Poor Noah

For some unknown reason Brianna seems to think the contents of Noah's dresser are infinitely interesting. Quite often she wanders into his room and explores the contents of his drawers, or rather, throws the contents onto the floor. I have no idea why onesies and bibs should have so much fascination but I guess they do. It's not uncommon for me to find a teddy bear or dolly wearing one of my little boy's outfits. (Although in fairness to Bree they ARE the perfect dolly size.) Either that or she thinks it's really great to try and wear the tiny clothes herself, forget that they are 6 sizes too small and also boy clothes. There she'll be wearing a bib, or with a little sweater on, the sleeves hitting her at the elbow and the bottom of it coming to rest at her midback, smiling happily. As you've seen though, Bree is fair about it and although she tries on some of his stuff, she also lets him borrow some of hers, like the earmuffs. Although, she seems to strike when Noah is passed out and unable to express any protest. Well, she was at it again this week and here's the evidence:

Poor little Noah, just trying to take a snooze and he once again finds himself put into an awkward position by his sister.


And this is the way I found her at the same time...imagine, I walk into the room to find my son wearing a pretty hair bow and my "big girl" wearing nothing but a newborn hat, a bib and her underwear. (And judging by the expression on her face, thinking she's in trouble-but I just laughed.) Maybe it was some kind of role reversal thing? Who knows? But I made sure to snap these pictures to show off to their future significant others. :)

And it's not just Brianna who seems to put Noah in these uncomfortable situations either. Travis also got in on the act this week...Noah was chillin' out on the floor, kicking and wiggling and trying to figure out the rolling over thing (his big obsession lately) when Travis decides to take off his socks and lob them at the kid. (The whole throwing your socks at your loved ones thing is not a new scenario at our house. I think I've mentioned it before and is just a twisted Trav thing. It's sort of like when a boy likes you in fifth grade he pushes you...well Trav only throws his socks at people he really likes. It's actually a big honor to be clobbered in the face by foot smell. Anyways...) So, out of his complete adoration for his son, Trav throws his smelly old socks over at him and they land right next to Noah's head. Sure enough, right at that time Noah's little hand happened to be in that area and reflexively closed around the sock and then his hand, sock and all, went right to where babies inevitably put their hands...yes, right into his mouth! And there was the baby sucking on his Daddy's dirty old sock! EW! Poor kid probably has foot fungus in there now.

So between unwillingly wearing bows in his hair and unwittingly tasting his Dad's used socks, it's been sort of a tough week for the poor kid. But, hey, I guess being the youngest he better get used to it right? :)