Friday, February 22, 2013

It's Nora to you, Miss Kelso if you're nasty...


Our daughter is particular and the expanse of the concept is not entirely known even by us because we're shocked continually at the extent. Her pinky is alight when she reaches for her drinking glass. Water that dribbles from the condensation of her glass onto her shirt is grounds for a whimpering meltdown of abject horror and embarrassment and the exclamation of, "Oh no, mama! Oh no!" Highchairs and booster seats offered to us in restaurants offend her and any attempts to use them are an invitation to our daughter throwing herself on the ground in defiance of our totalitarian treatment of her. Pearls are preferred at breakfast along with the proper cutlery and dishware. And she will remind you, nay inform you, that she will be wearing (oh yes, as Jeebus as her witness) what she has chosen for that day. Any objection? That's fine, what she heard was a request for naked baby...










Meltdowns are ended by distracting her with tickles, chasing her, pretending to be a monster under the blanket, letting her peruse her closet and try on clothes, offering to read her a book, or (never has failed even during the midst of giving her medicine) offering to let her watch Bob's Burgers.

Her current prized possessions of fascination and love are the following in ranking and severity of outburst if removed/withheld from her for any reason:
- her purple bear hat (she will put it on herself - thank you very much!)
- her backpack (with babydolls smooshed inside)
- shoes (whichever pair she is in love with at the moment)
- gloves
- babydolls (yes, plural...one can never have enough babies)
- babydoll stroller

Our favorite moments of the past month:
- hugging both of our legs in unison when Jamie and I were hugging
- shutting the baby gate after herself with attitude when exiting the room
- offering trades to get the remote
- singing...love her singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star with gestures and dancing
- upstaging Kendra the librarian at storytime at the Vancouver Library (Nora turned to the crowd of children and began telling her own story since Kendra's was apparently boring)
- wiping snot on the cats when she was sick
- hugging the cats and trying to read them books and give them toys
- lecturing the cats and chasing them out of the room (one of my personal favorites)
- her awesome dance moves that include the Charleston, the Slide, and the spin-until-you-fall-down