He can count to 12 and he can say his ABC's up to 'G'; he hums along to the rest of the alphabet.
He went to church for the first time with Nanna Margaret last week. He took his pants off and did a poo under the alter.
Sometimes he says bad words. He is terrified that the Police will come to lock him up in jail if he continues to say them.
Noah is the DJ whenever we are in the car. He determines what we listen to and whether we can sing along or not. His favourite song is 'Sherry' by Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons. His singing is atrocious but I love listening to him.
He tells me everyday that he is a boy and he has a doodle. So does Daddy and Pop but Mummy doesn't.
Whenever we arrive somewhere he likes to get naked.
He loves anything to do with trains. He can hear motorbikes from kilometres away and he can name most types of vehicles.
He is happy to go with pretty much everyone and he is open to most new experiences.
He understands all about holidays and he gets excited if we mention that we might go on one. He is eagerly awaiting the Easter Bunny's arrival.