I think it's time for a more lighthearted update, which means baby talk!
Nic weighed Norah and determined she's about 20 pounds. "After 6, straight to the hips" apparently doesn't concern her at all, because she's definitely sustaining her rotund figure by still insisting on eating twice a night. Do I just give up hope on ever getting a full night's sleep? She's just so darned adorable, it's hard to stay mad.
She still has just two teeth, although judging by the amount of yelling at me she's done in the past few days, I'm thinking we're going to see a few more here soon. And if she's not teething, we're really going to have to sit down and have a rational discussion about her tone of voice. Girl can get angry.
She also wants to do nothing but walk, even though she still requires assistance. That means there is a lot of bending over while she holds on to your fingers and flings herself around the room like she's in a giant pinball machine.
Oh, and I also wish that all fat rolls could be as adorable as hers.