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Nora at 19 months

Okay, what’s the little monkey up to?

She loves the swing. “Ming!” And while she swings, she says, “weee!” and “Nora!” I don’t know why she feels she needs to identify herself only on the swing.

She says more words than I can count because she repeats everything we say.

She says words in the possessive. “Mommy’s Agiss (glasses). Dada’s hats.” And sometimes she strings words together in a way that tells a story. “Ian. Pool. Bye bye.”

She loves the pool and the beach. “Omen”=ocean, “eekel”= seagull, “An”=sand, “daden”= dolpin, “lala” = umbrella.

She loves to “mon, mon, mon!” (run, run, run) on the boardwalk and she’s really fast. I mean, we have a hard time keeping up with her.

She goes through this night night routine that I just love. She’s very wistful as she looks up with those long eyelashes and says “nigh-nigh. Dada. Nigh-nigh. Pool. Nigh-nigh. Eena (Marina). Nigh-nigh. Ming, etc., etc. (And she goes through family and friends).

She says “yeah!” or “Yessss” to lots of questions, so I’ve started asking lots of questions like “Nora, will you remind me I need to stop at the Pharmacy on the way home?” And she says, “Yeeeahhhh.”

She knows what she wants when she wants it. If she’s sitting in her high chair and glances at a banana, she’ll cry and yell “Nana!” until it reaches her mouth. She thinks grocery shopping is like, oh, great, all-this-food-is-for-me-right-now time.

She throws food on the floor with such force and with such nonchalance, it would be funny if I didn’t have to clean it up.

I ran into someone from my high school the other day who I hadn’t seen since high school — we were out to dinner. This woman is really pretty and well-put-together. Nora first threw her spoon and then her nearly-empty apple sauce cup at this woman’s shoe. I was a little mortified.

She’s still climbing the furniture and jumping, squealing, laughing — thinking it’s a game. I have no idea how to stop this.

We’re taking a MyGym class to try to release some of that energy she has so she’ll stop climbing and jumping on the furniture. She LOVES it.

Yesterday, I was driving, and a block somehow hit the steering wheel. She’d launched it from her (rear-facing) car seat. Two shoes came next.

She’s a good hugger. “Hug!”

She gets really invested in random toys like a plastic hamburger patty. People laugh as we walk by, Nora in the stroller, and she’s whining for her “hamburger!” She also says that word like Steve Martin in Pink Panther. (Did anyone see that movie? I think that was the only funny part of that movie, that he can’t say hamburger without a French accent.)

She has moved to one nap a day and she sleeps for close to three hours.

She’s learning her colors.

She likes making animal noises.

I think it’s cute when she’s a little shy around other kids — especially because she’s such a chatterbox most of the time.

She’s so sweet, funny, silly, affectionate, pretty, etc, etc, etc. I love her!

Thanks for tuning in!


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She’s gone vertical


Our little adventurer has discovered how to climb, and climb she does. When you realize you could stand on a box, a chair a couch or a bench and see the world from a whole new perspective, why not climb all day long? The problem is, she does not quite understand the concept of gravity. She stands on her perch high on an armchair, leaning over the edge. And there’s nothing funnier than seeing mommy come running toward her, waving her hands in the air, saying, “No, no, no, no!”

“No, no, no!” she repeats, giggling. Such fun. It’s not fun when she falls off the side and lands on her head, giving her a big bruise on her cheek. Then, it’s tears. But, that doesn’t stop her from playing the game again a few minutes later.

How do I stop this from becoming a game? When I say a stern, “No,” she just laughs and goes at it again.


I’ve read that babies at this age are not able to use their executive functioning skills yet, so they might know right from wrong, but that doesn’t mean they can stop themselves from doing the wrong thing. They might say, “no biting, no biting, no biting” while they’re biting someone. And it’s too soon for timeouts because she’s not going to sit quietly by herself and ruminate on what she did. The only solution, I’ve heard, is to consistently say no and redirect.

Every new stage poses new and interesting challenges. I didn’t know we’d have to baby proof vertically, because she’s kind of short. But now that she’s learned how to climb, she’ll get up on the couch and start shaking the big mirror hanging above it. Our living room has been functioning like a play pen. We’ve got all of our furniture pressed up against the walls, we’ve got those safety plugs in, we have gates, we’ve removed all floor lamps, and we’ve put up gates in the doorways to keep her in the room when we want to. Now, are we going to have to take the chairs out of the room? Today, I tried turning up the cushions so it’s harder to climb, but I have no doubt she’ll find a way around that. But what’s best, to remove all potential trouble spots, or to keep setting limits and redirecting? You know, ideally, she’ll eventually understand gravity a little better. I am a little nervous that she’ll try to climb out of her crib one of these days, though.

I’d like to do activities that will foster her adventurous spirit while keeping her safe.


Good thing it’s spring, because we don’t have to spend so much time in the living room. We can get outside and explore the world. There are flowers to pick, birds and airplanes to hear, trees and bunnies to see. 

Do you have a little climber? I’d love to know!


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