Throwback Thursday

Feb 3, 2003  I was watching the memorial service for the astronauts who died on the space shuttle, and I was crying. Noah came over and peered at my face with a curious, worried look, and I realized he had never seen me cry before. He stared at me for a long time, and then he went into a little comedy routine. He started mooing and spinning around and flapping his arms. I laughed at him, and he seemed pleased. Then he got a ball out of his toy box and offered it to me. Is it possible that he is that compassionate at one year old? Another funny thing he did today...we were looking out the front window when all the sudden the meter reader appeared in front of the window from the side of the house. He was a large African American man, wearing a hood that covered most of his face.  Noah pointed at him and said excitedly, "Dada!"  He calls me Dada too.  I think he thinks all adults are named Dada.