Noah, Noah, Noah

Although I've known for a while that Noah has little fear, his daily antics still surprise me. For example, the day I went into his room to see what he and Landon were doing, and I caught him midair doing a belly flop from the top bunk to the bottom one. Sigh...

Last week, I walked into his room to put his laundry away. I expected him to be fast asleep since he was put to bed an hour or two prior to this. However, this is what I found when I glanced over at his bed:


I figured he had gone into the little cubby below his shelves, but he wasn't there either. Good news was that he was fast asleep. The bad news was that he was on the top bunk.

The ladder was not down-we keep it on the top bunk to avoid him going up there. But my Noah had climbed up there via the desk with his pillow and blanket and proceeded to tuck himself in. We found Mickey Mouse on the desk. I guess his hands were full, and he couldn't get his buddy up there with him. Jason's response probably sums it up: "This kid is going to give us a heart attack."

A few days later, we made our first trip to the ER. Noah had fallen in the bathtub and cut open his chin. We're not exactly sure what happened. His story was that he was "climbing the tree (garden tub) like Diego". He received three stitches. Not surprisingly, he was a brave little guy. He was done crying within minutes of getting hurt and had no problems at the hospital. We're pretty sure the ER nurses will be on our Christmas list within the next year or so.