Combed and pretty

The other day there was a comb on the couch downstairs - so Noah wanted to come my hair. I let him, and after he was done he said "There Mama, you look so combed and pretty". Who knows what I actually looked like - but that about melted my heart.

When Doug left the other day he said to Noah "Bye baby" and Noah said back to him "Bye baby!" The way it came out was so funny. We have been working on getting him to say things with out being prompted, like when someone tells him "I love you" to say "I love you too". He is starting to get it. :-)