where’s the bear?

She’s right here of course! I bet you’re all wondering what she’s been up to. Well, here’s a quick little update before I post for the first time about being preggo with number two…

Norah is awesome. Need I say more? Just kidding, don’t you worry, I’ll feed you baby birds. Norah is 17.5 months old, which is kind of, sort of unbelievable. Our baby bear will be a full year and a half in about two weeks! She is such a little person now, it constantly blows our minds. She talks. A lot. And her little voice is heart-meltingly (yes that’s an adverb) sweet and adorable, even when she’s not really saying actual words, or at least words that anyone can understand except her. She does say loads of actual words, though. More and more every day and she tries to repeat most anything we say (danger zone!), of course some things are more difficult and wind up sounding nothing like the actual word. She started saying a few things pretty early on (maybe 11 months? I’m a bad mom and didn’t write it down) like ball and baby. At a year, and for a few months after, she gradually picked up new words here and there, but man in the past couple months her vocabulary has really taken off. There are a few little oddball things that she’s coined and stuck with like “mimi” for monkey, and for some reason that we’ve yet to figure out she refers to chairs as something that sounds like toast or toes. The first time she did that was at my office. She kept pointing toward the conference table and saying “tows/toes/toast.” I was like, um, are you hungry? Do you want to put your feet on the table? But then that same day we got home and she pointed at the little chair at her toddler table and said it again. Then later, we were looking at her book of words and we got to the chair picture and she said it once more. I’m clueless. But hey! There’s something to be said for consistency. The absolute cutest thing she has just started saying? Santa. We pointed Santa out for the first time when we spotted the inflatable version of him on the roof at Lowe’s. She picked it up right away and now says it without fail whenever a Santa comes in sight, in any shape or form. It is so. Freaking. Cute.

Speaking of Santa, the other night, at Pete’s super suggestion, we went for a post-dinner walk (the temps here have been absurdly high for this time of year) and took a route that would lead us past the most garishly decorated houses. Until this year, I’d held a firm belief that gaudy, inflatable, holiday lawn decor served no purpose other than to provide excellent fodder for mockery and judgment. Now that I have a toddler, I accept that I was wrong. From several houses down, as we approached the first stop on our parade of spectacles, Norah started kicking her feet and bouncing up and down in her stroller. As we pulled up to the house, she began enthusiastically clapping and exclaiming things like “ohhhh!” and “yay!” and of course “SANTA!” There was no denying it. This was the highlight of her day, hell her week. And it made us pretty much giddy to see her so excited. From this day forward, I will allow that gaudy, inflatable, holiday lawn decor is useful. Don’t expect to see that shit in my yard though.

Anyhoo, we’re less than 48 hours away from Christmas morning and we can’t wait to experience our first Christmas with the bear where she has at least a teeny tiny bit of understanding of the excitement. Of course there will be pictures and stories to follow. Oh, and I’ve been absolutely terrible about taking pictures lately, so I decided to post a slideshow of what we should probably call outtakes from the first year or so of Norah’s life. You know, funny faces, bad hair days, frighteningly terrible shots. I’m sure her adult self will enjoy these thoroughly.

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