As it goes, Noah got done splashing, I went back into the 3-season room & Noah continued running.
Before I walked back up to the house - Norah was exploring on her own, as she loves to do.
Jeff & I were talking & we look up & see this: 
It was so precious. Noah had taken Norah's hand & was taking her for a walk around the backyard. Then we see them walk by the door -
And walk back again. "Wow, the kids are getting along so well - how sweet."
Next thing we know, we see this: The funniest thing is, Noah frequently 1) calls Norah "baby" and 2) He gets loud when she doesn't seem to listen to him and 3) he's pretty adamant about what she should be doing.
Before I walked back up to the house - Norah was exploring on her own, as she loves to do.Jeff & I were talking & we look up & see this: It was so precious. Noah had taken Norah's hand & was taking her for a walk around the backyard. Then we see them walk by the door -And walk back again. "Wow, the kids are getting along so well - how sweet."Next thing we know, we see this: The funniest thing is, Noah frequently 1) calls Norah "baby" and 2) He gets loud when she doesn't seem to listen to him and 3) he's pretty adamant about what she should be doing. He was yelling, "Baby. BABY, hold my hand! Get back here, baby, HOLD.MY.HAND. Baby, hold on my hand!" He was leaning forward yelling this - and she has the disgusted look on her face-- it cracks me up.
He finally gave up --and off Norah goes, to the beat of her own drum.
I couldn't help but grin as Noah, naturally, goes to the little bridge, takes off his boot, and puts his foot in.
Stompin' through our stream.
And he's off running again...
"Look at me!" (And in true Noah-fashion - he rides with his frog boots on, silly boy.)
Proud owner of a "Big Boy Bike." Of course, we told Noah that we'd have to get him a helmet & he was super anxious for us to just go out & buy one.
A week or so later - not ONLY does he have his bike, but NOW his own helmet...with monkeys on it to boot!
Noah, being ever so active, decides he's done riding & must mow the lawn...
And give his sister a ride on the gator...
And, *whew, I need a rest...
A few nights later, Jeff & I were taking a walk down on the old runway & Noah wanted to take his bike. He did great...
peddle, peddle, peddle
Keeping right up with daddy.
Of course Lil'Miss was with us too - she has bike-envy. She'll be riding sooner than we think, I'm sure.
She is such a good sport about stuff -she really enjoys watching Noah have fun.
The pickin' was rather sparse this year - due to all the rain.
Norah had blueberries for the first time and LOVED them.
Noah kept telling Papa that he'd "help" carry the bucket...he really was just snitching berries out...
Papa picking - Noah eating.
I LOVE this picture. So true to Noah's form --eating a blueberry, singing a song, and stompin' around in his favorite boots.
Norah, keeping an eye on her brother while chowing down (nice blueberry on your sleeve, Lil'Miss)
Noah drinking water from Papa's thermos...
