Our Week In Pictures

I should've included this one as part of my Photowalk in last night's post.

I love this picture. My sweet little angel boy.

Noah's most favorite thing to do is play in his sister's closet. I have to admit, she does have the best closet in the house. How is it that my 5 yr old ended up with a closet twice the size of mine?

Spoiled much??

But Noah LOVES it. If he ever goes missing, this is one of the first places to look for him.

And the good thing is that Emma loves him playing in there with her. While she was dressing her dolls up, he was reeking havoc in the background, but she doesn't care.

Why does she always have to make faces at me when she sees the camera?

Mimi will be very pleased to see that Emma really loves the baby doll and all her many outfits that she gave her for Christmas...

She was singing "If you're happy and you know it" on her microphone and instead of me getting her singing, she has to give me a silly face.

I secretly love it, though... I know when she's a teenager and she wants to look perfect for every picture, I'll remember these days of silly faces and I'll get all teary....

She loves wearing my gigantic sweatshirts... LOL

And one of the most "funnest" things that happened all week was when I was sitting up here on the computer and all of a sudden I realized that Noah had snuck downstairs, as he often does.

Just as I was about to get up to go find him, I heard little footsteps running across the hardwoods down below and then I heard him start clamboring up the stairs. So, I waited...

And within minutes, my sweet little boy ran over to me, very anxious to show me his prize....

Emma's babydoll that he had decorated with a purple Crayola marker that he had found somewhere.

I thought I had all of those safely OUT of his reach!

Aparently at least one marker had found it's way into a toy box somewhere.

And upon further inspection, I also found that he had not only decorated the baby doll, but also...

himself...

*sigh*

He was so proud of himself, though, I couldn't get mad.

Emma cried, though.

She has had this babydoll since... probably her first Christmas.

It was sad, but we can never stay mad at our sweet boy.

He is getting so spoiled being raised by us women.

So much so, that he sometimes likes to be JUST LIKE his sissy.

He came to me one day this week with Emma's big turquoise bow.

He handed it to me and bowed his head.

I was confused at first, but when he looked up at me with his aggravated face and grunted, followed by again lowering his head, I realized that he wanted me to put the bow in his hair like he sees his sister wear everyday.

I figured... Okay, I'll put it in, he'll just pull it right out when he realizes that it kinda pulls a little.

Oh no....

He wore it for...

pretty much the rest of the day...

Don't worry, we didn't leave the house. ;)