The first couple of photos are from an afternoon at the beach. Scott and I took turns going for a swim. The water feels great. The last two photos are of Nora and the friend she made at the Home Depot. She adores other babies.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Open Letter From Nora
Dear Grandma and Grandpa,
I haven't seen you in almost a month which is fine. Maybe you have something better to do than watch your sweet little baby bloom into life :(
This past week was difficult. I just wanted to update you on what has been going on here and happening to me. Please see below.
1. Pants daily.
2. No park at all yesterday.
3. VERY few desserts. None of them Banana Creamies.
4. Spinach baby gruel for lunch. If you've never tasted this, it is poop from babies who are force fed green crayon shavings. Or green cornstarch and water, I'm not sure.
5. OMG THEY TRIED TO WIPE MY FACE. OH HOW THIS ANGERS ME!
6. She spoke to me rudely at 2:14am on Wednesday.
7. The only toys available are the SAME toys as yesterday. I don't want to point fingers, but baby toys aren't expensive and she had to have learned her cheapness from somewhere.
8. They continue to taunt me with the ONE thing that would make my life complete. The remote control. Always in view, but perpetually out of reach.
9. Mommy continues to run away to this place called work. She returns hours later as if nothing happened.
10. A big dog bit me in the face. OK, that didn't happen, but what if it did? Think of how terrible you would feel.
Can you guys come by and check on me? Perhaps you could intervene on the remote control thing. I'd settle for access to the kitchen drawers though. Or the fridge. I'm not picky.
Awaiting your reply.
Love,
Nora
Credit where credit is due: much of this was *heavily* inspired by the Honest Toddler.
I haven't seen you in almost a month which is fine. Maybe you have something better to do than watch your sweet little baby bloom into life :(
This past week was difficult. I just wanted to update you on what has been going on here and happening to me. Please see below.
1. Pants daily.
2. No park at all yesterday.
3. VERY few desserts. None of them Banana Creamies.
4. Spinach baby gruel for lunch. If you've never tasted this, it is poop from babies who are force fed green crayon shavings. Or green cornstarch and water, I'm not sure.
5. OMG THEY TRIED TO WIPE MY FACE. OH HOW THIS ANGERS ME!
6. She spoke to me rudely at 2:14am on Wednesday.
7. The only toys available are the SAME toys as yesterday. I don't want to point fingers, but baby toys aren't expensive and she had to have learned her cheapness from somewhere.
8. They continue to taunt me with the ONE thing that would make my life complete. The remote control. Always in view, but perpetually out of reach.
9. Mommy continues to run away to this place called work. She returns hours later as if nothing happened.
10. A big dog bit me in the face. OK, that didn't happen, but what if it did? Think of how terrible you would feel.
Can you guys come by and check on me? Perhaps you could intervene on the remote control thing. I'd settle for access to the kitchen drawers though. Or the fridge. I'm not picky.
Awaiting your reply.
Love,
Nora
Credit where credit is due: much of this was *heavily* inspired by the Honest Toddler.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Update
A little nub of a tooth pushed it’s way through Nora’s gums
a few days ago. We’ve been feeling it
for a week or so, but now it is finally visible. Teething doesn’t seem to bother her. She is her usual busy self. However, she did use said tooth to go all
zombie on me. I was standing in my
bedroom in a pair of shorts, contemplating what shirt to wear. She was in her walker, scooting around the
bedroom. I wasn’t paying much attention
when she sidled up behind me, grabbed my calf, and chomped down. If that had happened a couple of weeks ago:
no problem. Now: “Ahhh! The zombie apocalypse has spread from the
TV. Damn you AMC!”
She is a happier baby now that we are back home. I think it has a lot to do with
mobility. She spends hours cruising
around the house and the back patio in her walker. Gma Layton asked me to observe her expression
when we reintroduced her to her rolling friend upon return from SLC. It wasn’t glee or happiness. No. I
put her in the walker and she immediately wore an expression of deep
concentration, tucked her head, spread her arms, and zoomed over to see if we
had removed the barricades to the kitchen drawers. She had work to do! Those drawers don’t open and close
themselves, you know.
This morning we took her to the beach to watch the surf
competition. While Scott and I were busy
watching the waves, she managed to pull the blanket she was sitting on towards
her, exposing the sand underneath. We
didn’t notice until a handful of sand was in her mouth. She didn’t seem to understand why we made
such a big deal. The sand didn’t taste
half as bad as the time she dipped her hand in a poopie diaper and was able to
get said hand to her mouth before I was able to intervene.
She is starting to play little games with us. One game she likes is the fall down!
game. In this game, she sits on the bed
with a pillow behind her. She then
throws herself backwards onto the pillow.
She then grabs onto my hands, and I pull her back up into the seated
position. During this game, she often
tries to throw herself backwards before I’ve even started to pull her up. I tell her that this defeats the purpose, but
she just ignores me.
In other news, we are thinking of switching from cloth diapers
to these:
Friday, July 20, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
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