Nora has decided to accomplish everything in a week. No joke.
She’s officially crawling, ie. I cannot leave her alone for a second, baby gate is up, outlets are plugged and mama is freaking out.
She’s cut a tooth; and none too happy about it.
She’s discovered that the sippy cup she’s been gnawing on actually has something to drink in it.
She can turn the page while reading of you prompt her.
I mean, she’s practically walking, riding a bike, going to school and moving out. Waaaaaa!!! (That’s me, not her)