Books Written by Noah

See You at the Top
an adventure sledding with Grandpa Hart and Mom
















An Adventure to Antelope Island
Noah and his mom travel to Antelope Island

Scooby Doo and the Blue Eyed Cyclops

Noah and his High School Buddy wrote this mystery

Hawaii Madness the Ballad of Noah

Noah and his High School Buddy write a tale about Uncle Gary in Hawaii

Larry the Leprechaun

a story about one special St. Patrick's Day

Catch Phrase

I am worried if I don't get some of Noah's recent sayings written down, they will escape me. Here are a few that I still remember:

Regarding the olden days--"Did you have t.v. back in the day?"

Regarding things based on a true story--"Is this a real base story?"

"What are you looking at punk?"

"Whoa, didn't see that coming!"

"Mom, will you get me a snackaroo?"

Regarding being able to see down my shirt--"You better shut that hatch..."

What I learned from Noah: He is hilarious, his timing is impecable, and though I thought I would be able to remember every single word, well..."Now what was I saying?"

What I learned from Noah's Mom: WRITE IT DOWN!

Strike Three (and I'm not talking about bowling)

I hope I can still remember how to post--it has been that long. There are so many wonderful distractions that I have discovered on the computer with "Smilebox" and "Shutterfly."I have a gabillion (less than a gazillion, I think) ideas and new events that I wish to address on top of magnifyng my callings and perfecting my domestic skills.

The other day the phone rang. I didn't recognize the number. It was the Marv Jensen Fitness Center calling regarding Noah's baseball team. His team was minus a coach and they asked if either my husband or myself would be interested. I discussed the matter with Rick and he said he would be willing to do it if I would help. I told them that my husband would gladly do it. When I picked up the Rosters it said that I was the Coach and Rick was my Assistant. "I AM NOT THE COACH!"

So, the first team meeting was just a clinic and doggone the Coach, if he wasn't going to be gone. Rick was going to St. George and leaving me to run things. This was not what I signed up to do--RUN THINGS. Thank goodness for BITTER cold weather. All I had to do was hand out the team shirts and caps, get them enthused about our first game on Tuesday, and give them a refreshment. Naturally, I want things to run smoothly and so I made a refreshment sign up sheet and then reminder magnets for the refrigerator. The moms of players thought "You are so organized" and the dads are like, "as if I needed a magnet to remind me and even if I did need a reminder, I wouldn't use a magnet." (Venus verses Mars thing again and that is why I need Rick to be at all the games--TO RELATE TO ALL THE DADS!)

Rick went South. I was trying to muster up the confidence to step in for Coach Rick. I could tell Noah was thrilled. I asked him if he was excited that his dad and mom were going to coach his baseball team.   He corrected me quickly, "Mom you are not the Coach, you are the ASSISTANT Coach."Strike One-- Boy was I ever put in my place.

Later during the day, I overheard him talking to Grandma about baseball, "Yeah and my dad is going to be my coach and my mom is going to be the 'INSISTANT'coach."That was Strike Two and even though it is probably true, it didn't sound too great. The next conversation was with Grandpa and by now we were loading the car. Again in a very excited voice Noah said, "I'm going to play baseball and my dad is going to coach me and my mom is going to be the 'INSENSITIVE' coach"--ouch and Strike Three.

What I learned from Noah:  No matter where Rick may be, Dad will always be the "top dog" and the leader of our home, while Mom will always be just the Assistant:) and I'll take "Assistant" over "insistant" and "insensitive" any day.

Larry the Leprechaun

Make a Smilebox scrapbook The written account of the incident with Larry the Leprechaun told in  Noah's own words.

"Mouth of Babes"

Noah is at an age where one does not always know what is going to come out of his mouth. For the most part, it is always good. Once in a while, we have to correct his vocabulary. There are some days, we are laughing hysterically because of his wit, his charm, his animated expressions and gestures.

One afternoon, Noah came into the room where I was working. He had been watching "Dexter's Laboratory."Every now and again a craft or treat will be modeled for the viewers. On this particular day it was "homemade popsicles."As Noah explained each step to me, I was amazed at not only his comprehension, but his ability to explain the instructions to me. We went into the kitchen. He had pulled out an ice cube tray and a small can of pop. Again, he told me step by step what needed to happen. Noah said we had to put the tray in the freezer and wait overnight.

The next morning, we were all in a rush to get Noah out the door for school. As much

as I tried to convince Noah to postpone the "taste test" until he returned, he knew he had a creation waiting in the freezer. It was no surprise to me, but I caved. He took one lick and looked me in the eye with his unbelievably large eyes and said, "Sweet Mamma this is good! You should try it mom." "Sweet Mamma," I thought.

For Rick's Birthday, Noah and I had tried to make it special by baking him a cake, taking him to dinner and waiting on him hand and foot. The other day, Rick asked Noah to do something for him. In a very frustrated voice Noah said, "Why do I have to do it all, Dad? It's not your birthday anymore!!!"

Last night we were with Grandma Garff. We look forward to our dinners with her. Afterwards we went into her lovely home. Noah was dumbfounded by all the precious possessions she owned, "Grandma, is this real gold? How did you staple grandpa's clock to the wall? That must have been hard. All the kids tell me there's a monster downstairs.You've got a big world(referring to her globe) and lots and lots of books. How do you get that yellow book down from the top shelf?" His little mind was going a million miles a minute. In fact, his mouth was running away with him as well. Every time Rick would ask Grandma a question, he would remark, "Dad, that is SO RUDE. You keep ixsturbing me!"(disturbing) While waiting for Rick to finish helping Grandma, Noah got real serious and asked, "Grandma, do you live alone here?" Grandma said, "Oh, yes, I live alone." Noah had a look of concern on his face. He leaned over to me and whispered, "You better tell her to watch out for the boogey man."

While at dinner, Grandma inquired about Flat Screen TVs. Rick everwilling to help her out, suggested that he take the TV Noah had received for Christmas and plug it in her wall at home. That way she could make an informed decision as to whether or not she wanted to purchase one. Noah was not happy with that suggestion at all. The evening was young and so we decided going over to "Circuit City" might be a better idea. Still not understanding, Noah said, "and if you like it you can have my DAD'S TV, his is really nice. I glanced over at him and he said very matter of fact, "Well, she's not getting mine."

Grandma looked over the many TV's available. She could not get over how clear the picture, the sound, etc. She decided right then and there that she would like to make a purchase on a new Flat Screen TV. Noah was walking by her side and he said, "Grandma, I am really happy for you." That really warmed my heart. He was genuinely happy for her that she would now have something that she could enjoy and we all felt that, but Noah was the only one that verbalized it.

Noah likes hamburgers, chocolate and chips and not much else. It is not an easy task to go get him to eat. There are times when a bribe is needed. Noah's dad had told him that he had to eat everything on his plate including the cole slaw. Cole slaw is an acquired taste. I told him to have one more bite and I would throw the rest away.(Not a good idea on my part. Noah needs to know his dad and I are on the same page, but I don't care for cole slaw either.) He did as I had asked. I threw it away and then he said, "Don't tell Dad we threw it away."I was thinking "good plan." Rick walked through the door and before the door was shut, Noah blurted out, "Dad, we threw my food in the garbage!" His poor little conscience was bothering him. Now Rick was looking at me. "What about our plan?" I thought. "What about honesty, Rebec?"

What I learned from Noah: Noah has a sense of HUMOR and knows how to use it appropriately. He taught me that HONESTY is always the best policy even in matters of cole slaw. I learned the joy of discovering as a result of being CURIOUS, and I also learned how much he loves the TV Santa gave him:)

Who is Going to Get the Door Then?

Rick and I are not the best at answering the phone or the door. Rick says that if you answer, most likely you will have an extra job to do.:) Thank goodness for caller I.D. We are pretty much home bodies now after decades of living the swinging singles and fancy free scene.

Not Noah though. He is a shaker and a mover "what can I do now" kind of guy. He loves people and everbody is his friend. Not too long ago, Noah went to get the door upon hearing the bell. His father pulled him aside and rather sternly told him he was not to ever answer the door. "It could be a stranger..." and yatta yatta yatta. Noah got the message, but it wasn't long until he forgot. "Ding dong!" His little feet went running to welcome the visitor. Again, Noah's father reminded him and this time I think he will remember.  Noah had lots of time to think about it while in "Time Out."

Later in the week the door bell began to ring. Rick was not dressed and I was going to the bathroom. The bell kept ringing and I could hear those same little feet running around. "Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong" continued the annoying doorbell. It must have been driving Noah crazy. He finally came marching up the stairs and found me. In a very frustrated voice he said, "Will you get the damn door already." I was shocked! I didn't know he knew that word, let alone how to use it in proper context.

What I learned from Noah that day:  If Noah is not allowed to answer the door, than his parents better be ready for the task and that there are lots of things I haven't learned about what Noah knows--like his vocabulary.