Cider Farm II: The Chickening

During my last visit to Washington, Noah and I returned to the cider farm. Only, this time, he knew the names of all the animals, instead of calling them all "puppy."



"More bunnies! Hi bunnies!"

Fun with Camera

Sometimes it's more fun to have a conversation through the lens of a camera.

Elevator Game

Noah really loved working the elevator at the hotel. He would say, "uh-gate-uh," and we would run down the hall, push the button, get in and go somewhere.

Except this time was different.

Pillow Hide & Seek

Boogie Morning

Dances with Goldfish

Noah's new thing on this visit was his obsession with the camera. He loved watching himself on the monitor, and I rarely got much footage before he started pointing at the camera and saying "Noah! Noah! I want to watch it!"

Here he is dancing and trying to grab the camera:

Noah's 1st Guitar Lesson

I finally had some time to edit the Noah videos from my last trip to Washington. Here is Noah's first guitar lesson:

Noah Visit

Adorable videos coming soon (as soon as I have time to edit them), but here are a few pictures from my last Noah visit in Washington:

Bonus Cute

Early, Early Morning

Extra sleepy = extra adorable.

A Day at the Cider Farm

In the Leaves

Beds Are For Silliness

The sweetest boy ever, subtitled for your convenience (and coherence).

Trucks & Bubbles

So recently, as you may know, I've been doing some traveling.

Last month, I spent a lot of time in Europe and took tons of pics and videos. Last week, I spent time in Washington with my beautiful and amazing son, Noah, and took lots of pics and videos. Since I wanna tell you about everything right now, I'm gonna pretend this is some kind of artsy film and intercut the two. Let's start with Noah.

For this particular visit to see him, my parents came along with me. They have only met Noah briefly twice, so this was a wonderful time for them to get to know him.

Noah has grown a lot in the the two months since I last saw him: he's running around like a champ, has become exponentially more verbal and has discovered the joys of roughhousing. He tumbles, bounces on couches and beds, and runs full-steam-ahead at the wall (this was quite alarming).

He also loves bubbles; demands them with great frequency and passion, and then dances like a drunkard in the ensuing bubble storm. It's probably the most charming thing I've ever seen.