What could be more fun than a morning at baby school? An afternoon with Grandma and Grandpa. Nora gets to play while her poor parents go to work. Okay, well, so… her poor mother goes to work and her lucky father gets to play with language all day.
Thanks, Grandma & Grandpa!
It would be easy to get sentimental and misty-eyed about dropping Nora off for her first day of baby school (and the gray, rainy weather sure doesn’t diminish that urge), but I think I’ll try to follow Nora’s lead here and just be ecstatic that she has a fun, safe place to play with a whole world of new toys and seven other babies.
These were taken when I dropped her off this morning. I put her down and she immediately scooted away to play with the cars.
I stopped by again after teaching and meeting with some students and she was joyously trying to go the wrong way up the slide on the climbing gym. That’s my girl. :)
Update: She napped! These amazing people somehow managed to convince Nora to take a nap. I’ve asked if they’re available to come spend the night.
She’s not completely healthy (still has a snotty, runny nose), but she’s clearly feeling more like her normal self. Today, in fact, our miraculous little bean walked for the first time! You read that right. It was only about 4 steps covering *maybe* 35 centimeters, but no one can deny that she walked. We attempted to reproduce the event for the video camera, but Nora was too busy being something between pleased and freaked out by her accomplishment to indulge us. Then she promptly and triumphantly took a nap (is taking). Film at 11 (for certain values of 11).
She’s also recently gotten very, very good at “How big is Nora?” and a game we call “grrrrrrr”. All this and more in future episodes of Life With Nora or Bringing up Baby or The Reason Daddy Never Gets Papers Graded In A Timely Manner or How To Go Grey And Become Wrinkled Without Really Trying.
Here’s our poor little bean fighting a nasty, nasty cold. Itchy eyes, runny nose, congestion, cough, etc. She spent all of about 45 minutes playing in the UM Children’s Center’s infant room on Monday and secretly came home with some very exciting germs (and her first ever cold) as a parting gift.
Here’s a photo of our poor little trouper — sick as a dog but trying desperately to smile for the camera.
