Jun Dishes

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Updates on Updates on Noah

This blog serves as an update to the Updates on Noah blog dating back to May of this year. Now, six months later, lots has changed and Noah seems wiser and more clever beyond his year-and-a-half of life. I believe in the last six months I’ve also grown wiser and cleverer as well, and I can’t help but learn something new every day.

Motherhood is a learning process that never ends if you’re lucky.

1. Noah’s Daycare

Noah’s now attending daycare 4 times a week, in the mornings, for a total of 16 hours per week. He eats all his breakfast with a full cup of milk, and he tells me all about his dreams from the night before while he’s eating. I’m usually sucking down coffee still trying to wake up and keep Noah entertained.


Noah gets to daycare with his belly full and then while he’s there 4 hours, he always has a yogurt and a few pieces of fruit. He’s the second oldest of the children by just a month, and the youngest baby around him is just 6 months old. Noah doesn’t interact very much with the little babies, but he does gravitate towards specific play areas of his own. He loves playing in the kitchen play corner and walks around for hours with utensils and pots and pans. Noah loves cars and balls, and collecting his favorite toys into a specific bucket or case to carry or store.

And when I pick Noah up after the 4 hours I find him munching on some baby snack and playing happily. But Noah’s also always winding down in preparation for a nap by this time. We come home and have a little bit of lunch and then, he goes down for a nap.

Meanwhile my husband Davy and I have probably been running around like maniacs the whole time Noah was in daycare. Or I’ll getting writing done and deadlines met. It depends on what shift Davy’s working each day. The important thing is, that amidst the chaos Noah has a routine and rhythm to his weeks.

2. Noah’s Haircut

So we learned a lot after Noah’s first haircut.




We’re happy to report that we plopped Noah into Davy’s lap this week and got his hair cut by Davy’s barber Didier. We’d started taking Noah along every time Davy had a haircut of his own, and Noah slowly bonded with Didier. Haircut #2 went splendidly peaceful compared to Haircut #1.

For the record…I’m okay with not cutting Noah’s hair until he’s 5.

Always dishing,


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