For some reason, people think she’s a boy in this outfit. I honestly don’t get it.
Monthly archives for March, 2008
4 months old.
We learned many things at Nora’s 4 month check-up today but the two that stand out most clearly from the growing body of photographic evidence are:
- Nora can never resist staring at herself in a mirror.
- I apparently always wear the same shirt to the dr’s office.
Sorry we didn’t post anything on her actual 4 month birthday (yesterday). Grad school is hard.
I know why the red bird squeaks
Nora will now play with pretty much any toy (or whatever) she can get her hands on but it seems like her two faves are still jacques, whom you’ve met, and red bird.
and what’s with all the carrots?
Our little bunny finds that her pristine, white coat helps her hide from predators in the thick, freshly-fallen spring snow around our warren.
… and it was still hot.
Level One Pixie
| STR 4 DEX 2 CON 12 INT 17 WIS 0 CHA 18+ HP 1 |
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(it’s okay if you don’t know what any of this means. In fact, it’s probably better (for you) if you don’t know what any of this means)
a chailín mo chroí
In case anyone is concerned that their comments are not being read by the subject of this site, here we see her attending to her blogging duties: deleting spam, going over the logs, checking her e-mail, and improving her PageRank. She allows the in-house tech support to operate the keyboard, but I’m sure it’s clear who’s really pulling the strings.
feel better, aunt colleen
Nora’s never had either a cold or an orange, but I’ve assured her that the former sucks and the latter is great. This particular orange is for Nora’s aunt Colleen who is home sick today. Nora promises she’s willing to share — particularly if you’ll explain how she’s supposed to get something the size of her head into her mouth. :)
Tony!
Last week Nora and I paid a visit to my old stompin’ grounds to visit my former co-workers. Here she is with my old friend Tony. You can see my beloved former chair in the office just behind Tony’s head.
happy st patrick’s day
Nora’s first st patrick’s day was a hoot. She and I rode the bus to campus where she hung out with Mommy at work so I could run subjects in the lab:
Then, this evening, she had her first bodhrán lesson:
she is invincible.
My sister gave Nora some head garters and my niece gave her this pink novelty onesie. I think they’re concerned she won’t know she’s a girl or something. We read her to bed with some Andrea Dworkin and a lullaby rendition of “I am woman”.
