Norah has a pile of new words. Or rather, new pronunciations. It happened nearly overnight. Mama is Mommy. Coo-coo is cookie. Dada is Daddy. Peace is pleass (still working on that one). I already miss coo-coo. She even has a couple new sentences: "I need help" and "Bye-bye, Caw-caw [bird]."
And right now she's wearing a 2T top. Ok, it's a little big, but not that oversized.
And she hands me her nuk when she wants a drink of her milk before bedtime instead of just spitting it out willy-nilly.
And we went up to size 4 diapers.
And she's really starting to play pretend, to use her imagination. She doesn't just slam her Weebles together anymore. They have little Weeble relationships. There's a baby, a mommy, and a daddy. There's one chicken or duck character who scolds the baby for driving the motorcycle. And they say "Whee!" when they go down their Weeble slide.
And now she wants to spit when she brushes her teeth because that's what Mommy and Daddy do. Of course, she just spits indiscriminately, which is kind of gross.
It's all happening at lightening speed. It's so exciting... and terribly depressing...