Nora Evelyn

Recently (not sure when) our photo management software lost its mind and started putting new pictures in seemingly random folders. While sorting through the mess this evening I found a whole bunch of pictures we haven’t posted yet. I’ll be posting these over the next few days. Here are some pictures from a visit to Granny’s nearly 2 weeks ago*.

* anyone upset about the infrequent and erratic updates is eligible for a full refund of their purchase price. Just click the large, red “I would like to complain” button below.

Some of you may know of Nora’s long-standing obsession with Alan Doyle of the band Great Big Sea from the tropical island of Newfoundland (primary stress on ‘land’, not ‘found’). Well, the band’s in town today. They stopped by Brien’s radio station where he posed for the following photograph:

Somehow it slipped Brien’s mind to kidnap Alan and bring him to our house to meet Nora even though there is precedent for exactly this maneuver. Congrats on the photo, Brien, but I wouldn’t show up near Nora any time soon unless you have a Canadian folk rocker in tow. :)

Nora’s school has started a new thing where they take pictures of the kids throughout the day and then post them to a web site for parents to enjoy. It’s fantastic!

Here is a series of shots of Nora putting on safety equipment and then using a saw to cut a paper towel tube in half (at home we’d have used a power miter saw). The teacher pictured here explained to me that Nora later innovated sawing the tube almost-but-not-quite all the way through to convert the tube from telescope to binoculars.

Today, as it happens, is Grover’s birthday. Nora learned this and insisted on watching some of his videos which led to her wanting to send him a birthday message. This is that message.

A few days ago Nora and I were playing in the living room (she was reading herself a book and I was playing video games* because I’m an awesome parent). At some point she came over to me, climbed up into my lap, looked into my face and whispered very seriously, “Daddy, my eyes make noises.” She then proceeded to make wildly roving bug eyes at me for about 20 seconds so I could lean in and listen. She sat back with a look on her face like, “see!?”

I said, “Do my eyes make noises?” and she leaned her ear close to my face so I could make wildly roving bug eyes for a while (I had to take off my glasses, she was that close). I finished. She sat back, considered deeply for a moment, and shook her head, “no.”

“Oh good!”, I said. “Let me know if your eyes make noises again, okay?” She agreed and we went back to playing.

About half an hour later she came back, stood at my feet, and we had the following exchange:

Nora: Daddy, can I lick my tongue?
Me: I don’t know, love, what happened when you tried it?
Nora: *works tongue furiously for a while, eyebrows furrowed*
Me: so?
Nora: Yes. I can.
Me: Oh good! What did it taste like?
Nora: *grabs tongue and, tongue in hand* like THIS one.

So there you have it. Nora’s eyes make noises and her tongue is (A) flexible enough to lick itself and (B) tongue flavored.

We’re looking for the appropriate journal to publish these findings.

* Legend of Zelda, Twilight Princess

Nora and I were going through pictures of her on my laptop this morning (one of her favorite activities) and we came on these photos of us trying to leave Granny’s house that somehow never made it here. It typically takes about 10 minutes after Nora and I are in the car for Granny to stop leaning in the door and let us leave. Sometimes it’s necessary just to start backing up. :)

(she has brownie on her chin; it’s one of the signs that we’ve been to see Granny!)