Week 15 - 3 Months but who's counting

We had been told many a-times that 3-months was a milestone and things would be much better and easier with Nora come that day. So when Nora reached 3-months, we had subconciously built up a lot of expectations. Yeah, I guess you can say that our expectations were a little over the top. It's like she had graduated infancy and was instantly 2 years old. We found ourselves literally thinking, "why is Nora still in her carseat in the livingroom? Why doesn't she get herself out?" "Why isn't she using her words?" "Why is she crying?" (Even though she had been crying much less than in previous months.) "Why does she want me to carry her?" We thought it was an interesting phenomenom.

3-months is good alright. Mommy was even overhead saying, "why can't they be born at 3 months?" We are loving the increased interaction and response that we can evoke from her.



It'a all about multitasking.


Kara says that Nora has been an excellent instructor of the art of stretching. Her specialty is the full body stretch.

A several minute stretch routine is part of her unswaddling ritual.

Nora and Ella at a pub.

If you ask me, it looks like Nora's a little sauced.
Nora loves wrestling with Lulu "The Pork Chop" Lamb.

Here she is right before her patented gnawing of the ear move called The Mike Tyson.

Her other signature move is Drool of Death, which she attempts on mommy and daddy occasionally.



But they still remain friends through it all.



Me...

and my...

Pork Chop.



Mommy Graffiti


I just liked this pic.

I think she looks like a muppet.


Just one more...

I... uh... almost got it...

Click.



Ewwww... Mom... yuck.

Week ?

Which week is it anyway?









Nora and daddy sharing a moment with their ice cream cones.

We don't buy any of those Baby Einstein DVDs because she's all over the theory of relativity already.









Nora's first time at the pool.








It may be just the hot weather, but Nora seems to enjoy her baths now.





It's scary. The kid already enjoys the Tele.

The only sanctioned show is Jeopardy, but it looks like mom may be a little more lenient when daddy's at work.

Week 13 - The Day the World Stopped

Nora was actually born (in part) to music from the musical Wicked, (Most of the "Songs to Birth to" playlist I made Kara were by our fav Jack Johnson.) We are beginning to think that Nora is taking this whole "Defying Gravity" thing just a little bit too far with the hair. I'm beginning to question the laws of physics.

Through all our travels last week (the week prior to the 4th of July) we had Nora in the carseat for extended periods of time. There is a U-shaped head support for newborns that came with the carseat to help support her head. And we've always used it. Kara noticed after our trip that Nora was getting too big for the head support. So she removed it. But what she effectively did was pop off the top of one of the snake-in-a-can gag toys. We hadn't realized how much the head support had been matting down (oppressing in my opinion) her hair.

This would help explain some of Nora's displeaure with the carseat. She doesn't like anything getting in the way of her hair. So the hair came back with a vengence, even in part to Daddy's great pain and discomfort as will be seen in some of the pics below.

Nora is a big tummy time wuss. Mainly because that big melon of hers she calls a head causes her to do a face plant on the floor everytime we place her on her stomach. So she's never been a fan of tummy time, but this week she did something hilarious.

We put her down for tummy time and she became the human weeble-wooble. She arched her back, stiffened her body, and pointed her toes. Though I'm not sure I truly captured it through my laughing fits, it was preciously funny.





Nora in the background as Sarah plays the childhood classic eye gauge game with Grampa Dennis.


4th of July with Jo and Nora in her patriotic outfit.

I love Jo's shirt. On the back it says "Save ME!"

She has 3 kids.


I had to put another pic of Sarah in there with Kit-kat. I loved the head scarf.








The day the hair was freed.



The day the world stopped... and daddy saw....



BABY MULLET!!!

The horror.

Every father's worse nightmare.



Weebles wobble...






But they don't fall down.

I think she stayed in this position for about 30 secconds.















Daddy, I'm done.

Week 12 - She's a Trooper

Well, sorry for the no-post last week (as if anyone noticed). That just means we'll have to do double time this weeek to catch up. (2nd post to come soon.)

For the weekend prior to the 4th of July we traveled down south to Southern Cal for a family reunion. And we drove. It's a 7 to 8 hour drive, but Nora was a trooper for the most part considering she doesn't like being in a carseat at all.




Here we are at one of the rest stops along the 5.


Between burps is definitely one of her cuter times.
Nora's first time in the water.

The second time we put her feet in the water she didn't howl, so I guess that means she liked it.




Ahh... the wind through the hair.


Hey you, I know you.









She entertained herself with her new found friend for a good 10 minutes. After which this new friend became just too boring. Hmm?









Grampa and Nora.


Nora, Mommy, and Lynette


A little scripture study.













No... I am your father, Nora.
Join me and we can rule the galaxy.

Search your feelings.


Nooo!

That's impossible!







Cousin Brandon and Nora hit it off instantly.


















Mommy, Nora, and Grandma.