A post only a mother could love
Out of the clear blue this weekend, Noah waltzed out onto the porch where I sat fishing the 37th piece of dirt/bug/trash out of Max’s mouth and said, “Hey mom, remember when you asked me those questions and taped it on your camera? When I was four? Can we do that again?” Well, of course I remembered, but the fact that he remembered was pretty awesome. Plus, can we do that again? Have you met me? Oh, we’re so doing that again. (Herein lies a whole lotta footage of my kids. Be forewarned.)
First, let’s harken back to ye olde days of smallish Noah, where he was a bit more rounded, and adorably 4:
And here he is today, wisened, blinky (allergies), and 8:
And of course, we have a (somewhat) freshly minted 4-year old who needed to do her inaugural “All About Me” interview, which Noah kindly conducted:
After which Rosie insisted on interviewing Max (his answers are the most scintillating, I think):
(Also, this is the same video, looped twice. Don’t know how that happened. I am rusty at this videoin’ stuff!)
Investigative reporting at its finest! Or at least, at its cutest.