Noah's Blog: July 2009

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Dad had some work down at the coast. Mom and I tagged along to help him, er, to have a day of fun. Such a tough life I lead, eh?

Here I am, first thing in the morning out on the balcony of our hotel, checking out the view.

I think I can see England from here.

Mom and I went on a three hour tour and landed on Shackleford Island. No one lives there except for the wild mustangs, about 120 of them. Neat!

I saw 4 wild ponies all together.

Mom and I hit the beach, too.

The water was perfect, the shelling was good, and I had my trusty toy golf cart to keep me company! Ahhhh, life is good.

And a kiss good-bye. We had to head back inland. See you soon.

The local fire station celebrated its 60th birthday.

You know I can't pass up fire engines, and, of course, birthday cake. So we went ...

First up were the old fire trucks.

The saying should be switched from "like a kid in a candy store" to "like a kid in a fire station," it was that cool.

Now, on to the "new technology" ...

I wanted to look under the hood and kick the tires before I took 'er for a spin.

Everything looked tip top to me.

So, off I went. Please make way.

Words, Words, Words

Monday, July 13, 2009

I am continuing to enjoy learning language.

Mom got me these great letters. I roll out my work mat, and we spell words.

Look out Webster's, I am inventing my own words too!

All American Boy

Here it is. The photo that will go down in history as the first 4th of July that I will remember, my first Cracker Jacks all at my first baseball game. Wish I had smiled. But this is "serious stuff we're talking about."

I'm 2 3/4 and still going strong as a vegetarian. No hot dogs at the game for me. But ice cream? Did some one mention "ice creams"?

It's good to give Dad a good tug once in a while to keep him in line.

I made it through the whole game to get to the fire works.

I have taken a very strong liking to the Chick-fil-A cows, who did the fireworks countdown.

Happy belated 4th!

Oma, Oma, Bo-Boma, Banana-fana Fo-foma...

Friday, July 3, 2009

I know, it's been a long time since my last post. I've grown up, found a job driving a rolling rig. Quite the life. An honest days work, a few cold ones waiting for me in the fridge when I get home ...

Well, ok, Dad helped me a little bit.

But, man, is this thing fun.

Of course, after a hard day of work in the summer, nothing beats the pool to cool off. I guess Dad was cool enough because he stayed home.

Thankfully, cousin Mike picked up the slack.

Eat your heart out, Tyler. No 13th pick here, baby. (This one is for you, Hannah!)

I am so jealous that Cousin Hailey gets to do the slide all by herself. When will it be my turn, when?

Mom says I have to wait a while. So I am relegated to the shallow end of the pool with Mom. But that's OK 'cause that is where Cousin Bethany hangs with little Cousin Harper, so it's cool.

Part of growing up is shopping for your own stuff. No more riding. I drive my own cart now. I insist on it. Did I mention, I insist on it?

You've got a better shot at prying a rifle from Charlton Heston's hands than getting this cart away from me. As Mom can tell you, this turns a basic trip into a two (2) TWO! hour shopping event, especially when I insist on the self check-out with $157 worth of groceries.

But, to the title of the post. Oma came to see me. We did play-doh and lots of other stuff. For some reason, when she comes to visit we have so much fun that we forget to take lots of photos. Oops!