My little "man"

Noah just turned 5 a month ago, but I think he really turned 75. We have a crotchety old man with the energy of a kid on our hands. I'm not even kidding.

He prefers his apple juice room temperature, not refrigerated.

If you interrupt him, he'll give you the stink-eye.

He does NOT like to leave the house late for the bus stop. 7:32 am, exactly.

He likes to eat dinner early... think early bird special.

The other day, he grabbed his crayons and paper and sat down at the kitchen table. He announced, "I am doing my paperwork. If anyone needs me, I'm going to tell them I am BUSY!"

This morning, we were sitting on the couch watching the news, and Noah was perusing his Lego Starwars dictionary. All of a sudden, he got really mad and said, "I can't read this book with all this noise from the T.V! Geez!"

I can't take credit for creating this little/big monster. We don't even do paperwork in this house, so his behavior must be from some other influence... maybe The Golden Girls?

He can be so sweet too, like a ladies man. While I was weeding the flower bed on Saturday, Noah picked a flower, gave it to me and said, "Mommy, you are doing such a great job. You are so pretty when you work hard."

Sweetness like that trumps grumpiness any day, in my book.