she's a pro...

Obviously Nora's a professional at taking glamorous selfies of herself.  Work it girl.

And while we're on the topic, she's also a pro at:

*running away from me mid-diaper change, naked bum jiggling in all its glory - sometimes still half covered in poop.
{for some reason she never does this with Kurt.  It's like she thinks it hilarious to only torture me this way.}

*hiding all those little white balls from the Hungry Hungry Hippos game inside her shirt.  I usually don't notice until I pick her up and they fall out and roll everywhere.

*rearranging/deleting apps on my iPhone

*climbing

*Falling off whatever she climbs

*saying the "F" word.
(I know, it's awful, but it's clear as day!  I think we've figured out that she's saying either "sock" or "walk", but heaven help me if she ever shouts it out in public, because it's definitely loud and clear.)

*always, always, ALWAYS managing to end up covered from head to toe in whatever she is eating.

How about lets illustrate that last one with some pictures, shall we?

     

     



Yes, that is a can of powdered Ovaltine that was ever so kindly given to her by her eldest brother (without me knowing) along with a cup of milk.

I was out of the room for FIVE MINUTES when I heard the boys yell, "Ummmm….Mom?  You need to come see Nora!"

That's when I came back to this awesome mess of pure chocolate paste.

Thank heaven it was a Sunday so Kurt was home to bathe the little stinker while I scraped all the chocolate off the table.

And hey at least the mess smelled good.