"Sam, cook. Hot. Ayah, Noam, inside. Sam: NOOOO!"
In other words, our neighbor was grilling chicken on the mirpeset and would not allow Ariel and Noam to come outside, as the grill was very hot. Maybe this doesn't sound like a very intense story, but as you may be able to tell from the above, when Noam tells it, it sounds like the script of a very dramatic movie.
Similarly:
"Dada, kippa, tree! Dada saaad. WIND. Found - kippa - on DIRT! "
This great saga went on for weeks. The story just never got old. Daddy's kippa blew off the mirpeset and landed in a tree. Eventually - days later - it fell out of the tree and ended up on the ground, where Noam and Daddy found it and retrieved it (which involved asking our ground floor neighbor to let us into the yard, watching the dog in said yard eat his dinner, etc). It was quite the happy ending.
Noam also narrates his own accomplishments. As in, "good! job! Noam!" which he says when he is feeling particularly proud of himself. Or, "Noam! Coot!" when he feels he has done something cute. Yes, this child needs siblings. For his own good.
And in a final linguistic twist, Noam has a habit of switching the syllables of certain words, which makes him harder to understand but admittedly very cute.
Garage = "agaage" (he LOVES the book on said topic from Bubbe!)
Balloon = "aboon"
Daddy = "deedah"
Another new favorite word - "cello." Yael, Noam's amazing babysitter, takes him to a local music conservatory, where he gets to play the piano and watch the students play different instruments. He loves the piano and the violin, and guitar is an old favorite, but cello is his newest obsession. He pretends to play, and also makes Daddy and Eema pretend to play the cello - not really such an easy thing, if you think about it.
Here are some pictures from around the house:
Noam with his "thing." Every day, Noam picks one or two objects and designates them as "thing" and "other thing." For the rest of the day, he periodically requests his "things." If you are the hapless adult who was not with him when these "things" were selected, you are in big trouble.
Making a call. Probably to "mer'ca."
Nakie time with Ayah. Playing with aboon!
Did you doubt that our son would be reading the New Yorker?
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