Grandma brought over gingerbread cookies, and Nora was actually allowed to eat them!
Well, “allowed” might be a little strong. I’m sure if Dad had anything to do with it, those cookies would never have seen the light of day. Nora loved them, though.
No. No, I can’t.
Nora thought her fried eggs were really tasty, until they started giving her a rash. Oops.
I seem to have gotten a tiny bit of spaghetti on my face.
Nothing a little bath won’t take care of.
Good as new!
For my birthday, Dawn promised to take me and Nora to see the Festival of Trees and then to lunch afterward. Nora was pretty tired by lunchtime (and teething) and turned up her nose at the food…until she discovered tartar sauce. Tartar sauce, where had you been all her life?
A little Sunday-afternoon snack in the dress Nora got from Dawn for her birthday.
Aw, look at her, so big. Drinking from a juice box.
Yes, it’s from McDonald’s. Don’t you judge me.
The obligatory picture of baby feet BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST SO CUTE:
Spaghetti and peek-a-boo: two great tastes that taste great together.
Breakfast time is a noisy time. What, it’s not like that at your house?