Baby Boy

My little man is five! Noah is our last baby and he has been a wonderful child to raise. Noah started life kicking and screaming (the back of his head had been cut by the surgeon’s knife) but he was soon sleeping and eating well and observing the passing world and loud siblings without much fuss.

A year later he still had the perfect cheeks to smother in kisses:
Noah turned two in Provo when we visited Auntie Jay and Uncle Nate. He had a stomach bug and didn’t eat anything that day, but he had fun in the snow:
I still see those cheeks at three:

By the age of four Noah had mastered the art of getting away with anything by saying 'I wove you the bestest mummy!':

Today Noah is sick again, he has a cold and cough but he carries on like he always has, with smiles and enthusiasm (but with a voice to rival Barry White!) He paused halfway through opening a present to wipe his nose... I don't think I could have done that! Happy Birthday Noah!