Nora Evelyn

Nora took this photo of Jen yesterday morning. She was pretty proud of herself.

She’ll never get to meet him, alas, but one trait Nora shares with her paternal Grandad is being the life of the party. At 27 months old she already has an easy charm and a playfulness that remind me very much of my old dad. Yesterday she and I went out to lunch with her Granny to a lovely little local Livonia place called “Big Boy” where, indeed, the boys tend to be quite large.

Nora decided the table tent advertising breakfast specials was, in reality, her crown. She put it on the moment the waiter drew our attention to it and had to be coaxed and cajoled into relinquishing* it at the end of the meal. Two things really struck me about this (1) she knew she was being silly but (2) she was totally nonchalant about it: didn’t fuss with the hat, never took it off, never pointed at it or anything. She just put it on and carried about her business. But don’t take my word for it, I bring you evidence:

* as an aside, do you notice how “relinquish” is pronounced as if there were an ‘ing’ in the middle of it? I’ll bet it’s hard for you even to say it with a normal ‘n’ sound (try it, I’ll wait). Someday I’ll explain to Nora why this is and she’ll want to be ANYWHERE else in the entire world hearing about ANYTHING else on ANY other subject. Oh well, kiddo, I had to put up with Irish dancing lessons and a Dad who put stuff on his head. Suck it up.

Nora’s fever seems to have broken finally and she’s out with her Papa and Baba today having breakfast at Angelo’s and then heading to the Ann Arbor Hands On Museum for a bit of fun. It’s fantastic to see her healthy-like again.

Faithful dog Puggy stayed home with me to help with my research. Here we see him working on a literature review. Click to zoom, of course.