Sometimes she’s in her high chair to keep her squirmy ass in one place for longer than 45 seconds. The actual title for this post should be Color Wonder Markers, How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways. But that was far too long.
The Color Wonder products? Pure freaking genius. Fantastically fantastical, I say.
Nora has only recently began to show an interest in coloring with crayons and markers. You know, as opposed to eating them. Apparently sometimes a girl just needs her daily dose of Burnt Sienna.
The extra awesome thing about Color Wonder Markers? It matters not if she eats them! They only work on the special paper. Good thing…because I’d have a hard time explaining why the 17 month old baby is sporting purple teeth.
My most recent finding is the printable pages on nickjr. Now she can color Gab-Gah! Gab-Gah! (Yo Gabba Gabba!) all day. She does this while I watch soap operas and polish my nails.
I particularly enjoy the level of concentration involved. I’ve never seen a more serious colorer. She loves to draw eyes. You can tell by the way she yells Eye! Eye! while crushing the end of the marker on the paper with triumph.
Her favorite color, by far, is Geen!, but Yo! is a close second. When she’s all finished she happliy exclaims Peeety! (pretty) and waits for the big to-do that is made of hanging the masterpiece on the fridge. However, after having to use photoshop to remove the dirty fingerprints from the wall behind her…I’m thinking we need to start hanging them there!
Today we had sweet corn. Do you think Nora was happy with eating the corn I shaved off the cob for her? Hell-to-the-no she wasn’t. We figured this out by the way she flipped her plate onto the floor. This made the dog extremely happy. Us? Not so much. After much pointing at Larry’s plate and a few babbles in his general direction we figured out that she was asking for a bite. Why didn’t I think of that? ‘Bie‘ totally sounds like toddlerspeak for bite. Do you think she wanted to take a bite while one of us held the cob for her? Again, hell-to-the-no she didn’t. She wanted a buttery, peppery, kernelly chin. Yeah, I made up kernelly…but you knew what I meant, didn’t you?
And so, I bring you, without further delay…Nora’s first shot at eating corn on the cob…A Photo Essay…
This one cracked me up because she almost seems afraid of the cob. The raised eyebrows seem to question what it is that she is biting into. Or maybe she’s questioning the fact that both her parents are laughing while her Father is wielding a camera.
I admire the extreme concentration. This corn on the cob business is serious stuff. This is obviously not a privilege to be taken lightly.
Are you guys sure I can eat this?! And why are you still laughing?!?
I am tentatively enjoying this corn. That I am feeding myself. Without you.
Up next? Chicken on the bone!*
*That was totally a joke. We don’t even buy chicken on the bone. It reminds Larry too much that his chicken used to be alive. And that it had little chicken friends that it’ll never see again.
Dear Nora,
You are turning into somewhat of a Linus. So much so, in fact, that we had to have Grandma crochet you a second blanket just so we could wash the primary blanket every once in a while. You find the backup blanket acceptable for playing and napping…but never for sleeping. Apparently sleeping at night is a special thing only to be shared with the primary blanket.
When you say blankie it comes out sounding like bike-bye and at first we thought you were saying bye bye.
One of your favorite games to play with your blankie is BOO! It’s not peek-a-boo…you only say the boo part.
Your blankie is definitely your comfort item…you want it when you’re tired (and won’t sleep without it)…you want it when you’re hurting…you want it when we’re in an unfamiliar place…and you want it when it’s goofy-play time. That blankie is quite a traveler, too. In your short sixteen months it has: been to San Francisco twice, seen a few doctor’s and shots appointments, made it on quite a few shopping trips.
I can tell by the way your eyes light up when you see your blankie that the two of you are going to be lifelong pals. You couldn’t hug it any tighter or snuggle it any deeper. I imagine that knowing that your Great-Grandma made it for you will one day make it all the more special for you. Enjoy your bike-bye, Baby Girl. And I don’t care what anyone says, if you want to carry it down the aisle when you get married, you totally can!
Love,
Mah-om
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