My dad had the awesome idea of pulling Nora around their property in a sled. She loved it, even when one too-sharp turn spilled her out onto the road. She just got right back in the sled and started chanting, “fast, fast!”
Nora quickly put her new table to good use: becoming a genius.
Here’s Nora, bumming around at home while we threw the last few items in our suitcases. Since we almost crashed on our way to Spring City, this might have been the last picture of Nora, ever. Do I even have to say how glad I am that it wasn’t?
Sarah gave Nora this adorable tutu. The vest is also from Sarah, actually. What a good aunt, right?
The table and chairs are from my parents. Unfortunately, they made Nora grow up about four months in five minutes…but she loves them.
Nora loves to play with the Ziplock bag of her “hats.” Spreading them all out on the floor is big, as is pulling them all out and putting them back in the bag again–but nothing quite surpasses the appeal of putting elastics around her toes.
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!
