So you might have noticed Noah's fondness for pink. It might be pink hats or his pink sunglasses but the boy loves his pink. (Purple too! Wouldn't his Grandma Elliott be excited!)
Well, just when one might begin to get a bit worried, an interesting span of events occurred. Poor Noah is getting through a bit of a nasty cough/cold. So last night he wakes up around 2:30am crying and moaning for, you guessed it, Mommy. So I go in to see what's going on and he is clutching a toy plastic bottle of steak sauce. He goes to stand up and I take the bottle and put it down in his crib whereupon he freaks a bit. So I give it back to him. He proceeds to cuddle with me while grasping his steak sauce bottle. I tried to help him grab his water by holding the steak sauce for him to no avail. THAT wasn't happening! Needless to say, when I put him back down a bit later, he cuddled up with his plastic steak sauce bottle and drifted off to the land of meat and honey. Then today, he happened to walk in as I was getting dressed. (Warning: what you are about to read might cause you to lose whatever food you might have recently enjoyed. Please continue with caution.) Sorry about the bad visual but I was only dressed from the waist down. So he looks up at me and says, "momma touch boobs?" Uh, yeah. Let's just say the pink hats are the least of our concerns. :o)
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