Scared

Norah has entered the "afraid of the dark" phase of life - at least, we're hoping it's a phase. So a few nights ago after explaining to her over and over that there were no monsters, and checking every nook and cranny in her room to make sure all the monsters were gone we had a special prayer that Norah would be safe and not be afraid. She feel asleep quickly and that was that. The next night after stories and our normal night time prayer, she started climbing into her crib but then paused and said, "wait! Let's say a prayer." She then quickly got on her knees and said, "Heavenly Father, please bless Noree not be afraid. Name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

Turns out, we might not be such bad parents after all.

The tongue issue

I blame most of the naughty things Norah picks up on nursery. This could be totally false, but in most cases it's what makes most sense. Her current bad habit is sticking her tongue out at people. My quick fix is to slap some soap on that tongue. It seems to have made quite the impression on her and she's now very emotional about the whole tongue-sticking-out issue. In fact, yesterday morning she started to stick her tongue out at me and I gave her "the look" and she was reduced to a bucket of tears. Clayton has recently discovered his tongue so today Norah went into classic big sister mode and simultaneously started scolding him and tattling on him. And the icing on the cake? She also found a photo booth picture of Jason and me and of course I have my tongue out in one of the frames. She showed it to Jason and demanded he put soap on my tongue. Oy.

Anatomy

Today while Norah was helping me bathe Clayton, she (finally) noticed that he is, ahem, different from her in certain areas. "Uh oh mommy, what happen Clayton?" she asked, very confused. "What's wrong? What is it?" she asked as she attempted to use a washcloth to remove his boy parts. I carefully tried to explain that Clayton is a boy and is anatomically different from Norah because she is a girl. I'm not sure she understood because as I explained, she continued to try and fix her brother.

Norah is very aware that Clayton is too little to do many things, specifically, eat "big kid" foods. Her response if you pretend to feed him or ask if he wants what the rest of us are eating is, "No, Clayton's too little. Clayton eats nipple."

Six Thirty Eight

Norah's favorite number is 638. What time is it? 6:38. How much is it? $6.38. What numbers are on the scale? 638. What temperature does the thermometer say? 638. We have no idea where she first heard this obscure number or why she latched on, but the answer to any numerical question is always 638.

Sugar

Mommy: Should we go in your room and get dressed?
Norah: No, done room.
Mommy: You're done with your room?
Norah: Yes.
Mommy: Do you want to go eat?
Norah: YES!!!!!!!!!
Mommy: What do you want to eat?
Norah: Sugar.

New trick

Yesterday, Norah learned a new trick. Let me back up, so now that she's potty trained, we're working on teaching her how to actually go to the bathroom by herself. This includes taking off her own pants and climbing on the toilet. Also, we haven't worried about potty training during sleeping hours which means she sleeps with her "napping panties" aka, pull ups or a diaper. So yesterday we put her down for a nap and when she woke up she was so excited to tell us what she had done. "Off. Throw." Yes, she had taken off her pants and pull up, thrown them across the room, and slept naked. Which of course meant she had wet the bed.

Eww, hair

Yesterday Norah went to give Jason a kiss on the cheek and quickly backed away in disgust. "Eww," she told him. Apparently his facial hair grosses her out. And not just his facial hair, but any bodily hair other than the hair on our heads is disgusting. Eww, hair, yuck.