A Couple of Nora Stories . . .

1. How to know when Nora has spent the day alone with her dear old Dad:

Lying in bed Wednesday night, I was tickling Nora and picking at her.

She, in a very serious voice said, “Mom, if you don’t stop, I’m going to fart at you.”

Ok. Maybe that’s not appropriate to report in blog land, but it is my life. I should always question what Keith and Nora will be doing when he has a day off with her. I need to make sure they are active in some way with little time to converse. Maybe then she will stick to the innocence of ‘fluffing’ and not the harsher references my husband teaches her.

2. Where, oh, where has Grandpa’s hair gone??

Tonight, we had some candles burning on the bar in the kitchen. Nora climbed up in a barstool and leaned over them. Here’s the ensuing conversation:

Nora: “Ooh, that’s fiery.”

Keith: “Be careful and don’t get your hair near them. It’ll burn it off and you’ll look like Paw.”

Nora: “Dad is that what happened to Paw. Did he get caught in a fire?”

For those of you who do not know my father-in-law, he has been mostly bald since his twenties.

I guess I am lucky that the conversation ended in innocence. I’m sure at some point in her life Nora will hear the story of Dad, his buddies, a lighter, let’s just say a little natural gas and a not so fun way to learn the pain fire can cause.

I’ll spare you all the details and pray my little girl avoids the lighter.

It's a Jungle Out There - Or In Here . . .

Ok. So I'm really behind on posting. There's a couple of new ones now, so read on. Anyway, my little angel decided to only wear her Halloween costume on the day we got it in the mail. I think one of the girls from our youth group got her to put it on for about 2 minutes on Halloween night, but not for anyone else to see.

Here's our little giraffe. The only costume that she insisted on since we began asking her what she wanted to be. I have to say, it was absolutely, too cute. But I am biased. Too bad the rest of the world didn't get to see her Trick-or-Treat in it!!

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Nora Faith!

As I look at this picture, I look to the future. I look to the day that my beautiful baby girl weds the man of her dreams.

I then think of the reception with all the food, fellowship, and that sentimental video playing of pictures from her childhood. Ah, the tears of joy and sadness that will come as memory after memory is flashed on the big screen.

And then this picture will appear.

And the tears will become the result of the laughter surrounding this photograph as I retell the story of the day at Burt’s Pumpkin Farm in Dawsonville, Georgia. I’ll recall what a germophobe I was and how I made my sweet little girl wear a pull-up that day so she wouldn’t have to use a Port-a-Potty.

And as we walked among the huge pumpkins and selected one of our own, I will tell how we noticed Nora was hiding among the biggest. I thought that it was a great photo-op. However, my little girl looked up at me as I snapped picture after picture and sweetly said, “Mom, why are you taking pictures of me pooping?”

Yes. The Great Pumpkin Poopfest. What fond memories I will be able to share as Nora not-so-proudly listens on.



It is so great to be a parent. He! He!!