Noah is back to staying in bed until we come and get him. So I grabbed Evie and went into the boys room. After playing like I didn't know where he was b/c he was under his blankets, I sat down with him and started picking at something on the wall. Noah said, "Don't touch my boogers. I love my boogers!"
Yes, Noah has a wall of boogers next to his bed. I should say, Noah HAD a wall of shame b/c I just cleaned it up so I could take a picture and write this post... Note to self, boogers have an adhesive power matched only by dried smashed insects or concrete. I might have fared better if I had one of those magic erasers. As it was, I ended up removing some of the green paint in my zealous cleaning efforts. But I was successful.
When I told Terry about the wall, he said, Poor Noah! Terry was again concerned about embarrassing Noah. Well, Noah, if you're reading this when you're older, just know that you loved those boogers and you didn't know any reason not to (When we came in the room to take these pictures, he said, Where are my boogers?). And remember how your mommy told you boogers are for tissues? Yes, you learned your lesson.
I'll just say that my boy has a big heart. He loves a lot of things: Mommy, Daddy, Evie and Snap, and even the kids walking down the street from school that he doesn't know (when we were outside this morning, he said, Look! Kids! My best friends!).
Okay, and as for the jelly part of the title... When we were at the school playground Monday, Noah fell and scraped his knee. It bled a little so I took the opportunity to explain to him what blood was since he's never really bled that much. Afterwards, he kept calling it "jelly" even though he knew it was blood. I guess it does look a little like jelly on his plate after his pb&j sandwich...
And then daddy came home from working out and broke up our puppy party.