Noah had an extremely rough day yesterday (complete with many tears and fits). Maybe the roughest he's had since he was, oh, I'd say...three years old.
BUT, instead of remembering that part of our day...I'd rather remember the cutest thing he said yesterday:
As Daddy was checking something on his Blackberry last night, Noah walked past him, and called back over his shoulder, rather nonchalantly:
"I really like your blueberry, Daddy!"
Now that's the kind of thing I'd rather remember!