Actually...

Noah has developed a fondness for the word "actually." Just tonight I was cuddling with him in bed when I covered myself with the sheet. He doesn't normally like his kumot (blanket), so I will try to cover him without him finding out. If he catches me, I tell him the kumot is for mama, not for him. Tonight, he caught me trying to cover him. I told him, "Noah, it's for mama, not for you." As I pulled the kumot down, he grabbed my hand and said, "well, actually, mama... I do want kumot." Actually. And it sounds so cute when he says it in his tiny, tired, squeaky voice. Actually...

Yep, he's my son!!

This is a heartfelt message I got from my son today. Tender, ain't it? :D

And we're potty trained!!

I am going to go ahead and test my luck and throw this out there: Noah is potty trained!!! He has pooped in the toilet for FIVE DAYS IN A ROW!! Wow. What a wonderful feeling! :D Last night, as he was pooping, he COUNTED how many were in the toilet, proceeded to tell me that there was a whole family of poop and named them. All of them. Of course, papa was the biggest poop in the toilet.

Yes, Noah, there is a Santa. But, the COOL gifts come from mama and papa!!

This is the first year Noah has really been aware enough to enjoy and appreciate Christmas. Maybe "appreciate" is the wrong word when describing how Noah felt about Christmas this year. Sure, he appreciated the gifts. He appreciated the songs. The lights. The hot cocoa and scones from Winder Dairy. But, he doesn't really appreciate the meaning of Christmas. In fact, we had a little dispute over the very same thing. I tried to tell him that Christmas is when we celebrate the birth of Jesus, the Jesus who lives at the church (that's how Noah identifies Jesus). He was adamant that Christmas is time to celebrate Santa. Oh, how that little statement sent my commie blood boiling. You all know how I feel about Christmas and Santa, so I won't rant here. This is a HAPPY blog. A blog about Noah and all the fun things he does and says... I will save my political rants for another day. :D You're welcome. :D

Anyhoo... After that little - ahem - discussion in the car, I was more adamant that Santa was NOT coming to our house. Not this year, not EVER. I lost that battle (more on that later). Instead, I told Noah that Santa was skipping our house because he has Lola, Lolo, Grandma, Grandpa, Auntie Tina, Uncle Josh, and all the aunties and uncles and cousins who would bring him toys and books and clothes, and that Santa only visits those who don't have Lolas or Lolos or Grandmas or Grandpas or anyone else to bring them gifts. I know that you are all thinking that concept is too difficult for a three year old boy to understand... I thought it might be, too. Until... Until James and I took Noah to get his haircut. The nice lady cutting Noah's hair asked him what Santa was bringing him for Christmas. Without prompting, without hesitation, Noah responded "Santa isn't going to come to my house because I will get presents from Lolo, and Lola, and Grandpa, and Grandma, and Auntie Tina, so he's going to go to someone else's house." That made me smile. And hold on to the hope that Christmas WON'T be about gifts for Noah. That Christmas will be much more than that.

But, like I said earlier, I lost the Santa Battle. James convinced me that we should allow Santa in our home because OTHER KIDS will convince Noah that Santa doesn't come to his house because he has been a naughty boy. I don't want Noah to ever think that he is naughty. Moreover, I don't want to give other kids that kind of ammunition against my son. So, I conceded and Santa will come to the Dizon-Maughan household. On one condition. WE give Noah the cool presents. Santa brings the lame ones. :D Ha!! Mama: one; Santa: zero!

Here is sweet little Noah right after he woke up. He ran straight for the tree to open his presents. The one James is handing to him is from Santa.

Wearing the cape Aunt Bev made for him for Christmas. This is the take off...

And this was the landing.

Welcome to the world, Jada Ireland Field!

My baby sister had herself another baby this week!! Little (and boy do I mean LITTLE) Jada Ireland Field was born Thursday, November 19. She weighed in at a whopping 5 pounds, 12 ounces and a lengthy 19 inches. No pictures yet, but I will be sure to share as soon as I receive some. (So, Vangie, that means since you are the only person in the world to read this blog, you will see the pictures that you've already seen.)

Congratulations to the Field family! We can't wait to meet the new addition!!

Your Eyes Do Not Deceive You... This IS a New Blog Post!!

Thanks for sticking around!! I know that I've been really lax in posting, but, what can I say? Law school is crazy busy. CRAZY BUSY.

A lot has happened since July. Namely, Noah has transformed into Buzz Lightyear. And it has been a FULL transformation. Just try calling him "Noah." See if he responds. Well, he responds, just not in the way you would hope. He usually responds with a "I'm not Noah! I'm Buzz Lightyear!" Then he puts his hands on his hips and gives you the three-year old version's look of death. Everyone at school knows him as Buzz Lightyear. It's kind of cute. Kind of.

And given just how cute Noah is as Buzz Lightyear, do you really blame him for wanting to be Buzz?

These pictures were taken at a family Halloween party at the law school. He had a great time getting treats (and I actually let him eat one!), playing with the other kids, and just roaming the haunted halls of the SJQ. We all had a great time!!

We're here!!!

Okay, when I said SOON, I meant before the world came to a crashing end... Not this weekend, perhaps next? Or sometime in December, after finals... Don't give up on me, people!!!