Nora Evelyn

edit: last year’s costume theme was much harder to see.

We’re at a conference this week and, though we remembered the camera, we’ve forgotten the USB cable. If we’re able to find a place that will sell us a cable (or an SD card reader) we have all kinds of great stuff to post; otherwise it will have to wait until we get home. Hang in there, the management.

Nora’s cousin Erin drove up from the land of Cleves this weekend to celebrate her (23rd) birthday with us. Granny & (she’s probably going to kill me) Aunt Colleen can be seen in the background. I took what I thought was a really great picture of the birthday girl herself but it didn’t turn out at all.

Nora’s wearing the squirrel crown they made for her at baby school while she and Jen read “Pat the Bunny”.

We’ve recently become members of the Ann Arbor Hands-On Museum and we really love it. Nora and I have gone every Saturday morning for the last 3 or 4 weeks and it’s always fun. Sadly, I think their hive of honey bees has died (I was hoping Nora and I would get to watch some waggle dancing), but this is still a fabulous resource to be able to walk to when Nora gets stir crazy.

Here she is peeking through the peak of the climbing castle thing:

Nora’s current favorite/must-visit sights (in order): any baby, bubbles, ambulance, toddler water table, big kids water table, Michigan aquarium, climbing things in the toddler room.

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watch until the end where she crashes down on the crossbar. I suspect the pain was enough to make a shy, bald Buddhist reflect and plan a mass murder (or perhaps not).

p.s. she clearly hurt herself at least a little bit on the crossbar; hugging followed and then she returned to running around with the bike like a mad thing.

I inadvertently created a monster this afternoon at lunch. Nora got mushed-up peas on her pants
and was kind of freaking out about it, “OH NO! OH NO! Dada, peas! oh NO!”. So, wishing to show her that a little mess on one’s pants is nothing to get worked up about, I scooped a puddle of peas off the table with my finger and smeared them all over her other leg. This did, indeed, get her to calm down because she thought it was hilarious.

She immediately started spooning peas directly onto her pants legs so she could rub them in. Then she grabbed a glob of peanut butter and rubbed that in really well too. I eventually got her to stop (gently & playfully so as not to undo the intended message) and she helped me hose off her clothes in the sink (picture tiny, shivering Nora standing on her stool in a diaper and helping Dada wash her clothes — like a little chihuahua being asked to pull a dogsled).

Was someone out there hoping for hand-me-down clothes from this person? :)

The management of rubberducky.org would like to offer sincere apologies for the recent paucity of posts. We further regret (more than you can know) that this paucity is quite likely to continue through the end of October. What can the management say? Graduate school is hard. Luckily, we have Nora to help with tasks like grading.

( I made the mistake of wandering away from the table and she repaid me by coloring on about half of the students’ papers )

Nora has become terribly fond of Mickey Mouse (this video also shows why I now back up my hard drive twice each day). Incidentally, that’s some kind of weird, early bearded Goofy she points at when Jen asks “where’s Mickey?”, but she really can tell them apart. :) She’s watching “The Band Concert” from 1935. Interestingly, Mickey is very much the heavy of the piece; such rage!

This is a youtube video of her watching Mickey Mouse on a youtube video. Maybe tomorrow I’ll make a youtube video of Nora watching Nora watching Mickey on youtube? I can’t wait to see a video of Mickey watching Nora watching Nora watching Mickey.