I'm back... and blogging!
Actually, only half back. We have moved (house number three), my wife is 32 weeks pregnant, Noah is Lightning McQueen, and I just finished my Wood Badge training (I'm workin' those tickets!).
I'll have more soon, hope everyone is well.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Battle Royale!
Why I'm Happy
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
The Citizen
Us!
Here we are at the St. George Temple Visitor's Center. Please note that Noah is trying to escape- he really wanted to speak with the Sister Missionaries (true story).Here is Hayk's ultrasound at 20 weeks (check out that profile!):
Here's a picture of Noah's killer smile. People comment that he'll be a heartbreaker- I don't know about that whether or not that will be true about him breaking anyone else's heart, but he sure breaks his Mom's and my heart constantly with that smile:
Noah has an affinity for sleeveless shirts- and stethoscopes:
Here's a picture of Noah and I racing in St. George. I love you Noah!
Here's a picture of Noah's killer smile. People comment that he'll be a heartbreaker- I don't know about that whether or not that will be true about him breaking anyone else's heart, but he sure breaks his Mom's and my heart constantly with that smile:
Noah has an affinity for sleeveless shirts- and stethoscopes:
Here's a picture of Noah and I racing in St. George. I love you Noah!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Yesterday morning I was eating Fruit Loops, getting ready for Church. Hripsime and Noah were both asleep.
OR SO I THOUGHT!!!! (Cue dramatic music!)
I heard the patter of Noah sized footsteps walking along the upstairs hall, and then down, down, down the stairs.
He turned the corner into the kitchen, and walked right towards me.
He paused, and began to assess what I was doing.
Noah requests, “Dad, please don’t eat my cereal. It’s my favorite.”
Seth inquires, “What should I eat instead?”
Noah responds, “Broccoli.”
Seth laughs.
Noah laughs.
My son is so funny.
OR SO I THOUGHT!!!! (Cue dramatic music!)
I heard the patter of Noah sized footsteps walking along the upstairs hall, and then down, down, down the stairs.
He turned the corner into the kitchen, and walked right towards me.
He paused, and began to assess what I was doing.
Noah requests, “Dad, please don’t eat my cereal. It’s my favorite.”
Seth inquires, “What should I eat instead?”
Noah responds, “Broccoli.”
Seth laughs.
Noah laughs.
My son is so funny.
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