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Noah’s entering his princess phase.  I assume it won’t last long.  His two best friends are girls, but neither of them like princesses very much.

Here he is dressing up as the paper bag princess (they drew on the dirt smudges and the decorations on the crowns):

Where'd that dragon go?

His costume got shredded pretty quickly.  Turns out paper bags are not the best outfit for strenuous activity, plus it seems a little unlikely that a paper bag would have been the only thing that survived a fire-breathing dragon.

And here is Princess P, one of the superheroes on SuperReaders whose superpower is spelling:

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Blue was also dressed as Princess P, but I didn’t get a picture of the two of them together. Noah’s princess skirt was made from the part of my wedding veil I cut off because I didn’t want a double layer- good thing I never throw anything away!

My friend lent me a couple of “official” Disney princess costumes, but he didn’t seem to enjoy them nearly as much. And they didn’t seem quite like I think of dress-up clothes, because they seemed to be designed to be worn as clothes, not over top of clothes. Noah does really need a proper Tickle Trunk- he has also asked for a red dinosaur costume and a pirate costume, but those are harder to whip up out of scraps and paper, so he generally settles for wearing his fireman helmet, sitting in a laundry basket boat with Blue, and using a toy golf club as his paddle.

This is some of Noah’s cutest conversations lately. I was looking at some things I wrote from a few months ago, and it is so cool how much he can communicate now!

In the car on our way to meet a friend (names changed to protect the innocent, because I think there was some untruth in this story.) “Ann is my friend. And Beth is my friend. And Chad…Chad…Chad…” I prompted him, “And Chad is your friend?” Noah: “No, Chad pushed me.” Me: “Really? Did Chad push you?” Noah: “Yeah. Chad pushed me down and broke my crown.”

After Dave put Noah to bed one night: “Help! Help! Help! I need my snuggles! I can’t get any snuggles with no people here.”

Putting Noah down for his nap, I said, “And if you need snuggles, you can snuggle with Blue.” Noah: “But I want people snuggles!”

A different night when Dave was still putting him to bed, I heard screams of anguish, “I want my booger! I want my booger! I want my booger back!” This was a 15 minute tantrum that is cuter in retrospect than while it was happening.

“Blue has paw prints. And Bear has paw prints. But I don’t have paw prints. Maybe we can buy some at the store.”

Walking to the playground, “Where’s Daddy?” Me: “Daddy’s at work.” Noah: “Why?” Me: “Daddy has to work to pay for our house, and our food, and all the things we buy.” Noah: “Daddy buy me a dinosaur? A red one.”

Every time we read Danny and the Dinosaur, and we get to the page where Danny sees all the dinosaurs in the museum, before one talks to him, “Maybe he pick the red one.”  ***SPOILER*** He picks the yellow one.  Every time so far.  ***END SPOILER***

Dave had Noah put to bed, but when I went upstairs he was standing up awake in his room. He said, “I have some bad news.”

“What’s your bad news?”

“My poop is stinky.”

So after he went on the toilet and pooped more, I was putting on a new diaper and he said, “Mommy, I love you all time. You have bad dreams? Yeah, I have bad dreams too.”

“What are your bad dreams about?”

“Bad cookies.”

This is the quickest way for me to post these designs that I need feedback from the committee on: so this is not about Noah at all!

Noah is trying very hard to write his name…but he can’t make all of the letters he needs so he does what he can and asks me to finish it.

The easiest vegetable to feed Noah, and the only one he has ever drawn: