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.

Dadda?

I think it's safe to say Norah loves her dad. Today when I went to get her out of her crib after a nap, the first thing she did was look up at me, held her hands up and shrugged her shoulders in a questioning manner and asked, "dadda?"

And no, she doesn't say "mom" or any variation of mom. In fact, the only words she says are "dad" and "dadda."

Daddy's Girl

Today as Jason was leaving for work, Norah realized he was walking out the door so she crawled to him as fast as she could. He told her "goodbye" and started to shut the door behind him, just then she sat up an started whining. Norah loves her daddy and, naturally, didn't want him to leave her.