Spent a wonderful Memorial Day wandering around Four Corners with good friend Bill French, down for the day from Boston. Nora's starting her introduction to the greater Kabeyun community this week, with more visits on the horizon in advance of her first trip to New Hampshire.

... when you've got a hand???

This might qualify as one of those things we'll pay for later on down the line, as in orthodontia, but it's cute, so what the hey?

We've been delinquent/lazy about keeping up the picture posting. Living has gotten in the way of documenting. But all of a sudden, it would appear that she'll give you an honest-to-goodness smile if you do something as incredible as open your mouth really wide right in front of her face. Who wouldn't smile at that? So we thought, well, that's definitely worth noting in the grand scheme of development.

Let's see, what have we failed to commemorate on this here blog?

... She learned that while getting one shot is just kind of lousy, getting three in a span of four seconds is just really, truly terrible, though nothing to be pissy about for more than a day or so. We think we've been forgiven, at least until two months from now, when we do it all over again.

... When she stopped pooping for a day or so, we got so wound up and nervous and wished so hard that she'd poop again, that she now poops, on average, eight times a day or more. We learned to be careful what we wish for. There's more, but nothing more remarkable than that. We'll try and be better about making regular additions here from now on.

Finally, an answer to the age-old question: what's more likely to put you to sleep? Watching baseball, or watching golf? It's golf, in a landslide, even when it is the Masters. Lucky for Nora, she's got a couple of grandparents happy to come down for the day and hang, let her sleep on them, etc. Lucky for me, too.

And lucky for all of us, Mom came home before the bottles ran out. Bottles of milk, that is....