As promised, this post is "All about the Noah." 19 months old yesterday - wow. We had a fabulous, really, I honestly mean FABULOUS, time with Grandma and Papa Howard this weekend. The whole familia went to Illinois and while there, we went to the Greek Festival and Buffalo Grove Days (like a county fair without the animals . . . or inappropriate bikini displays Jen!). Noah, being the brilliant child he is, was always on perfect behavior when Grandma was around . . .when she left the immediate viewing area, however, my 19 month-old angel brought out all of his "I'm ready for the terrible two's and can throw a tantrum like the best of them" tricks. The hardest part for me when he does this? To not laugh my a** off -- little man yelping and doing the woe-is-me-Oscar-worthy dramatics is a HOOT. I've had to leave the room, not out of frustration, but because I'm cracking-up so badly! Easy for me to say though, Noah's tantrums last all of a few minutes . . .I know some of you moms have little ones with much more energy and longer attention spans, who can really get their tantrum on. I doubt I would be laughing if that were my little dude.

Here's how it worked much of the weekend:

Noah is eating blueberries, very sweetly while Grandma is watching. Grandma walks away, Noah revs up and starts pitching them everywhere. I say, "alright, we're done, you've lost blueberry privileges." He falls on the ground, arms flailing, his best,"you have ruined my world" antics. Then he sees Grandma . . .he calmly get up, walks over to Grandma who is now back in the room, points to the bowl of blueberries and says "more please" with the most innocent smile you've ever seen. Then he quietly climbs up in the chair and sits sweetly while Grandma hands over more blueberries.

Although, I'm thinking, "you little S#$%," I am grateful he behaves with Grandma (regardless of his motives!). . . At least this way she won't say, "you need me to babysit? Oooh, let's see, I'd love to but I have to wash my hair that day . . ."

Okay, back to work. More later . . .