Nora's has new tricks. Neither of which I've been able capture on film. She resists being on display.
One is her Indian bobble-head motion. Only when she's sitting in her highchair will she suddenly shake her head from side to side really fast. And shoot a four-tooth grin.
Her other is the downward dog and somersault move. This she showed off for my mom and I today...later to Daniel on the back lawn. She gets into the yoga position, checks to make sure you're watching her, smiles, and then tries to roll over. Usually, just flopping to the side and trying to do it again, and again, and again. Daniel says he showed her this the other day. I suppose she might also watch me do downward dog each morning when we play.
I enjoy her spark. Her zest. Her grin. Her protests and squeals. Small moments of pure bliss, strung together in such brilliance, that it's becoming a blur of treasured gems.
No one could have ever adequately described motherhood to me. My heart filled with a zany amount of love, nails with poop, ears with gurgles and screams, fingers gripped tightly, pant legs pulled, my voice in song, holding my daughter for another whimsical dance about spiders, or monkeys, or dragons.
Here's my little toothy girl in all her Sunday glory...on our second wedding anniversary...7/10. Basking in our antics and music...and tickles.
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