Nora is just as silly, goofy, affectionate, energetic, thoughtful, sweet and funny as ever. Here are some highlights.
Trip to the city
Nora packs up her pocketbook, sits three or four of her “guys” in the baby stroller and leaves the room.
“I gotta go.”
“Where are you going?” I say.
“I gotta meet Nicole in the city.” (Nicole is a good friend of mine.)
“What are you two going to do there?”
“We’re gonna eat coffee.”
Then, mimicking mommy she comes back in the room. “Oh! I forgot my wallet and my purse!”
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Fears
We were at a friend’s birthday party at Tumble Bee and Nora had a blast. But when, at the end of the party, a person in fuzzy bee costume emerged from the back to a rap song which chanted “Bumble Bee, bumble bee,” Nora was not having it. She burst into tears and clutched onto the leg of the nearest staff member. I picked her up and hugged her, and she let out a nervous laugh as we watched the other kids hug the giant bee.
“I want to go home,” she cried.
“That’s not a real bee,” I said. “That’s just a girl in a bee costume, like for Halloween.”
“I want to go home,” she said, kind of like, look, I think I know what a giant bee looks like, and that is one right there.
The whole drive home and for the rest of the evening, she rehashed the debacle over and over again. “Da bee came out and I was crying. I said,” (in a mock crybaby voice) “‘I want Mommy!’ And he waved his hands like this” (waving her hands in front of her). “Maybe we’ll see him again.”
She is still rehashing, three weeks later. She’ll bring it up randomly in the car. “It’s not a real bee!” she says. “It’s a guuurl in a costume.”
I’m impressed by the way that she copes with one of her fears. She processes the situation and talks herself out of being afraid. Kid’s got a good head on her shoulders.
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Crib mishap
Okay, it’s probably time for a toddler bed. It’s just that, I love that nice long nap she takes every day. And friends tell me the toddler bed might put an abrupt halt to the nap.
She climbed out of the pack n’ play at Nana and Poppop’s house, pulled a sheet off the bed, knocked a gate down and made her way to the bottom of the stairs.
“I want to play with Caitlin and Leah!” she was yelling. I ran up to get her when I realized her yelling had gotten louder. So loud, it almost sounded like she was no longer in the attic. Because she wasn’t.
She is probably too darn big for that pack n’ play anyway. Sigh.
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Lovable moments
She says, “Mommy you’re so cute.”
“I want to play with you. Because I love you.”
“I’m so glad you’re here!”
I sneeze and she yells from the other room, “Are you okay, Mommy?”
“I’m okay,” I say.
“Everything will be okay Mommy!” she says.
She sure keeps me on my toes but I sure love her.
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