I’m sitting at my desk working, and Norah climbs up into the rocking chair–no small feat.
Me: Wow, good job.
Norah: Super swell great.

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After our week in the Adirondacks, Norah had a terrible time sleeping. She had a hard time while we were on vacation–a combination of the big, dark, unfamiliar room; and the thunderstorm we had one night early in the week, loud and close, with the lighting flashing bright off the lake just outside our room; [...]

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I am amazed everyday at how Norah is growing. She’s not a baby anymore; she doesn’t look like a baby, she doesn’t act like one. She is a little girl. Starting to speak in sentences, to use a fork and spoon, to walk up and down the stairs instead of scootching. She can count to [...]

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Norah and Brian have invented a new game: Pond. It involves taking my old pink-and-green plaid comforter, the one from my college dorm, and spreading it out on the family room floor. That’s the pond. Then they throw a bunch of toys in (”Sploosh!”) and then jump in themselves (”Sploosh!”), belly flopping and doing the [...]

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Tonight Brian put Norah to bed, after having been in Vermont for the last three days. And after stories and prayers, he turned out the light, and she snuggled into his chest and said, “Miss Daddy.”

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