Trying to put the crayon in his eyes (and ears, mouth, nose)
Angry that he isn't being allowed to poke the orange one through his right eye. One day he'll appreciate it.
Trying to put the crayon in his eyes (and ears, mouth, nose)
Angry that he isn't being allowed to poke the orange one through his right eye. One day he'll appreciate it.
It's our cell phone bill for one month. Yes, just ONE month!! Our monthly bills tend to be so extensive they are now regularly delivered to us in a BOX!
Michael and I always tease each other that Noah has inherited his gift for the gab from the other person-- but as this box demonstrates, clearly Michael and I both do a pretty good job of chatting away.
A glass of Moët and kiddie bath time- makes for a great conceptual juxtapostion (if there can be such a thing)
Noah likes to "escape" after bath time and run around until we catch him. Here he is peering out the window (standing on a telephone nonetheless, for that extra little height) onto the streets below.
There are often hot air balloon tours through the city. Noah had prime viewing postion of the balloons from the hotel this weekend.
Noah making himself at home during breakfast.
To Corinne: Yes, I am sorry to say that it was indeed Vegemite on Noah's toast. I won't let it happen again!!