Posts Tagged ‘Nora Lea’
Happy birthday, my love.
Saturday, July 3rd, 2010
Nora Lea, you are two.
All of the emotional, do-it-yourselfery of two.
We stand back, amazed at the wholeness of you.
All of the us and our life and you too.
You’re one clever girl with a big “Peek a boo!”
An applesauce bath for a big girl like you.
To dear Nora Lea, happy birthday, you.
Some Weekend Sh*t
Monday, August 31st, 2009
We’re having a blast over here this summer.
Eating noodles.
Blowing bubbles.
Making delicious foods.
Getting our picture taken.
Since James had to work on Sunday, I got lots of kiddo time this weekend. Nora Lea is talking, she babbles and coos, she has a few clear words, but mostly phrases I can’t specify. Except for one.
The one word she repeats over and over and over again?
“Shit.”
She says it while playing with her instruments, chasing Pinot and eating noodles.
She says it while paging through her books, coloring on her pages.
All. Day. Long.
I do my best to ignore it as a charming developmental anecdote but whoo boy, it’s giggleworthy.
I mean, it’s serious.
Very. Serious.
Baby’s first birthday drum party
Wednesday, July 1st, 2009
So, she turns one today.
One year ago, I pounded and hollered and labored her into this world and my world has been pounded and hollered and labored ever since.
Somehow it seems fitting that all that pounding and hollering would give rise to a drum party.
“Nora Lea’s Rhythm Nation,” we called it.
I planned to throw her a Solid Gold birthday party, since it was her golden birthday. But gold and hot weather? Ugh.
Since Nora Lea likes to beat on the world (the fridge, the dog, Papa’s head, tabletops and pans) like a drum, we decided on a drum party.
Not a drum circle, ahem, a drum party.
At our drum party we ate fried chicken drumsticks.
We ate frozen drumsticks.
We ate pretzel rods that looked like real drumsticks.
And we had potato salad and chopped salad to share.
Since it was 106° outside, it was nice to have something cool and refreshing.
Get that? 106° F.
The beer and wine sat mostly untouched due to the heat. Sparkling lemonade indeed.
As it was also James and my sixth wedding anniversary, there was champagne from Gloria Ferrer, the winery where we were married.
Wow, we’ve come a long way.
We colored monkey drums. Those are the drums in Karate Kid II.
We shook our booties to the bongos with triangles, tone blocks and shakers.
Did I mention it was 106° outside?
106°F?
Mostly we just sat and sweated.
Did I mention there was a Wombat sighting?
( Nora Lea couldn’t help herself from patting his head like a little drum.)
And then Nora Lea got her first Elmo.
