Trappings of Noah

Noah was planning what to get me for my birthday. Being as sly as a preschooler can be, he came right out and asked me if I liked Dora. And when the question of cake came up, he asked me if I liked Spiderman.

When Noah did give me a birthday card today (a Tigger and Pooh card in the end), he pointed out the big lumpy circle at the bottom (his signature) and explained that it was a mountain. This left me confused, but before I could ask about it, he had instructed me to put the card back in its box (the envelope he was holding open for me) and save it for Christmas. And then he hounded me the rest of the evening until he got to eat my cupcake. No matter. I had a cupcake upgrade anyway - a little mini-cheesecake, compliments of Josh's wise planning. Before Noah and I dug into our respective cup/cheesecakes, Noah wanted me to get a fire (a.k.a. candle) for the cake. We were plum OUT of candles though, so I just pretended while they sang Happy Birthday. Noah was satisfied with that. I think Noah thinks my birthday is for him. :)

Today while Anna was at school and I was working at the consignment sale, Josh stayed home with a sick Noah. And along the way, Josh got told. By Noah. It seems Noah was taking awhile in the bathroom so Josh kept calling to see if he was still OK. After the second or third time Josh inquired after him, he heard Noah exhale loudly (a huff, if you will) and exclaim in frustration, "I ahweddy tell you two times!" Then he followed up with an exasperated complaint, "Daddy, you no obey!" Josh said he just stood dumbfounded outside the door.

When Josh was telling Noah about me leaving for the day to work, Noah laughed, genuinely amused, and said, "Dat so siwwy (silly)! Mommy no go work! Ownwy Daddy go work!"

Josh held Noah above his head to fly him around in his new shiny blue cape. Noah said he wanted to fly to heaven.