Happy New Year

It's been so long, I'm not even sure where to start. How about some end-of-the-year Norah highlights from December?

Norah's first Christmas pageant
Colossal fail. She was sick and couldn't go. I am not exaggerating when I say I was devastated. She did, however, regale us with her rendition of Jingle Bells while dancing in the kitchen in her monkey pajamas.

Christmas Eve
She was still sick, and that made her a little sensitive. There was some drama until she got to tear into the five thousand, four hundred thirty-two gifts from my family. Then she was pleased. She also opened others' gifts and chanted "Rip it. Rip it. Rip it" because they clearly needed some encouragement.

Christmas Morning
The GeoTrax was a HUGE hit. She hugged it after a while. She loves playing "Choo choo" and also pretending to be the choo choo. When she hits the tunnel though, she throws up her arms and says, "Too big!"

Christmas Evening
Our first time hosting. Ryan's mom, and of course the small annoying dog, joined us for homemade pizza a la Ryan and more spoiling of Norah. She got loud musical instruments which she loves. Yay.

Norah turns 2
My tiny little baby turned two amidst all this holiday business. She got to wear a crown at daycare and was very pleased with herself. Her aunt and grandparents continued with the lavish gift giving as if I don't live in a 920 square foot residence. Note: when balloons start to droop, some two-year-olds freak out and think they're broken, crying, kicking them and screaming "No working! No working!" This is not fun.

New Year's Eve
We went to a friend's house and Norah got to party with her bff, Samantha, aka, Minta. After a giant chocolate cupcake, the chugging of apple juice, and some wild jumping with Minta on her bed, Norah barfed all over. Yep, on Samantha's bed. Wonderful. I guess it ain't New Year's until someone vomits. But it used to be us and from shots. This year we were home by 9:30. Pretty late for the short one! But it was fun. She wailed when we had to leave (She desperately loves my friend, Sara) but Sara's husband cheered her up on the way out and she was chatty and wired on the way home. We pulled in the driveway and she said, "No home! Party!" That's my girl!