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When I arrived at daycare this afternoon, I was greeted by this smiling kitty face. Since we got home, he’s been spending a lot of time looking in the mirror – what a handsome little cat indeed.

It is mid-fall holiday at school today, so Noah and I had the day to ourselves. We went to the Children’s museum, of course, and had a perfect day. We rode the train, made giant bubbles, rolled golf balls down tracks, sat in all the Noah sized furniture, played a tambourine, drove a backhoe, went out to lunch, and generally had a great day.

Noah has decided that it is time he started contributing to the household upkeep. It seems fitting that he start by vacuuming the dining room since he is responsible for most of the crumbs down there.

Sunday mornings at Kelly Field are one of Noah’s favorite things. There isn’t much competition for the slide and the neighborhood dogs are out for their morning walks.

One thing I’d forgotten about the first year in a new house – the number of trips to Home Depot. First it was the paint, and then the numerous trips for forgotten paint accessories. Then stain, as we refinished our way through the bedroom doors. Tonight, we’re in the market for materials to replace the back steps. Noah, however, is hoping this is the day he gets to drive the big orange forklift.

Our new house came with much more of a garden then we’ve ever had before and Nathan and I are at a bit of a loss when it comes to caring for it. Luckily, Noah is on top of the situation. He’s a champion waterer, weeder, and now, wheelbarrow rider.

Noah and I made a batch of orange play dough this morning. I’d forgotten the distinctive salty smell of warm salt dough.

At first, Noah wasn’t sure what to do with this strange substance. After watching me for a few moments, though, he made a discovery. Rolled into a ball, it makes an excellent projectile.