tiny daughter teeter totter (and sundry)
Teeter totter or seesaw. Call it what you want, Nora is a menace on these things. The last time she used one she ended up jettisoning her pal (and hostess) Harper a couple of feet into the air and the poor girl landed face first in the woodchips (she was fine after some 1 on 1 time with her mom). This time no one got hurt, but this was due to the industrial-grade playground equipment and not for lack of effort on Nora’s part.
You know to always click on the pictures for enlarged (and often different) versions, right?
A sad postscript: the hale balloon animal shown in photo 4 with its entire life laid out before it and, seemingly, with the world in the cup of its little, inflatable paw met an untimely demise in the car on the way to dinner. It seems Nora decided to play Ozzy Ozbourne with the poor, inanimate creature and bit its nose off. No Noras were harmed in the ensuing unraveling and deflation, but the balloon kitty quickly became, like the great dirigibles before it, nothing but a sweet memory of a simpler time.
October 3rd, 2011 at 12:31 pm
Perhaps a strategic-placed pair of shorts under her dress would save her bum on the next visit to the slide….ouch, that must have hurt. Looks like you’re getting to explore the area. I bet they don’t have a Zingermans. Love to all
October 10th, 2011 at 12:14 pm
Nice hat Kevin! And I like how Nora insisted the dog was a kitty. Spencer does this all the time. Right now, he insists that anything colored red is actually orange. Orange stuff is also orange. Clare thinks he is color-blind. I think he is just still learning the ropes (by which I mean the colors).