Midway

Almost a month has gone by and things change every day. Nora, you are the most delightful, talkative little person. You race around in your diaper, you shout, "Mama give it big hug!" and grab onto me, you do a funny little dance that's like clogging, and you're fascinated by animals and nature and all sorts of things, just everything. You learn new words each and every day, and you love big words - quesadilla, dictionary, President Obama, alphabet. If you had your way, I would read one of your picture dictionaries to you over and over and over again, just taking the occasional break for a Frances book or one of Bonny Becker's Bear and Mouse books. (You cracked us all up last week when we were on vacation with Granny and Poppy by shouting, "Impossible! Intolerable! Insufferable!") As your daddy regularly says, you are hi-larious. Right now, you are in your bed, not sleeping and, for some reason, clapping and shouting, "Yay!" Happy, happy girl....

And you chat more and more about being a big sister and babies. You like to talk to my tummy and occasionally want to pull my shirt up to give it a pat or just to say hello.

Bip, you are moving on toward spaghetti squash status apparently. Eyelids, eyebrows, lips - you are a busy, busy baby! And you are apparently feeling up to checking out your new digs, because there's been a whole lot of wiggling going on in there. Daddy's even been able to feel some of your little thumps from time to time. We're crazy busy, but I do my best to find some time each afternoon to put my feet up while your sister naps and just hang out with you for a bit. I enjoy your little Morse code taps and talk to you and pat you and just think quiet thoughts. Hope you're enjoying your accommodations, and we can hardly believe that we're past the halfway point, that you'll be here before we know it!

Love and kisses,
Mama