Noah in space

Noah is still obsessed with the solar system. David was going through a book on space with him, and pointed to a picture and said, "Wow, look at that. Is that a satellite?" Noah said, "No, Daddy. It's the Hubble Space Telescope."

At Mother's Night at Noah's school, he showed me a set of triangular tiles that could be arranged to form different types of triangles. One of his teachers stopped by and said, "Tell your mommy what kind of triangle this is." Noah said, "Isosceles." Then she said, "What about this one?" And Noah said, "Scalene." She gave me the same look I give my sisters when I make Noah do a trick and said, "He's a sponge!" Another teacher said she assumed that he came to school with all his knowledge, but she realized that he remembers everything after hearing it once. (He certainly never heard "scalene" from me. And I don't know if I spelled "isosceles" right.)

Noah has recently discovered hide and seek. Except he doesn't like to stay hidden for very long, he gets the giggles when hiding, and when we say, "Where's Noah?", he answers, truthfully, repeatedly and loudly. Last night, we played team hide and seek, with Evan and me helping Noah find and hide from David. At one point we hid in the tub behind the shower curtain. The 5 month old baby was quieter than Noah. Which I guess goes to show that despite the above, he may not be a genius.

Noah's been home with a bad cold for two weeks, more or less. It's been a long stretch. Lots of chasing (Gruffalo, Pac Man). I'm wiped out from being chased while holding Evan, which is like going for a jog with a sack of rice.

Evan gets cuter every day, but there's been no respite from the spitting. I think his first word is going to be "spit", because that's what he hears - "More spit?" "Did you spit again?" "He's Spitty in the City." Today we had a little communication. He stuck out his tongue and then sucked it back in, making a little click. Noah and I did it back to him, and he laughed and did it again.