Some days, I just take a lot of photos. And videos.
1. Nora uses one of the few signs she knows to request that more photos be taken of her. Do not blame me, people.
2. More of Nora referring to her hair elastics as hats.
3. If your daughter said “Ca-Co” in such a cute way, you’d take a video of it and post it to the internet, too.
Lisa: Are you teaching Nora how to juggle?
Blake: Yep! Well, I’m trying to. She’s totally going to impress all her kindergarten friends.
Lisa: Yeah she is. And her teacher.
Blake: She’ll impress EVERYONE. Except Dave. Dave’ll just be like, “I’ve been juggling since I was three.”
My mom, proudly displaying her hairdo handiwork:
In the background, you can see my new Jamaica Trinnaman painting hanging over the fireplace. I know, I need to branch out and find another artist I like whose work I can afford. But it’s awesome, right??
Nora loves to ‘cook,’ which usually means stirring the air inside some kind of receptacle with various vaguely oblong implements. CUTEST BEAN EVER.
Nora passed the time in line to get a birth certificate with a little nap, and then showed us how to properly use the Wii.
I’m not sure how we never got Nora a birth certificate before, but when I went to collect the documents to get her a passport, all we had on file was the novelty certificate from the hospital. Now she has officially been borned.
Just a few snapshots of our day–more hats on toes, with a side of trying to climb onto the couch.
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.
