The Birthday Boy!!!
Now just by way of explanation, I call Noah, Noana. "Nonna" is actually "Grandmother" in Italian. But I found that out after I was already calling him that. Naona came from Owen. He was little and that is how he first pronounced "Noah" I thought it was cute and it stuck.
We were very fortunate that Grandma happened to be visiting us this particular week. She brought with her 3 of my cute teenage nieces. Dinner time was mearly a means to an end for Noah. :) The rest of us enjoyed our tacos.
Present time. He had plenty of "help."
Yeah, done with that!
Grandma, was the hero with the cool new toy!
Thank you Grandma!! (all mom and dad got me was a lousy hand me down front facing car seat, and life, but who's counting that, it was like a whole year ago! :)).
First sugar!
A little uneasy about the big flaming chocolate thing coming his way.
Not impressed with mom's homemade Oreo ice cream.
Getting into it.
All Better! He's got the hang of it now that's for sure!
Oh sweet Noah! Happy Birthday. We couldn't be more happy with you! You have been an ideal baby. Many of my friends have dubbed you the "perfect" baby, you are not only cute, but well behaved! You are so fun and silly with your facial expressions, and teasing ways. You are not the people pleaser type, but no one minds as they are drawn to you for you cool little way and sly smile. We love you and look forward to a life with you in it!
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