a new favorite?

sometimes noah, like all babies, has trouble controlling his movements. his little arms fly around like crazy causing him to sometimes punch himself in the face, sometimes punch mommy and daddy in the face, and sometimes even punch his sweet great grandma in the face. thankfully, he's not very strong, so this doesn't really hurt and gives us all a good laugh! he also has trouble controlling his legs, throwing them all over the place and kicking like a karate hero or something. this, too, usually gives us a good laugh. it's especially funny when he's kicking all around as he tries to get a good poopie going on. which leads us to the other thing he sometimes has a hard time controlling...when he goes to the bathroom. or maybe he doesn't...could it be that it's all thought out and purposeful? as he gets older, he seems to have fewer and fewer "accidents"...they seem to come at certain convenient times, like right when we are in the middle of a bath, he pees all in the water! or the latest is when someone is holding him. i'm convinced that he only saves this for his most favorite people in the world. the latest victim: his aunt ruthie. he's actually gotten her twice, which makes me think she must be his very favorite. yesterday, the two of us met ruthie at the summit to look at some shoes for this weekend's festivities. okay, actually, i begged ruthie to meet me because i desperately needed someone fashionable to help me find shoes to match my new dress...anyway, i had decided when we got there just to carry noah in, rather than getting his stroller out-it takes such effort and we were only going to be there for a few minutes. and the pumpkin seat by itself is a little awkward to carry around if you don't have something to put it in. so, i just grabbed him and ran in. ruthie quickly helped me find a great pair and asked the saleslady to grab them in my size, while i walked around with noah trying to keep him content. i knew he was working on dirtying his diaper, but it takes him a little while to get it all out so i figured we had a few minutes. right in the middle of this, a friend called who was swinging by to give me something...i told ruthie that i was going to run out and grab it and she offered to hold noah for me. so, i tossed him to her and ran out...i was gone, seriously, no longer than two minutes and by the time i made it back, disaster had struck unbeknowingst to poor, poor ruthie. i think i forgot to mention what my oh-so-fashionable sister was wearing: a very adorable vintage dress, a gift from her dad. not a good mix with our sweet little noah. i should have expected something was up when i returned and he was just chillin' in her lap, looking like the happiest baby in the world. i commented on how much he must love her as i picked him up...and then i spotted it, two big wet spots right in the front of her dress. she was so kind about the whole ordeal and we had a good laugh...but i felt terrible. but do you know noah wouldn't even apologize for the mess?? he just fussed at me like i was the one who poopied everywhere! babies!