Happy Halloween! Here, finally, are some pictures of our little bean in the fantastic, wonderful, astonishingly pink bunny costume her Granny McGowan designed and made for her. How could anything be simultaneously so pink and yet so cute? I have no idea. I really have no idea.
How did we get cursed with such a dour, miserable soul of a baby? We may never understand what exactly we did to cause such interminable sadness in one so small.
Today Nora is 11 months old, and a lot has changed since that first day. For one thing, walking instead of crawling means finding a whole new world of stuff you never knew existed — right in your own home! She’s recently discovered and become wildly enamored of my old Underwood typewriter.
Since she learned to crawl it’s seemed like Nora and Roomba (our floor-cleaning robot) follow basically the same room-exploration algorithm:
Those of you with toddlers (or proto-toddlers) and robotic vacuums know what I’m talking about here. Of course, Roomba can’t do this!
p.s. look at that little belly!
How strange it is that the most commonplace, literally the most
pedestrian, things in life should fill us with such awe, amazement, and joy when done for the first time by a child.
note: this video was shot three months to the day after her first crawl.
(pssssst! this is not her costume.) :)
Sometimes we push the wagon around and sometimes the wagon pushes us. That’s just life.
Nora’s Halloween costume is now made. She’s tried it on and it fits perfectly. She is so blindingly cute in it that you must not look at her directly — instead you must content yourself with looking at her shadow through slits in a piece of paper. Still, though, this may be too much cute. You have been warned.
What is the costume? I’m certainly not going to say. :)
This weekend we had lunch with most of my family to celebrate Nora’s cousin Erin’s birthday. You’d think, given the occasion, that I’d have made a point of getting a good picture of the birthday girl with our little bean, no? What can I say? Don’t hire me as your wedding photographer unless you want a lot of pictures of what my daughter looked like at your wedding. :)
Nora was once smaller than ruggles. Then she was about the same size as ruggles. It wasn’t long before overtook him. Now, though, she’s 29 inches tall, 17 lbs, and has taken to dragging the poor bear off his chair and hugging him like chocolate might come out if she squeezes hard enough. I’m sure he appreciates the newfound source of affection, but being dragged about by the foot (his head thumping along the floor) is an incredibly undignified state of affairs for an erudite bear with an ever-present bow tie. We’re sorry, ruggles, but the kid wins.
