Funny Face - Nora in Trouble

Poor Nora, on occasion (sometimes a lot of occasions), gets into trouble for this or that. Typically it isn't a big deal, but regardless the reason this is the face we get. I have yet to master not laughing out loud when I see this as it is just so darn pathetic.

15 Months

Little Bit is already 15 months...well...a little past now since I've been a very bad blogger lately. She is growing right on track and the doc said she looked great!

She is 31 and 3/4" and 22lbs 11.5oz. That puts her in the 50-75th percentile on height and 50th percentile in weight. Regardless of the inches, pounds, ounces and percentiles she is absolutely perfect to us!!

Did I tell you we've had to implement time outs already. I thought it was terrible two's and three's...nobody mentioned anything about one's. The moral of the time outs is that we have a hitter. I guess I would choose a hitter over a biter...but seriously...15 months and it is already starting. YIKES. Although I have to say she's pretty cute when she's in trouble...I'll have to get pics soon.

And finally...we have found the kitties and love to love on them. The kitties simply find it irritating, but Nora is just being a sweet little sister to them that wants to pet and hug on them. She gets swatted on occasion, but I cannot fault the cats although you would think they just peed in her cheerios or something.

Night Night on Salem

Too Sweet

Salem is Over this Little Girl

Peed in Cheerio Face

Busted Baby

This is the look a baby gives when she gets busted.

And this is the look she gives when she gets in trouble!

Get This Thing Off Me

Nora wasn't impressed with either the snowsuit or the snow. I had high hopes of her getting her first feel of snow. All I got was a crying kid with frozen snot on her face. How precious?!?!

The Final Christmas Card Picture

well, probably not, but this one is pretty funny! As one of my friends said...Senior Yearbook good! And just think...I still have 17+ more years to add to that list!

Pumpkin Patch

Nora and pumpkins are not friends...they don't even pretend to like each other. Or maybe it was the scarecrow. Whatever the reason, Little Bit was a long way from enjoying her first outing to buy some pumpkins. Dang girl practically learned how to jump that day...jump into her daddy or my arms to be "safe" and then she was still skeptical.

New Things

What the heck are you doing to me?

What is this contraption you are putting me in?

Why would you do this to me?

Help me...daddy...mommy...

As you can see, Nora and highchair didn't become best friends at their first introduction with each other!

The Many Moods of Nora

HAPPY

SAD

TIRED

CURIOUS

Just like Mom

For those of you who know me well will get a kick out of these pictures. Just a couple poses that will remind everyone who her mom is and how much she is like me...hee hee.

The First Month

We actually made it through the first month and we are all still functioning...well kind of. Nora had her two week appointment and had already gained back her birth weight plus 3 oz and grew and inch (now at 8lbs 4 oz, 21 in). The doctor was very impressed by her...I guess she really enjoys her food...another part of her that is like her Mommy!

I have to admit, the thought that kept going through my brain once I was finally home alone with my darling little girl was "can we put her back in? Please, can we put her back in?" Looking back, life seemed so simple just anticipating her birth and her still being inside me. I cannot be the only one that had these thoughts. I had such an easy pregnancy, I was only finally getting a bit uncomfortable the last couple weeks. I couldn't complain...so I peed a lot, but I sure did eat well to make up for that little inconvenience! And now there is crying, up every couple hours instead of sleeping, stinky diapers...all the time, more crying...what is it she wants??? ARGH!

But then she starts growing a little bit more. She starts to really look at you, recognize you. She turns to your voice now and will just stare at you when you are holding her or lying next to her (yes sometimes she still gets to sleep with us...we know...we know...we just cannot resist...we will deal with the consequences later). :-) And then finally, you get that first smile. And you just know it isn't gas, it was a real smile. Your heart melts and you are suddenly so glad she is here and will take all those sleepless night, the crying, the poopy diapers if only you can see that smile one more time!!!!