Nora Evelyn

One probably gets the impression from this site that Nora’s life is eating, sleeping and playing at the playground. One only gets this impression because it’s pretty much exactly right. Here’s a video of Nora playing on the Northside school playground. As you’ll see, she’s a little freaked out about being 10 feet or so off the ground with a see-through floor beneath her. I apologize for the jittery video at the beginning; that’s where I whacked my head on the tunnel.

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Zara et al were over on Tuesday for a friendly visit to our crumbling purple domicile. Nora and Zara colored together (Zara can write Nora’s name and everything and left Nono some pretty drawings), read books, played with toys and went to the park. It was an enjoyable (if sadly very short) visit. Here are some photos and here’s what Zara looked like at Nora’s age. Coloring. It’s like a theme.

I really like that first picture! Here’s another version with much better detail on the sidewalk flowers but wherein our primary subject’s head is unfortunately eclipsed. I love our neighborhood.

p.s. welcome to the new, slightly-wider format for rubberducky.org. coming soon: a slightly less babyish theme more in keeping with our beloved toddler.

I think Nora might be tired of our incessant picture-taking:

Last night at dinner Nora decided she needed to protect her thoughts from potential monitoring and interception by aliens. She also needed to smoosh cheese into her hair. Fortunately, we had an empty garlic bread tin on the table that nicely satisfied both requirements.

I got home from work yesterday (Monday) totally exhausted and grumpy. As I walked into the house, though, Nora spotted my helmet and got terribly excited. She danced and pointed and patted her head in front of the front hall closet until we realized she was asking for her bike helmet. We put her helmet on and she forced me to put mine back on. Great, so now we’re sitting around the living room in our bike helmets and Nora notices that Jen’s head is bare. This can not stand so Nora gets her a hat and makes her put it on. Spiffing! The family that covers their heads together… is safe from falling debris together*?

All of this, it turns out, has been a ploy because next Nora went and got my bike shoes and made me put them on and started dancing and singing by the front door (it’s entirely possible that “singing” is sometimes a euphemism for screaming now; she’s recently become mentally, if not chronologically, two). Anyway, long story short (too late), Nora made me take her for a bike ride. I took it as an opportunity to do some hill intervals and to hit a stretch of rocky, dirt road nearby. Jen took before and after pictures.

We need to tighten that helmet.

* actually, that’s the NEXT post.

I do apologize for the sparsity of posts lately; graduate school is hard. Last Tuesday (again, sorry) Nora helped me make some pancakes for dinner. I put her in charge of measuring and smashing the walnuts. The result? She ate slightly over half of our available walnuts while standing at the counter but did successfully smoosh the remaining nuts up rather nicely.

Papa K. is not, to the best of my knowledge, running for President. If he decided to, though, I think I’ve found his first campaign poster.

On Saturday Nora had a very important meeting with her colleague, Ellie, at Gallup Park. During a break in the high level negotiations (which involved Nora attempting to administer hugs and Ellie fleeing at top speed) Nora braved the dangerous voltage of the curvy slide.

she doesn’t know they’re full of oats, whole wheat and flax seed to go with the chocolate chips & walnuts. what she doesn’t know will most definitely not hurt her.

Here are a couple of pictures of Nora being a goofball on Saturday.