My little Nora, someday you will be glad you have this video of you and Great Grandma Gorgeous. Between now and then, I’ll just enjoy how cute you are, banging on your high chair tray.
but she looks fierce!
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Our little camera hound has suddenly turned coy. Too many episodes of America’s Next Top Model?
Nora is fascinated with grass. I sat her down in the center of the blanket, and she leaned waaaay over so that she could almost reach it, and then toppled over, wriggled onto her stomach, and picked a handful. Then she whined until I sat her back up again so that she could examine her bounty in comfort. Lather, rinse, repeat.
she’s coming to get you, Barbara
Nora doesn’t want to go anywhere unless it’s walking with Dad.
Here’s more of the same–except more awesome, because she says “mama” and then comes out of the screen and kills you, like on The Ring.
Mother’s Day
Blake gave me a new camera for Mother’s Day, so I got things started right by taking a super close-up shot of him cooking his famous chili.
We went up to the cabin to hang out with my side of the family for a while, and Nora got thoroughly spoiled by my mom, Dave, and Angie (who aren’t this blurry in real life).
We drove back down the canyon and over to Blake’s parents’ for dinner, and I took some pictures of his family for Nora’s little photo book. Welcome to the internet, guys!
toothbrush
teeth and hair (It’s cuter than it sounds.)
I finally got Nora to show off her two bottom teeth for you:
Sarah distracted her with Lulu so I could get a picture of Nora’s crazy swoopy hair–just like Uncle Dave’s!
the crown
I was trying to get a picture of the back of Nora’s Crown Burger onesie to give to the people at Crown Burger. Because I have a sickness.
The front says “small fry.”
two-foot-two, eyes of blue
and then it snowed
The weather was gorgeous on Saturday, and we had an ambitious day planned. First, Sarah made Nora what she dubbed a “rally hat.” Unfortunately, when our neighbor asked what cause Nora was rallying for, I didn’t have an answer.
In the afternoon, when it was too hot for padded polyester hats and long sleeves, Sarah and I took Nora with us out to the Turnbulls’ to pick up some strawberry plants. Obviously, it was very tiring.
After a nap (in her bed–we didn’t just leave her in her seat!), Nora and Sarah camped out on the lawn, while Blake and I worked on the herb garden project that drank the Great Salt Lake. Because…it was so big. Anyway, Nora was cute.
self portrait
Nora took this one of herself while she was playing with (read: eating) my phone.