Noah has the distinction of being THE middle child out of five. He has an older sister, an older brother, a younger sister and a younger brother. You could say he gets it from all directions.
On report card day last week Noah yelled from the family room, "Mom, Daniel said I get an F in existing!"
Emma had an eye doctor appointment a little while ago. The rest of us were in the waiting room, cleaning up the toys we'd enjoyed while we were there. During the cleanup Luke threw a toy at Noah's head hard enough to draw blood, right there in the waiting room. I don't know if that's worse than the (full) sippy cups that Luke chucks at Noah's head every so often - we'll have to ask Noah which he prefers.
I was excited for Noah's birthday to come around so we could celebrate him for a day (or three, the way it happened to work out - party on Saturday, real birthday not 'til the following Monday...). I think he really enjoyed it!
We all love you, Noah--even the members of Team Fulkerson that hurl insults and heavy objects at you! Think of what a strong person you'll become...
