Our busy bee has turned ten months old, today! She's still a non-stop mover, but has taken the time to start on some words: Cole, cup, quack ("kak"), ball and her favorite, baby (usually either ba-ba-bee or ba-bee-bee). She's pretty convinced that all books have babies in them and mama should just keep expanding the definition of baby until she finds something that fits. Young Yolanda Yorgensen? Sure, she's a baby.
If we weren't already convinced of impending toddlerhood, Norah's unending efforts to exert control over her world are a daily reminder. Diaper changes are a true battle zone and not being allowed to play inside the fridge can trigger a meltdown of epic proportions. Cole's food and water dishes are off-limits for playing but we have to have a refresher on that every morning. She's at that point where she's SO, SO mad at me, but yet her main source of comfort is also me, so despite her frustration she just wants me to pick her up and snuggle. It's pretty cute.
Month eleven, here we come!
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