This morning, Ash and Noah were dancing to a Katie Perry cd. Noah was wearing Ash's hat and Ash was wearing my favorite white sox hat. Noah was twisting and turning to the music when he saw me cooking up some pancakes out of the corner of his eye. Then he shouted, "Mommy, daddy steal your hat!" And I stopped, looking at my almost two-year old dance with his daddy, and I realized that even though it feels like yesterday we met Noah in person, it's been almost two years. He says sentences sometimes now.
I thought I'd share two pictures today. One of Noah when he was three months old laying in a hotel bed in San Diego on his first trip to California, and one from last week in Cape Cod on his second trip to the Cape.
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