Not wanting to forget...

the sight of Noah doing his "wounded veteran" scoot around every square inch of our house. He was walking by Christmas day (16 months old), just like Charlie predicted. Noah didn't use walking as his preferred mode of transportation until he was 16 and a half months old. By the second week of January, he was walking everywhere instead of scooting. He was initiating the walking on his own and not just cruising between objects and along walls anymore. He surely was pleased with all the fuss he got from his six family members going absolutely bonkers cheering for him when he chose to walk anywhere!

the day I unloaded and reloaded four complete cycles of dishes in our dishwasher. And this was a normal day. Nothing unusual going on. Ringing in my ears was my mom's advice from before I got married, "Find contentment in the everyday stuff. Like washing dishes." I quickly found contentment in that I had a dishwasher- what if I'd had to do these by hand?! How DID Jen do it all those years without a dishwasher in Ventura?

Noah's first word, "Go." Not clearly pronounced by any stretch of the imagination, but still clearly his first word. "Go." Like time to GO, Mom. Like outside now, Mom. Let's go! Time to GO. How appropriate for a Colgan baby. Like Gammy's always said of our kiddos, "Outside baby." Noah, yet another "outside baby" who wants to be anywhere on the other side of that door. Noah sits near and/or pats both the front door and the kitchen door leading into the garage as he mutters, "go." I have to say, Noah probably acquired this word from me addressing him with, "Ready to go? Let's go on a car ride. Time to go, buddy." In fact, when I first heard him mutter, "go!" in reply, I wasn't sure if he'd just said "car." Weird that "go" and "car" in baby talk could sound even remotely similar, but Noah had me stumped. At almost seventeen months, it sure seemed like my fifth child's first words were, "Go! Car." Wow, really? "Go," huh?!