Fancy Nancy

Our little Fancy Nancy hardly takes of her new crown given to her by her cousin Sadie for Christmas. The crown is often paired with her brown church shoes and a make-shift necklace.

Bathtime

This morning while I was busy occupying myself with a "to-do" list a million miles long, Norah was busy occupying herself with her new Christmas loot. All the sudden I hear Norah shout, "wa-er!" (water) so I peek into the bathroom where Norah is sitting - full dressed with a crown on her head - in the bathtub full of toys all ready to take a bath.

Shoes

Norah loves, nay, is obsessed with shoes. From the second she wakes up to the second she goes to bed, she insists on wearing shoes. This has presented a bit of a problem seeing as she only has two pair of shoes and she tends to misplace them. So yesterday she magically found two shoes from when she was 6 months old. Not two matching shoes, mind you, just two shoes. Luckily one was for her right foot, and the other for her left. Unluckily, they did not fit. One was a yellow polk-a-dot flip flop in which her toes and heel hung on the edges, and the other was a tiny cloth shoe for a pre-walking child. She wore this combination all day without complaint. Just goes to show, women learn early on that beauty truly is pain.

So today we decided shoes might be something we should buy our daughter. We took her to Target and walked into the shoe department. She immediately shed the shoes she was wearing and started pointing to every shoe in the isle asking, "yes? yes? yeah? yeah?" We bought three new pair.

Say my name

Now that she's almost 17 months old, Norah officially says, "mamma." Took her long enough. Here's just a small sampling of the words that came before her own mother:

Dad

Banana

Stuck

Hi

Bye

Duck

Ball

Yeah

Yes

No

Down

Broccoli

Norah loves LOVES broccoli. Tonight I made (and when I say "made" I mean I heated up a frozen pre-made meal, we're gourmet like that) macaroni and cheese with broccoli. Norah refused to eat the macaroni and cheese, but she devoured every little piece of broccoli in the entire dish.

She loves these greens so much that anytime I have the fridge open and she can see the broccoli in the vegetable crisper she points to it and says "please" repeatedly. I admit, there are worse things she could love. And frankly, there are worse things she does love. Like candy and ice cream.

To Grandma's House

Yesterday we were getting ready to go to my parents house for dinner. I asked Norah:

Do you want to go see Grandma?
Yeah.
Do you want to go see Granddaddy?
Yeah.
Do you want to see Aunty Carlie?
Nah
Do you want to see Aunty Rylie?
Nah

Girly girl

Norah is such a girl, I love it. Here are a few examples:

1. She LOVES walking around with her purse on one arm, strutting her stuff like she's all that (and really, she is all that), stopping occasionally to check the contents of the purse and add more random items such as spoons, shoes, etc.

2. She sits on my lap every morning while I do my makeup and whines until I dab a brush on her face and tell her she looks soooo pretty.

3. The girl loves shoes.