It's that time again!

The sun is out (in general, not today), the days are warm and getting Nora inside involves bribery and/or violence. But the pictures are great!

The hooligan

Last night was my birthday and Eric took me out to dinner. Afterward, we picked Nora up at the babysitter's house. All the way home, she was repeating, "Don't pull the firm 'larm. No, Nora. Don't touch it. Nora pulled the fire 'larm..."
Should I be worried about this?

Bad Doctor, Bad Mommy

We took Nora to see Dr. Dan today, which is apparently more exciting than Christmas. Even getting her second Hepatitis A couldn't keep her down for long.
I did manage to feel completely incompetent when I took down Nora's diaper and she had a raging yeast infection that I didn't even know was there. I had been treating a ringworm on her thigh for the last few days, but no yeast.
Oh, well. Such is life, right? I know you don't care about my Mommyangst.
Here's what we all really want to hear: 30 pounds (75%ile), 34.25 inches (50%ile) which is how she has charted all the way along. She's growing and developing normally. Nay, exquisitely.

Cute, right?

I know, I can't believe that Eric and I made that one either. I had to say it before someone else did.

New-found Counting skills

Nora saw her father naked the other night and prolcaimed, "Daddy has one...two...three legs!" Elmo would be proud. Daddy certainly was.

Rainy Day Nora, Again

I submit to you further proof that Nora prefers to be outside in any weather to being inside. She dragged Nana out to play bubbles in the pouring rain yesterday. And to ride her tricycle. And to stomp around. She saw nothing unusual or wrong with this.