the baby blog of bryan and rebecca
At some point one of the kids bumped their head. At another point in time Mason bumped Norah on the head and got a timeout.
Now Norah will be playing with a baby doll and she’ll deliberately nail the baby’s head into the wall, cabinet, bed frame whatever and then say in a very concerned voice “oh baby hit head!”
Usually this ends in a little cuddling on Norah’s part but occasionally the baby gets a timeout.
Norah will tell you what sounds animals make. Cows moo. Birds tweet. Bunnies hop. (?)
But when she talks about ducks she says quack quack quack but its always accompanied by her make her hands into little duck bills.
Also pigs squeal, more like a velociraptor. Rarely is it oink.
Kids upstairs, dad downstairs.
Mason: DAD! Norah is playing in cosby (the cat’s) water!
Dad: NORAH! Are you playing in Cosby’s water?
Norah: YES!
Dad: Norah, do you want a time out?
Norah: YES!
Dad: Ok, go sit on the stairs and take a time out!
Norah: OK DAD!
She seemed pretty happy with the idea. Sounds good to me I guess!
Norah in the back seat of the car:
I go pee.
I go pee.
I go pee.
I go pee.
I done pee.
Norah has one of those first words books. I was sitting on the couch and she went over and got the book and walked up to me saying ‘book book book’ and it was clear she wanted to sit on my lap. I picked up my iPhone and she immediately glared at me and in a more direct tone said ‘NO! Book! Book!’. I was just moving it out of the way!
So we went through the book and she was able to identify everything in the book aside from the picture of the house, which is a typical house one would find the suburb. Sorry, our house doesn’t look like that.
in the last couple weeks, norah’s speech has come over the peak and now you can have mini conversations with her, which are awesome. She was talking a little before and could clearly understand you, but it has just exploded lately and you can have back and forths without issue.
While there have been a few claimed sightings in the last week or 2, we feel safe saying as of today, Norah is officially crawling. She will crawl a few feet, sit back up, play with some toy, then go crawl some more. It is almost time to put the gates back up. We already had to lower her bed and she was pulling up on it.
While we are not 100% in agreement, it would seem that Da-Da (daddy) was norah’s first word, and that has been a few weeks now. She also says something that sounds like Ma-Ma. Obviously these words come out in reference to one of entering the room, playing with her, etc. She also says Uh-oh, which is also quite funny.
Today we cleaned out the turtle sandbox and bought 200lbs of sand. When I was a kid I remember buying sand by weight from a quarry that had a giant giant pile of sand, the kind created by the big conveyor belt. I could not find such a place around here so we settled with the bags from home depot.
So mason played in the sandbox and norah just had a good time being outside. Mason even played in the swing. Combine that with our trip to the Brookfield zoo last week and spring is officially here as far as we are concerned.
My high school BFF Norah of Sheriff Peanut fame had a birthday party last night. Since we are at that age, kids were invited early in the evening. We showed up little after 7pm with both kids in tow.
Mason doesn’t love dogs. I think he wants to like them, but they scare him. Norah has a medium size dog that is friendly, albeit scary to mason. (“I was scared of chewey so I went to the other room” -mason, the next day)
Combine that with the fact that we GOT to the party after his bedtime, and he didn’t last too long. By 8:30pm, mason was borderline crying and was falling asleep in the chair with mommy. By 8:50, he was all out crying. So we said good bye to everyone (mason was able to say goodbye and wish norah happy birthday while crying, which was kinda funny).
As soon as we walked out the door and hit the sidewalk walking to the car, Mason stopped crying and said “I had a good time”.
Norah was smiley and fine the entire time, but she had napped more during the day.