Blake’s cousin Amanda, in addition to being adorably pregnant, is a much more conscientious blogger than I am. Nora and I went to her baby shower last weekend, and she has already put up the pictures–including several darling ones of Nora. If you don’t feel like waiting three months to see what Nora looks like today, check out Amanda’s entry here.

Just mugging for the camera.

The bandage on Nora’s hand is to keep her from scratching, so her eczema doesn’t get worse/infected. Poor little itchy bean.

We started having Nora sit on the potty every once in a while long before attempting any kind of concerted potty training. I like to think it helped lay some groundwork, but who knows? I’m pretty sure she just liked having the undivided attention of whoever came in to tell her stories while she was sitting there–in this case, Uncle Jeff.

P.S. Don’t tell 14-year-old Nora that I posted these.

When your adorable daughter morphs suddenly and inconsolably from this:

…into this:

sometimes all you can do is grab the camera and document the transformation.