OK, I'm seriously a bad parent.
I have been unable to photographically document any of the cuteness that is Nora lately. I would blame it on the fact that she is a constantly moving object (Eric prefers "hot molecule." Always one for the Brownian motion jokes, that Eric), except that someone managed just fine.
Jenni and her ever-busy camera have recorded for posterity Nora in a tutu.
Nora.
Tutu.
Don't miss this.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Dinner Party (by Eric)
We had the Osers and the Schlegels over for dinner last night. Sean and Tamara brought their beautiful twin girls Jessica and Courtney, and Dan and Denise brought baby Nora along for the night (my first chance to meet her!). We gorged on Pizza, Thai food, French Fries, and far, far too much chocolate cake and brownies (Sean took too much insulin).
We had a great time. The Oser girls were amazing with our Nora Lee- they drew with her, played with Play-doh and even read to her at bedtime. She was DE-lighted with the entire situation, especially with the part where she got to eat all the chocolate cake she wanted and then get read to by two 6 year old girls before bedtime. Happily, not a single meltdown took place and she finally put herself to bed at 9:15.
It was a really nice night, and I was left feeling incredibly grateful for their company. Like so many things these days, it was a little bit bittersweet though. We’ve met some really amazing people in the last few years here in Pennsylvania, and it’s going to be really painful having to say goodbye and then start all over making new friends in Minnesota. The evening also reminded me of how much we’re going to miss our little house. We’ve poured ridiculous amounts of time and money into making it what it is, and it’s certainly nothing fancy, but it ours and now it’s just right for us. We love inviting people that we care about into our home. It’s really sad leaving a home that we’ve poured your heart and soul into, not to mention one that we’ve raised our daughter in.
Speaking of busting our butts on this house, that’s exactly what we did today. Nora Lee spent the day with Ms. Jessica so that Mommy and Daddy could do some last minute fix-up jobs before the house goes on the market this week. We re-finished the shower in the Master bath (a word to the wise- DON’T EVER DO THIS… unless you enjoy poisoning yourself), fixed the hole in the ceiling where I put my foot through the sheetrock, did a bunch of touch-up painting, rearranged some furniture, cleaned up the yard and made some repairs to the fence, made a MASSIVE goodwill donation (and gave away even more stuff via Freecycle), cleaned up the garage and the shop and painted a long-neglected front door. Phew! We’re pooped.
We had a great time. The Oser girls were amazing with our Nora Lee- they drew with her, played with Play-doh and even read to her at bedtime. She was DE-lighted with the entire situation, especially with the part where she got to eat all the chocolate cake she wanted and then get read to by two 6 year old girls before bedtime. Happily, not a single meltdown took place and she finally put herself to bed at 9:15.
It was a really nice night, and I was left feeling incredibly grateful for their company. Like so many things these days, it was a little bit bittersweet though. We’ve met some really amazing people in the last few years here in Pennsylvania, and it’s going to be really painful having to say goodbye and then start all over making new friends in Minnesota. The evening also reminded me of how much we’re going to miss our little house. We’ve poured ridiculous amounts of time and money into making it what it is, and it’s certainly nothing fancy, but it ours and now it’s just right for us. We love inviting people that we care about into our home. It’s really sad leaving a home that we’ve poured your heart and soul into, not to mention one that we’ve raised our daughter in.
Speaking of busting our butts on this house, that’s exactly what we did today. Nora Lee spent the day with Ms. Jessica so that Mommy and Daddy could do some last minute fix-up jobs before the house goes on the market this week. We re-finished the shower in the Master bath (a word to the wise- DON’T EVER DO THIS… unless you enjoy poisoning yourself), fixed the hole in the ceiling where I put my foot through the sheetrock, did a bunch of touch-up painting, rearranged some furniture, cleaned up the yard and made some repairs to the fence, made a MASSIVE goodwill donation (and gave away even more stuff via Freecycle), cleaned up the garage and the shop and painted a long-neglected front door. Phew! We’re pooped.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Daddy helping
Last night, Eric got home early (read:before Nora's bedtime), which unfortunately hasn't happened a lot this week. According to him, he was feeling a bit of Nora withdrawal, so he offered to do bath and bedtime.
So, I sat on the couch and read a book. I could hear the general hilarity from the bathroom quite clearly. Amidst the giggling and splashing, I suddenly heard Nora say, "Bug lamp not up there."
Eric response was, "Nope. Mommy killed the bug. It's dead."
You know what, buddy? Don't help.
Nora spent the day with Lilly and Lilly's Dad (which is what Nora thinks Gregg's actual name is) on Monday. Check out the video here.
So, I sat on the couch and read a book. I could hear the general hilarity from the bathroom quite clearly. Amidst the giggling and splashing, I suddenly heard Nora say, "Bug lamp not up there."
Eric response was, "Nope. Mommy killed the bug. It's dead."
You know what, buddy? Don't help.
Nora spent the day with Lilly and Lilly's Dad (which is what Nora thinks Gregg's actual name is) on Monday. Check out the video here.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I get it!
You're upset about the bug!
Nora woke up this morning, and sweetly crawled into my lap in the rocker. She cuddled in with her Monkey and blanket and whispered, "Bug baffroom all gone."
On the other hand, she is doing really well in non-bug-related areas. She's sleeping in "Nora's Big Girl Bed," as she refers to it every time. She loves to wash hands, dishes, feet, everything. She would love to wash Suma, but Suma is understandably resistant to that idea.
She has moved up to the two-year-old room at school for good. And is loving it. As long as Lilly is around, the world is OK.
She's trying really, really hard to potty train, instigated by the peer pressure of everyone else doing it at school. Unfortunately, right now she has mastered the part about taking the pants off and sitting on the potty, but then will get off the potty and poop on the floor in front of it. Yes, this has happened multiple times. Don't you judge me.
Pictures will be forthcoming one of these days, I promise. I just have to either bring them to work or get our home computer functioning properly. Hold your breath.
Nora woke up this morning, and sweetly crawled into my lap in the rocker. She cuddled in with her Monkey and blanket and whispered, "Bug baffroom all gone."
On the other hand, she is doing really well in non-bug-related areas. She's sleeping in "Nora's Big Girl Bed," as she refers to it every time. She loves to wash hands, dishes, feet, everything. She would love to wash Suma, but Suma is understandably resistant to that idea.
She has moved up to the two-year-old room at school for good. And is loving it. As long as Lilly is around, the world is OK.
She's trying really, really hard to potty train, instigated by the peer pressure of everyone else doing it at school. Unfortunately, right now she has mastered the part about taking the pants off and sitting on the potty, but then will get off the potty and poop on the floor in front of it. Yes, this has happened multiple times. Don't you judge me.
Pictures will be forthcoming one of these days, I promise. I just have to either bring them to work or get our home computer functioning properly. Hold your breath.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Bug
I'm clearly having a little trouble booting myself back into my life after our vacation. I don't know, but something about going from picking fruit off the tree to scraping shellac off an apple is a bit, um, disheartening.
I'm sure you understand.
I had completely convinced myself that we were headed for an early spring when the first few days back were unseasonably warm. Then, it snowed this weekend and reality has officially set in.
It's February.
It's cold.
It's going to be that way for some time.
The one thing- the one single thing- that I am glad to be back for is Nora. She has been terrific. She has an ever-expanding vocabulary that, even when it's not as descriptive as she would like it to be, is always entertaining. For instance, the other night in the bath, she got very agitated. She kept pointing behind me and saying...something garbled. Like every good horror movie heroine, I turned slowly around to look.
And I saw this enormous beetle walking across the light fixture. I then realized that what she was saying was, "Bug lamp up there." Despite my own creepy-crawlies at this ugly thing, I figured I would be a good mom and dispatch the bug. I dutifully took off my shoe and thwacked it with all I had.
At which point, Nora began sobbing. I had apparently killed her new pet. After she pulled herself together enough to really make me feel like a heel, she dried her little face on the towel, looked at me with consternation and said, "Where bug? Is bug working?"
Of course, all absent, loved things must be working. I am a terrible, terrible mother.
I'm sure you understand.
I had completely convinced myself that we were headed for an early spring when the first few days back were unseasonably warm. Then, it snowed this weekend and reality has officially set in.
It's February.
It's cold.
It's going to be that way for some time.
The one thing- the one single thing- that I am glad to be back for is Nora. She has been terrific. She has an ever-expanding vocabulary that, even when it's not as descriptive as she would like it to be, is always entertaining. For instance, the other night in the bath, she got very agitated. She kept pointing behind me and saying...something garbled. Like every good horror movie heroine, I turned slowly around to look.
And I saw this enormous beetle walking across the light fixture. I then realized that what she was saying was, "Bug lamp up there." Despite my own creepy-crawlies at this ugly thing, I figured I would be a good mom and dispatch the bug. I dutifully took off my shoe and thwacked it with all I had.
At which point, Nora began sobbing. I had apparently killed her new pet. After she pulled herself together enough to really make me feel like a heel, she dried her little face on the towel, looked at me with consternation and said, "Where bug? Is bug working?"
Of course, all absent, loved things must be working. I am a terrible, terrible mother.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
OK, I relent.
I admit it. Nora has not been a total pain. She's even had her moments of being adorable. We were just playing hooky here:
It was amazing, and left us looking like this:
And Nora had a wonderful time with the Lauers, who watched our kid so that we could jet off to the Caribbean. I hear they even gave her a birthday Twinkie with toothpick "candles" on it.
It was amazing, and left us looking like this:
And Nora had a wonderful time with the Lauers, who watched our kid so that we could jet off to the Caribbean. I hear they even gave her a birthday Twinkie with toothpick "candles" on it.
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