We both know them all too well.
If there's a Book of Jubilations,
We'll have to write it for ourselves.."
Monday, July 28, 2008
Also, we finally had some time together tonight and just lounged in the backyard for about twenty minutes. It felt alarmingly decadent to just do...nothing. The pictures are below. Please observe- Nora is now running:
For those of you who notice such things, Monkey is being played tonight by a tannish, floppy leonine creature named Lion. There was an Incident with Monkey of which the less said the better- he's in the wash. Bizarro Monkey (the one with the moustache) is at daycare. Hence, the unthinkable that we tried to avoid at all costs has occured. And it was totally not that bad. Nora barely noticed.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Notice the navel puddle of melting ice cream here:
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I had hoped to keep her innocent of a few of the harsher facts of life and these truths for a while yet. Namely, that there are two Monkeys. And that Daddy will do ANYTHING to make Nora giggle like she does here. Be warned- the following video is not for the faint of heart.
And yes, that is Eric reuscitating a stuffed primate.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
She also cried, nay, sobbed when Daddy's bike, with her seat on the back was placed on the trailer. How dare they?
Then, finally, it was time to ride. Again, this is serious stuff.
The ride was amazing, all along the river, past cliffs and waterfalls. We even passed a couple of people. (Not many- don't get excited. Lots more people passed us....) We stopped a couple of times, for lunch and to enjoy the scenery. I wish that the pictures we took could capture the landscape, but like so many times, it just doesn't translate.
One stop that we made, towards the end of the ride, was particularly nice. We hiked down a short trail and Nora learned all about walking on sand. Then, we killed a half hour or so splashing in the water and skipping stones.
Nora got filthy....She loved the whole thing. We tried to do some shopping afterward and get some dinner, which was...um, challenging with a kid who had a lot to process and had missed a nap. Silly parents. So we drove home. And she slept like a rock (do rocks clutch stuffed Monkeys?) the whole way home.
Friday, July 11, 2008
The other night, as I was trying to get dinner on the table, Nora was whining and clinging to my legs. Nothing would make her happy. She threw her milk cup, then got mad when it rolled so far away. She threw Monkey at Suma, then screamed when Suma picked him up. She finally just collapsed in a little, pitiful heap at my feet and sobbed. It was one of those moments when I just wanted to set her on the curb- free to a good home. And we have good traffic on our road. Nothing stays there long.
As I was dragging her little clinging form over to the pantry to get some ingredient, she fixated on the Swiffer. In a matter of moments, she was delightedly sweeping the floor. And walls. And patient, patient dogs. The Mary Lauer genes are strong in this one.
When that got boring, she started helping me unload the dishwasher.
Then, I handed her three forks and asked her to put them on the table. She ran out of the room with them and I made a mental note to go searching for them after she went to bed. Things got awfully, terrifyingly quiet though, so I went looking for my daughter and her forks. I found her in the living room. She was trying her earnest best to set the table. Granted, it was the coffee table....But she's 17 months old.
Crisis averted, we had a nice dinner and Nora helped us load the dishwasher afterward. She carried all her own dishes from the table (having to climb over a mountain of mastiff on the way) and put them in the rack. Then, she pushed the rack into the dishwasher, closed the door and started pushing the buttons on the front. We have a lot more work to do- she forgot to load the soap.
It constantly amazes me what Nora will do if you ask. I never realized how much a kid her age understands and is able to act on. Sure, everything we do with her takes three times as long and usually has to be redone once or twice. But, I'm so proud of her when she furrows her brow and goes all intense trying to figure out what we're doing and how she can do it, too. And that look on her face when she accomplishes her goal...Well, it might as well be the sun breaking through the clouds after a month of rain.
And also, an intense, goal-oriented child who likes to have things just so? Cancel the paternity test!
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
She learned to play the xylophone with her feet....
She thought about climbing a big tree. (Not until you're two.)
And she and Monkey had some nice quiet time. It looks to me like Monkey's been having a great time in those wood chips. You show 'em, Monkey!
And then, she fell down the stairs. I feel like a failure of a mother, but let's not talk about that. Here's another adorable picture of the kid to get everyone's mind off it.
There! Isn't that better?
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
1. Playing under the deck next to the trellis
2. Decapitating flowers, which is serious business
3. Attempting to blow bubbles in a tiny puddle on a rock
4. Eating grass
I'll let you decide which is which.