Thursday, May 26, 2011

Me, Mine, My


Ash is away on work/music travel this week in Prague and France. When he's away, he always worries that something new or big will happen with Noah while he's gone.

This week, Noah's started to say "me" "mine" and "my" and for the life of me I don't know how or why. As far as I know, I spend a majority of the day with Noah, and I've never taken anything from him and said mine or anything like that. It must just be human nature.

When he throws something he shouldn't that is hard, and I worry it'll break something, he grips it tight as I try to hide it away and shouts, "Mine!!!" When I start to brush his teeth at night, and he wants to do it himself he shouts, "Me!!!" at me. I know I shouldn't love it, but I think it's absolutely adorable when he runs around saying, "Noooooo, mine!" I can't help but laugh every time at the ridiculousness of him stealing the toilet paper from me and telling me it's his.

And when I go to brush his teeth and he yells, "No, m-o-m-m-y, me!" I chuckle into my sleeve.

His selfishness is absolutely adorable and charming. The more words he learns and the more he puts little sentences together the more fun he seems to have. The neighbor girls came and asked Noah to play outside today and they all sat around thinking of words for him to repeat. He happily obliged then tried to steal one of their necklaces and screamed, "Mine!" as the necklace and the 12 year old girl flew forward towards him. I'm pretty sure he was claiming both of them.

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