Fashion Sense

Eleanor found this old bib while we were changing her crib sheet the other day. She then proceeded to wear it around the house all day. I drew the line at letting her wear it to the store. It really went well, in her opinion, with her owl hat.

Bandaids

You may have noticed band aids on Eleanor's face in a lot of photos recently. While it's true she is a klutz (she takes after Mommy on that one) she usually doesn't fall on her face. What she does like to do is rub every scratch or bite on her face or arm when she gets tired and sucks her thumb. If all else fails she'll just rub her nose. As much as I clip her nails there always seems to be one rough edge that gives her a sore. We try to cover them up with band aids so they will heal. Then she rubs around the band aids and get sores there. It's become a long-term war.

Nora's New Class

Nora's cooking and tumbling classes have ended and we signed her up for a new class. I can't remember the name of it, but it suits her to a tee. She gets to play with noise makers, run around a large room lined with mirrors and dance to music. But I think her favorite part is that it's on Wednesdays, when Daddy doesn't work, so we both get to go and watch her.

Pictures?

You may have noticed a lack of pictures on the blog lately. There are two reasons for this. One, putting pictures on blogger is a pain in the you know what. You can upload them in order you want and theoretically move them around the post to where you want them. But that is a big hit and miss thing. Lately I will have spend a bunch of time putting pictures on, writing the post and trying to move the pictures into the right order with no luck. Then I get mad and just delete the whole thing. It's a big pain.

Second, Nora is now two and always on the go. She talks all day long and if she can't think of anything to say she will hum. She runs around the house all day playing mommy to her babies and playing store with the books on the bookcase and her play money. She needs books read to her and things taken off shelves and toys played with. By the time she taking her nap the last thing I have energy for is fighting blogger to put pictures on the blog.

Who?

Eleanor and I went last night to pick Matt up from the airport. After circling the terminal three times I finally heard from Matt that they had landed late. This worked for me, since I needed to change Eleanor's diaper. I told her about the change of plans to which she announced:

"Jessica can't find daddy!"

A Vote of Confidence

I'm making Eleanor's Halloween costume again this year. Since I got a new sewing machine for my birthday it's a lot more involved than last year's no sew lady bug. Eleanor is going to be Little Red Riding Hood. I'm making it using this pattern. It has some cheats in it because it's just a Halloween costume, so you don't want to look to closely at it. And I'm pretty much done. I just need to hem the dress and fix the ties on the cape.

For the last two weeks Eleanor would tell me I need to finish "Riding Hood" every time she say a Halloween related anything on TV. But ever since I tried the whole thing on her, including the messed up cape and un-hemmed dress, she doesn't shout that any more. Now she tells us all just how much confidence she has in my sewing skills by shouting:

"Mommy can't fix Riding Hood!"

And the really embarrassing part is that I never told her it needed fixing. She could tell just by looking at it. Yikes! A two year old thinks my sewing is bad!

Last Night

I overheard this from the hall last night just a few minutes after we put Nora down for the night:
Nora: DADDYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Matt: What? What's wrong?
Nora: I took off my pants.
Matt: What? Why did you do that?
Nora: I want new ones.