<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:18:03.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff About Us</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just my form of journalling to record some memorable things in our family, mostly things about our kids I'm sure!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-6107745412956613379</id><published>2010-12-01T17:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:44:59.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed!</title><content type='html'>We bought Jack a "big boy bed" the other day!  He's really taken to the Cars characters and Lightening McQueen so we got a toddler bed with those guys on it.  We're not in any way forcing him to sleep in it yet if he doesn't want to cause he still really likes his crib.  The first day he napped in it and it was just like he was in his crib.  But since then, whenever given the choice, he chooses to sleep in his crib.  And since Norah never got a "fun" toddler bed, we bought her a princess pink bed tent type thing now.  She loves it - I don't blame her - it looks so cozy!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545857255145185202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/TPbXylPzn7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/63toBkwkGQg/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545857245462433522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/TPbXyBLQjvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qxbJDRG60NU/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545857262894051298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/TPbXzCHR7-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FWEZkWpqlQs/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545857268227943602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/TPbXzV--rLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_ARFdgEtdPo/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-6107745412956613379?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6107745412956613379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=6107745412956613379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6107745412956613379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6107745412956613379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/TPbXylPzn7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/63toBkwkGQg/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-7361654724224409301</id><published>2010-12-01T17:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:14:32.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally posting again after 6 months. Because I love this story so much I don't want to forget it. I was working in the kitchen and Norah was working at her "craft" table. All of a sudden I hear "mommy, look at the Christmas tree". So I went and looked and this is what I found.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545855105210788130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/TPbV1cHgKSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ahFj-BKxjmI/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She wrote that all on her own and put a "stamp" on the corner. And this is what was inside!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545855424751454050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/TPbWICf7x2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/z1KA4XpTOdk/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;I know I'm bragging, but I'm still in shock that she drew this freehand and colored it!  She wasn't even looking off another picture to draw this!  Don't know who she gets her artistic side from but it's so neat to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-7361654724224409301?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7361654724224409301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=7361654724224409301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7361654724224409301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7361654724224409301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2010/12/bragging.html' title='Bragging!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/TPbV1cHgKSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ahFj-BKxjmI/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-3482485988327839050</id><published>2010-06-18T14:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:58:32.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Norah Quotes</title><content type='html'>A couple of cute things Norah said today that I wanted to record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was changing Jack's diaper this morning, she said "I wish I was a boy so I had that wiggly thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this afternoon she said "I wish I was a baby so I could have a soother."  So I said "if you had a soother would you have a nap in your bed?".  To which she replied "Yes, for a long time.  I'm very serious."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-3482485988327839050?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3482485988327839050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=3482485988327839050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3482485988327839050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3482485988327839050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2010/06/norah-quotes.html' title='Norah Quotes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-3990311289425298794</id><published>2010-03-26T08:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:16:46.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't get enough of watching babies (and kids in general) sleep! Here's how Jack usually sleeps - or when I see him at least! With his bum in the air, his ankles crossed and his hands tucked underneath him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yzfT9ew8I/AAAAAAAAALk/Y60qAh5RNAQ/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452930599354287042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yzfT9ew8I/AAAAAAAAALk/Y60qAh5RNAQ/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-3990311289425298794?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3990311289425298794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=3990311289425298794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3990311289425298794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3990311289425298794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleeping-baby.html' title='Sleeping Baby'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yzfT9ew8I/AAAAAAAAALk/Y60qAh5RNAQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-1426042733427318231</id><published>2010-03-26T08:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:14:27.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Childrens Museum</title><content type='html'>We bought a 6 month pass for the Manitoba Childrens Museum and we've gone twice.  There's lots for the kids to do and play with.  This time when we went I remembered the camera but only remembered to take a few pictures.  We brought a "picnic lunch" which is always a thrill for Norah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah likes getting her face painted there.  She wanted to be a doggie - surprise, surprise!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yx9wpoOGI/AAAAAAAAALc/5pLuBA6Z00I/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452928923428468834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yx9wpoOGI/AAAAAAAAALc/5pLuBA6Z00I/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yx8awftUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j3HTqCgnQug/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452928900371821890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yx8awftUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j3HTqCgnQug/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yx9qp5lZI/AAAAAAAAALU/qUzOd13UbxI/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452928921818994066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yx9qp5lZI/AAAAAAAAALU/qUzOd13UbxI/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yx9C1AIjI/AAAAAAAAALM/-zpvIWdOEtQ/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452928911128142386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yx9C1AIjI/AAAAAAAAALM/-zpvIWdOEtQ/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yx8lZaxmI/AAAAAAAAALE/4eQFpPXWnWg/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452928903227819618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yx8lZaxmI/AAAAAAAAALE/4eQFpPXWnWg/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-1426042733427318231?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1426042733427318231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=1426042733427318231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1426042733427318231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1426042733427318231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/childrens-museum.html' title='Childrens Museum'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6yx9wpoOGI/AAAAAAAAALc/5pLuBA6Z00I/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-5022784801785330829</id><published>2010-03-23T07:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T07:34:45.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Stuff!</title><content type='html'>One cute story about each kid before I forget them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we were awakened at 2:15 by shattering  glass and the power going out at the same time.  Norah was immediately calling me for and her room was pitch black.  So I got her up and she, Nate and I went first to see if we could find a working flashlight and then to check out the entire house to see what happened.  Norah was so traumatized she was shaking.  She looked down at herself and said "i'm wiggling".  Then when we had finally figured it all out and the power was back on, she said "but I'm still wiggling".  Was quite cute how she thought all over body shaking was wiggling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jack has started to love watching Winnie the Pooh.  This morning I was up with him and all of a sudden he's doing what they're doing on the show, saying "kno knock" and making a knocking motion with his hand.  I was floored that he picked up on that and was doing it with a huge smile on his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-5022784801785330829?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5022784801785330829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=5022784801785330829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/5022784801785330829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/5022784801785330829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/cute-stuff.html' title='Cute Stuff!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-4595116894119671610</id><published>2010-03-20T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:41:50.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooh, 'Mo and others</title><content type='html'>Up till a few weeks ago, Jack wasn't into any little characters.  Then suddenly we realized he really liked Winnie the Pooh.  We've had that show on a few times but not that much as it's not Norah's favorite.  Now when we ask him if he wants to watch a show he usually points at the TV and says "Pooh".  And it's so cute, he recognizes Pooh on books or wherever.  And recognizes more characters, too which is surprising to me.  Yesterday in the store, we saw an Elmo and he said "'Mo."  He loves to watch TV and he can sit quietly watching his show and playing with his cars.  Guess he comes by the TV watching skills honestly in this house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-4595116894119671610?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4595116894119671610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=4595116894119671610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4595116894119671610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4595116894119671610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/pooh-mo-and-others.html' title='Pooh, &apos;Mo and others'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-8177041989594202753</id><published>2010-03-19T13:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:55:18.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Norah loves playing make belief and role playing. We've been debating what to get her for her birthday cause she doesn't often just play with toys. Today she was pretending again that she was on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PH_AZOvpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/z2Xht0P3GEc/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450419859299942034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PH_AZOvpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/z2Xht0P3GEc/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also loves to play "doggie" and "doggie hospital" based on a movie she got for Christmas. Here she is as a doggie in her doggie cage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PIY6v2LuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sqNZFlIrnNY/s1600-h/137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450420304460787426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PIY6v2LuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sqNZFlIrnNY/s320/137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-8177041989594202753?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8177041989594202753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=8177041989594202753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/8177041989594202753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/8177041989594202753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-believe.html' title='Make Believe'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PH_AZOvpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/z2Xht0P3GEc/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-7306959663446758502</id><published>2010-03-19T13:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:51:34.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Whiff of Potty Training</title><content type='html'>I am no where near even thinking about potty training Jack. But I guess second child sees older kid doing it...and lately older kid has been pulling her pants down outside to pee again...and he sees it. So today he kept reaching at his pants saying "pee pee". So finally I took him to the toilet to sit on it and he wanted nothing to do with that. So I got out the little potty and he was quite excited about it. I stripped his pants and diaper off and he kept sitting down saying "pee pee". Then after a few seconds, he'd say "done" and get up. But he didn't want his diaper back on. He did this over and over and over. I wondered if he would eventually maybe pee for real. He didn't but it was cute to see him on Norah's little pink potty anyway!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PHNlitlaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oitqtZrtc8A/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450419010278364578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PHNlitlaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oitqtZrtc8A/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PHOa8gxLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/x-xw0XU6YzU/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450419024613655730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PHOa8gxLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/x-xw0XU6YzU/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PHN27t0II/AAAAAAAAAKc/Mi00Rh11V-s/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450419014946640002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PHN27t0II/AAAAAAAAAKc/Mi00Rh11V-s/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-7306959663446758502?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7306959663446758502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=7306959663446758502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7306959663446758502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7306959663446758502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-whiff-of-potty-training.html' title='First Whiff of Potty Training'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PHNlitlaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oitqtZrtc8A/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-4245965544868522533</id><published>2010-03-19T13:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:46:15.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Entertainer?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jack has lately come up with a new thing. He gets out my swiffer and pretends it's his mic. Then he sings. It's so cute. I finally captured a small amount on video today. Hope you enjoy! I'll include a picture, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450417775127027106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PGFsPr3aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/BRQV90H7lWc/s320/044.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b7e05619790d081" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b7e05619790d081%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331697795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26FB56157A08713B84DC18A859CE9DD789CB362A.4D9A9B9AE44E0187543491E9EC0195C750884B4C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b7e05619790d081%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOCWDPoX3HnC5HMFNvOD_6nMy7DI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b7e05619790d081%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331697795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26FB56157A08713B84DC18A859CE9DD789CB362A.4D9A9B9AE44E0187543491E9EC0195C750884B4C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b7e05619790d081%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOCWDPoX3HnC5HMFNvOD_6nMy7DI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-4245965544868522533?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4245965544868522533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=4245965544868522533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4245965544868522533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4245965544868522533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/future-entertainer.html' title='Future Entertainer?!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PGFsPr3aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/BRQV90H7lWc/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-1190785700201293015</id><published>2010-03-19T13:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:40:05.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging!</title><content type='html'>I had just typed out my opening paragraph and then lost it.  So we'll see if I can remember what I all wrote!  It's been such a long time since I blogged!  I don't think I'll even try to catch up but rather just start again now and hope to keep up with it a bit more regularly.  Today I was marvelling at how different my life is now than a year ago.  And how much more I'm loving life now!  When I started this blog after Jack was born, it was an outlet for me to force myself to think of the positive things in my life with my kids and record them.  Now my mindspace is so different that it just amazes me.  Today I feel almost at a loss for words to describe my feelings about life now.  No, the days are by no means all dandy and rosy...but just so much DIFFERENT and more FUN than they were a year ago.  I'm loving the spring weather we got this week where the kids could go and play outside.  I'm loving Jack's stage and how he and Norah can play together now and have fun together.  I'm amazed again at language development and how Jack's vocabulary is changing daily.  It's always a bit sad when their "baby words" become correctly pronounced words!  Just last week Jack was saying "boops" for boots and now he says it right.  Some other highlights of his vocabulary are "baa" for sheep, "marmar" for marshmallows, "ack" for snack, "gack" for Jack.    This reminds me of a funny little story.  A little while ago, he was trying to get into the "marmar" cupboard which he knows he's not supposed to be in.  He looked at me and said "gaaa-ck, gaaaa-ck".  like he knew what i was going to say when I saw him get in there!  So cute that little guy is!  And so snuggly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally feel like I've started taking more pictures of the kids, too.  Hadn't much in the winter it seemed like.  So here's just a random sampling of some recent pictures  of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCjTspUnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/R4l-JXtw_Gs/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450413885887173234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCjTspUnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/R4l-JXtw_Gs/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCivSBGoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KOGkMfDwZ_Y/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450413876111809154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCivSBGoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KOGkMfDwZ_Y/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCicy3rMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KI7tgZZ0Qwg/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450413871149329602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCicy3rMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KI7tgZZ0Qwg/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PChzbxrwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o2Rt3ZvKnjQ/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450413860046614274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PChzbxrwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o2Rt3ZvKnjQ/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PChU-jSTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ami4dKZFYnk/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450413851870972210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PChU-jSTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ami4dKZFYnk/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCCGfssZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zdIqByLDG0Y/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450413315407524242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCCGfssZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zdIqByLDG0Y/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCBux9CkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NgJRZyHx9tg/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450413309041642050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCBux9CkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NgJRZyHx9tg/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCBf-morI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DGLtqC3b1hU/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450413305068167858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCBf-morI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DGLtqC3b1hU/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCA_Jun6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LjlDjR6xSFk/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450413296256458658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCA_Jun6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LjlDjR6xSFk/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PB_9l8UaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZrhT_jkUNEs/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450413278658056610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PB_9l8UaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZrhT_jkUNEs/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-1190785700201293015?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1190785700201293015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=1190785700201293015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1190785700201293015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1190785700201293015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/S6PCjTspUnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/R4l-JXtw_Gs/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-4132261955121292421</id><published>2009-09-20T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:08:16.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's words</title><content type='html'>Jack is just starting to say some understandable words (well, i can get them, i'm sure others couldn't!).  But I LOVE this stage so much.  He's just learning and exploring and starting to turn from a little baby into a little toddler.  He's getting into so much now and has such a michevious little smile and glint in his eye.  It's so hard to get mad at him though cause of where he's come from and he's so cute!  He loves to dance.  You just say the word and he starts bopping with his hair bobbing along, too.  And he likes to stand up at the TV and press all kinds of buttons he's not supposed to.  And when we say "no", of course he gets that little smile and does it all the more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to his words.  So "uh-oh" is understandable.  But now he's saying "boon" for balloon (apparently he's not over his obsession with those) and "puppa" for his little puppy.  And he's gets stuff now, too.  He was in the kitchen and I asked if he wanted to go have a bath and he right away started crawling to the stairs, up the stairs and to the bathroom.  I just find it to be such a neat age where this stuff is coming together in their little minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask him where his head is and he pats the top of his head.  That's the only body part he knows so far...Norah's working on teaching him more!  Aside from actually walking, I'd say he's mostly caught up with his gross motor skills.  He's just started walking along furniture now and walked around the whole coffee table to get his puppy today instead of getting down and crawling.  He also can stand up on his own in the middle of the room and he always claps for himself when he does it...guess we inspired that since we clapped for him when he first started doing it so he thought he'd copy.  And I love that he's mastered the stairs going down now.  I still like to keep my eye out but the last couple of weeks he learned that and it's so nice.  Also nice that we never had to gate the stairs in our house.  Amazing since we have so many flights of them.  He took one fall down the stairs when he first became mobile and ever since then he'd stop at the top of the stairs and dangle his legs over the edge but not attempt them again.  Oh, and he loves throwing things down the stairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were just going to go for a walk and when we passed by the park, he threw a fit when we weren't going to stop.  So we  changed our plans...the park it was.  He loves crawling up and around on the play structure and going down the slides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he's finally got some teeth!  6 now to be exact.  We saw him with no upper teeth for so long that i'm still getting used to his new look with teeth up top.  i'm sure some others will be close behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just wanted to record some stuff about Jack since i've realized i'm not writing as much in his baby book as i did norah and i don't want to forget these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a bright kid!  As much as I love this age, in a way i'm kinda sad that the baby stage is passing.  In other ways, however, I'm very much glad that stage is getting more and more behind us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's got a great arm....man, can that boy throw!  Especially his food - halfway across the kitchen.  This is one of his not so fun new tricks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-4132261955121292421?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4132261955121292421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=4132261955121292421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4132261955121292421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4132261955121292421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2009/09/jacks-words.html' title='Jack&apos;s words'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-711708317574679171</id><published>2009-08-01T22:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:09:13.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plett Family Weekend Pics</title><content type='html'>Some pictures from our family weekend at Elkhorn.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365197935763406226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnUDGLbWPZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WOTQyHcJ5Xo/s320/DSC05041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnUDF2iU6uI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yD1arCC6AH8/s1600-h/DSC05031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365197930155535074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnUDF2iU6uI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yD1arCC6AH8/s320/DSC05031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnUDFo09qoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SMnLiffcTEo/s1600-h/DSC05029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365197926475606658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnUDFo09qoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SMnLiffcTEo/s320/DSC05029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnUDFC02lfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zWYOhAwDIWs/s1600-h/DSC05022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365197916274595314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnUDFC02lfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zWYOhAwDIWs/s320/DSC05022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-711708317574679171?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/711708317574679171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=711708317574679171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/711708317574679171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/711708317574679171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2009/08/plett-family-weekend-pics.html' title='Plett Family Weekend Pics'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnUDGLbWPZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WOTQyHcJ5Xo/s72-c/DSC05041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-6795129848471335062</id><published>2009-08-01T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:06:21.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, despite not having super great weather so far this summer, I've been really enjoying it and feeling like we've got lots of "summer" things on the go finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out the season with a week of holidays at Nate's parents place in Milton, ON. We spent about half our time up at their cottage on Georgian Bay which was great. Some highlights included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;going for seadoo rides - Norah LOVED it and wanted to keep going faster and faster!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a ride on Nanna and Poppa's boat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing on the beach &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;swimming with Uncle Jordan and Auntie Jolene and Cohen at their family's pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also got to see and spend time with some great friends that we still keep in touch with from when we lived out there 5 years ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365192224386476114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnT95u4-aFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/82foZkqTFRw/s320/DSC04971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191633224788754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnT9XUpC6xI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QQDTC5emiqI/s320/DSC04983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191631358427762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnT9XNsEgnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-q8iskJeVK4/s320/DSC04950.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191619621471922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnT9Wh9wxrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lRVx5nDIIVQ/s320/DSC04881.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191602412338514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnT9Vh2yPVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AfwreehX_Rk/s320/DSC04867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then in July we spent a long weekend up at Elkhorn Resort at Clear Lake with my family. Had a great weekend and had good weather both Saturday and Sunday. The men enjoyed some golf and we had some fun beach time, pool time, visiting, games and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'll post pictures in a separate entry cause this program is making me crazy with trying to put them in here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've also enjoyed a bit of pool time in the backyard, trips to the park and the wading pool, BBQ's with friends, walks, bike rides and scooter rides, playing in the backyard, drawing with sidewalk chalk on the driveway, eating popsicles and ice cream and so many more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191601264690978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnT9VdlKhyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/laJal57CQ-s/s320/DSC04812.JPG" /&gt; We're still looking forward to warm weather hopefully!  And looking forward to having some friends come visit next week, a family camping trip (where we won't actually sleep over, just participate in the daytime fun!), a few days of "holidays" for myself and the kids at my parents and hopefully enjoy another visit from grandma in the city.  We'll see if I get another post in before fall about those events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-6795129848471335062?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6795129848471335062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=6795129848471335062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6795129848471335062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6795129848471335062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-so-far.html' title='Summer So Far'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnT95u4-aFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/82foZkqTFRw/s72-c/DSC04971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-3890324265978281400</id><published>2009-08-01T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:39:46.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's Outbreak</title><content type='html'>Jack has had ezcema almost from birth but in the last couple of weeks he has experienced a breakout like we've never seen.  It started with a small patch on the outside of his ankle which we thought was looking real raw and even oozing.  That spread and suddenly he had patches all over his ankles and feet and on his fingers, too.  Here's what ended up being the worst of it all - his thumb.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365189034961878338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnT7AFW5PUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rZX4B9IAt7I/s320/DSC05077.JPG" /&gt;Thankfully it turned out he had a followup appointment with the dermatologist right when this was going on and he said it was infected and put him on antibiotics.  Since then it is much better.  The pussing and oozing is done now and he's left with some sores still that are drying up and coming off.  But it's amazing to me how he's as happy as he is with the issues that he's had to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's learned to crawl on all fours and can get around quite fast, his new favorite activity is pushing around little cars.  He'll sit down and put a Little Person on it it, then lift his leg and push the car under his leg.  Then he starts chasing it.  He'll push it, crawl after it, push it, crawl after it...and so on.  It's so cute to watch him take interest in these different things when for so long all he could be interested in was whatever we put in front of him to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is progressing physically but slowly still.  Now at 15 months he's able to finally crawl, and pull himself up on stuff.  He's still quite wobbly when he stands for any length of time and needs to sit.  He's learning how to crawl up stairs and waves good bye and claps and imitates us (today he was making kissing noises after I made them!).  We celebrate every milestone with him almost more I think and love seeing the progress he's making!  Now if only he'd start making progress like that on the scales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-3890324265978281400?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3890324265978281400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=3890324265978281400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3890324265978281400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3890324265978281400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2009/08/jacks-outbreak.html' title='Jack&apos;s Outbreak'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnT7AFW5PUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rZX4B9IAt7I/s72-c/DSC05077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-114611822483238295</id><published>2009-08-01T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:31:45.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, we FINALLY did it!! Took us till she was 3 years and 4 months old but we finally took Norah's soother away! It was like apart of her and we've talked since before she turned 3 about needing to take it away. But I think we were both too chicken to do it and it was kind of sad for me. As much as it annoyed and embarrassed me that she still had it, it was also cute that it was such a vital part of her sleep routine. And in the end it happened kind of abruptly. We were on a 3 hour drive to Elkhorn for a family weekend and Norah had her soother as we were hoping she'd nap in the car (she didn't). Anyway, she told us the soother had a hole in it. And I figured there was no way I was buying her another one (she did have a backup one but I didn't want to think or mention that one). So Nate and I decided then and there that we'd let her have the soother till we got home after the weekend and then that would be it. And I found a used pink scooter online to buy for her "trade" or "reward" (she had been talking for awhile about how she wanted a pink scooter). Tuesday afternoon came and I let her have the soother for resting time and when that was over, I said she could throw it in the garbage or I would. So shse doddled for awhile and really didn't want to get rid of it. Finally she took it over to her craft table and decided to "craft" with it. She cut it with her scissors a few times, wrote on it with markers, then wrapped it up securely in painters tape and threw it in the garbage. At bedtime she did mention it and called me back up and sheepishly said to me "I DO still want my soother." But she made it through and had a not bad night considering. The next day was worse and she was so tired that she did end up crying for her soother at bedtime. And the next morning the first thing she said to me was "maybe there's another soother. maybe I can have the yellow one." (which was the backup one). So i promptly took all backups to work with me that day and threw them out there so she wouldn't find them at home somehow. That day after I picked her up at daycare and we pulled up in the driveway at home she said, "maybe the garbage man will fix my soother and bring it back." But that's about it with the soother. There have been a few comments here or there about it but overall, the transition went MUCH smoother than I anticipated. And her sleeping is definitely no worse without it - in fact I'd almost say it's been better (however, now i'm sure I'll be up with her for a few hours tonight!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was the last sign it felt like to me that my baby is no longer a baby. She's gone through the 3 transitions that seemed so big in my mind only a year ago - she's in her big bed all the time, she's potty trained and she no longer has her soother. So happy about it all, but a bit sad, too at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of Norah with her new little scooter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365188290622829730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnT6UweotKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZFwRCDhccGk/s320/DSC05057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-114611822483238295?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/114611822483238295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=114611822483238295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/114611822483238295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/114611822483238295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2009/08/soother.html' title='Soother'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SnT6UweotKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZFwRCDhccGk/s72-c/DSC05057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-1868394157277066744</id><published>2009-05-25T19:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:47:58.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been so long since I blogged that it almost feels overwhelming which has then made me wait even longer! So now I won't even try to catch up but just record some of the recent things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning it was pouring rain out.  We were standing at the front window waving good bye to daddy and norah said "i want to go outside and jump in the puddles".  My first reaction is no, it's pouring rain, we're not playing outside.  Especially cause I'm not one to want to be outside when there's inclement weather!  But then I gave it a second thought and realized for her, that would just be such a fun thing to do.  So she got her rain gear on and out she went (I opened the garage door and sat under shelter for the most part!).  And she had so much fun jumping in the puddles, riding her bike, and just playing out in the rain.  She saw one of those big long earthworms (or whatever the kind is that comes out with the rain) and called me over to see the "snake".  She was very fascinated with it and said "I think it's going to be my pet.  I like pets."  And she got an umbrella a few weeks ago at a garage sale and loves it.  So of course she had to have her umbrella out there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's doing so great on her bike, too.  She can pedal the bike with training wheels pretty much on her own - she needs help getting started but is doing  great with being able to pedal and steer at the same time, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339924695185779922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/Shs5N9fibNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fGfbXR2l2g8/s320/DSC04534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339924697266587474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/Shs5OFPpB1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/YbXrfmIWDgU/s320/DSC04540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/Shs5Odan7SI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gGOgVAA1XWo/s1600-h/DSC04542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339924703755103522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/Shs5Odan7SI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gGOgVAA1XWo/s320/DSC04542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On another note, I know my last post was called Potty Trained.  However, likely a day or two after writing that, it became a false alarm.   She "untrained" herself so we left it and attempted a couple more times before last week when we realy went at it again.  And in a week and a half she's basically day and night trained!  It's gone so well - we're soooo proud of her and how she's doing.  We had three accident free days and two dry nights in a row.  Excited about how she seemed excited about the process so we just went with it last Saturday and have said good bye to pullups now i think! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah has been saying some really cute things lately and I wish I had written them down when she said them cause of course now I won't be able to remember them all.  The only one that comes to mind right now is "You're the best mom"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Jack....!  What a cutie he is, too!  As important as Norah's bunny is to her, Jack's puppy is becoming that important.  Sometimes he'll be sitting on the floor, put his soother in his mouth, hug his puppy and just rock back and forth.  Or if he's lying on the floor, he'll tuck puppy under his arm and lay his head down on the carpet...so cute!  Here's a pic of him holding it near!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/Shs5NnDzkaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vxX5zcN7Ww0/s1600-h/DSC04533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339924689163882914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/Shs5NnDzkaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vxX5zcN7Ww0/s320/DSC04533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had a picture of him doing one of his other favorite, cute things.  Because he can't crawl yet or get around much, I guess he's finding other things to do to compensate.  He's like a monkey with the kinds of things he can do with his feet.  He LOVES balls and balloons first of all.  And he'll lie on his back, put his legs up in the air, hold a balloon or ball between his feet and bang on it like a bongo drum.  It is so cute - I've got to get a picture of it.  And yesterday we went for our first bike ride of the year and put both kids in our bike trailer.  I'd catch a glimpse of Jack lifting his water cup off the floor with his feet and bring it up to where he could reach with his hands!  It's quite amazing to see - for me at least ...maybe that's normal for other babies, I just dont' remember Norah doing things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for this time.  Hopefully it's not as long between posts next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-1868394157277066744?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1868394157277066744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=1868394157277066744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1868394157277066744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1868394157277066744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/Shs5N9fibNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fGfbXR2l2g8/s72-c/DSC04534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-6898064750089025440</id><published>2009-02-20T14:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:47:18.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Trained!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we now consider Norah "potty trained"! I'm sure it'll come with its share of accidents (in fact, we had one this morning). But yesterday she had a completely full, accident-free day and she had pooped on the potty two days in a row! She is completely initiating going to pee on her own and would like to do it all by herself if able to unbutton her pants and pull them down. She's taken to it so fast it's great. So last night we gave her her potty training reward - a princess castle! She had been so excited to get it and was very happy when Nate came home and she could get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304983769851110498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SZ8WobUwJGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LyhQA6EFu9U/s320/DSC04100.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I was a little disappointed with it. According to the box, I thought it would be a lot bigger/taller than it is. But she seems to like it so hopefully it provides some entertainment for her at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304983772480297234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SZ8WolHmWRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oTYrzC8LAD0/s320/DSC04104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-6898064750089025440?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6898064750089025440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=6898064750089025440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6898064750089025440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6898064750089025440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2009/02/potty-trained.html' title='Potty Trained!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SZ8WobUwJGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LyhQA6EFu9U/s72-c/DSC04100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-1675863692507717837</id><published>2009-02-20T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:36:27.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's favorite activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If Jack doesn't have any bath toys besides a washcloth or two, he's completely happy. His favorite thing to do is take a facecloth and shove it in his mouth and lay on his back kicking his legs and flailing his arms as much as he can. What's even better for him is if he can then have a SECOND washcloth which he holds in his hand and waves around as he flails his arms around! It's very amusing to watch (would love to post a video but that may not be appropriate for the internet!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I may have mentioned this before, but he LOVES the jolly jumper now. He gets quite animated in it and loves to jump. Then Norah likes to pretend he's in a swing and pushes him which isn't always the safest since she doesn't understand the concept of pushing him straight and not towards the doorframe and walls! But it's so much fun to watch him get as much air as he can and really just jump and be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is in mid-air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304980978891143138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SZ8UF-MCt-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Qo_Z1fJUdRA/s320/DSC04112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-1675863692507717837?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1675863692507717837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=1675863692507717837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1675863692507717837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1675863692507717837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2009/02/jacks-favorite-activities.html' title='Jack&apos;s favorite activities'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SZ8UF-MCt-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Qo_Z1fJUdRA/s72-c/DSC04112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-1064599277685399409</id><published>2009-02-13T13:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:26:30.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been awhile since I blogged before.  Not sure if there wasn't much going on...well, the other thing is that this blog is for "positive only" stuff and I haven't had such a great attitude lately so maybe that's why it's been hard for me to find stuff to put on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few things about each kid.  Jack is still in such a fun stage.  He has no desire to move (ie, crawl), which really is fine with me.  As cute as it will be, it'll only add more work for me (I'll actually have to vacuum and clean up more regularly!!).  But he is sure exploring anything that he can possibly get his hands on.  He'll reach as hard as he can to get at something and once it's in his hands, chances are very good that it'll end up in his mouth just as fast.  Even if that means spitting out his soother to make room for said other object!  It's so neat to see his fascination with things that we just take for granted.  He loves strings and he has this hand movement he does to pat/touch things that's really almost gay looking, but still very cute...too bad I can't really describe it in words.  And he's got such a cute giggle.  His eyes and face just completely lights up when he sees his daddy come in the room.  And Jack loves to play with him and Nate can get him giggling so easily.  It's like Jack is just looking with wide-eyed awe and wonder at his daddy - so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah seems so different in the last few days -maybe cause she finally napped a couple of times this week and maybe that's all it takes.  But she's all of a suddent started using forks and spoons (I didn't think she'd ever get past eating with her hands all the time) and she's taken a new interest in potty training the last few days.  She's got a couple of older girl friends who are all trained and sees them wearing panties and I do think that's a bit of motivation for her.  Yesterday she stayed dry during her whole afternoon nap time which was such a huge, but pleasant surprise for me.  Then today she actually pooped on the toilet which was great, since yesterday we didnt' get that far.  So I'm happy with how things are going and I"m really hoping it's for real this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also lately gotten obsessed with Jay Jay the Jet Plane.  Last week at our church's MOMs group, the kids watched that show and I guess she loved it.  It's really quite sweet I think how she gets scared quite easily by kids shows.  Even Dora occasionally scares her and she was watching My Little Pony at a friend's house the other day and that scared her, too.  But this one she LOVED.  So I took a couple of the DVD's out of our church library on Sunday and she has watched each one over and over and over.  And then she wants to pretend we're airplanes.   I get some major flashbacks of my childhood cause she'll tell me she's Jay Jay and I"m some other character and we have to chase each other around flapping our arms! or do some other thing that she sees them do on the video.    This morning she said to me "you've got to be kidding".  It was totally not in context and I asked her where she had learned that and she said from Jay Jay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-1064599277685399409?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1064599277685399409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=1064599277685399409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1064599277685399409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1064599277685399409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-awhile.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-3341700955616538955</id><published>2008-12-22T08:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:57:55.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Panties</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to record a cute thing Norah said this morning.  So Jan. 5th is the start of potty training.  We get home from Ontario on the 3rd and then we're diving in right away.  So we've started telling Norah that when we get home from Nanna and Poppa's there will be no more diapers, only panties.  So today I said to her, oh, 2 weeks from today...what does that mean?  And she knew what I was talking about and quietly said something like no more diapers.  So I started chanting "No more diapers, only panties" over and over.  Then she told me not to say that and said "it's not panty time yet".  I thought that was so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-3341700955616538955?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3341700955616538955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=3341700955616538955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3341700955616538955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3341700955616538955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/12/panties.html' title='Panties'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-6385486986658780556</id><published>2008-12-19T15:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:18:34.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Far we've Come</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to record how i've thought several times recently that I can't believe how far we've come with Jack's sleep.  He's still not a perfect sleeper by any stretch of the imagination, but compared to what he was like as a very little baby....I was used to how Norah was as a baby.  I could lie her down and she'd just go to sleep right from the beginning - no rocking, bouncing or anything.  So it was a real surprise with Jack, who I had to fight with to get to sleep.   But he has learned to fall asleep on his own and it's so amazing.  Just now I lay him down in his crib on his tummy and put his little puppy beside him and immediately he lays his head down to go to sleep.  This isn't always the case, but usually it is and it's just so amazing....and so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's learned to put his soother in his mouth on his own...if only he'd find it in his crib at night when he wakes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...this one about Norah.  Here's her latest that she was doing today.  She found an old Walkman and an old Discman and then she'd want me to watch her "bideo" and dance.  So we'd stand up in the family room and she would tell me I couddn't dance yet.  Then she'd press the buttons on both machines which turned them "on" and then we had to dance.  Not sure where her love of dancing comes from - sure not from my mennonite roots!!  Oh, and along those lines, the  other day and again today, she wanted me to go to the livingroom on the hardwoods and "spin like a pincess".  So we had to count to three, then spin around on the floor as fast as we could.  When I asked her where she learned that, she said "Agex and Janna's house" (Alex and Julianna's house).  Guess when they were downstairs at their place the other day, they must have been spinning like princesses!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-6385486986658780556?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6385486986658780556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=6385486986658780556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6385486986658780556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6385486986658780556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-far-weve-come.html' title='How Far we&apos;ve Come'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-1727920425567099840</id><published>2008-12-02T16:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:34:52.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly Jumper Part 2!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to quickly post a picture of Jack in the JJ again (don't have time for more - this is already the third post of the day!!).  Anyway, he's figured it out now and loves it in there!  Good for me to know - provides entertainment for a good long while!&lt;br /&gt;(sorry it's going to be sideways again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-125bc475585366f7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D125bc475585366f7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331697795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D427A0639783FDDAD6B961E5BBA9013775308ABD6.8590D3AA6023E74100E5D53BBE91DF3F7C38855F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D125bc475585366f7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxVoNlAsEJfQFZXr5ux5shTXq1rE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D125bc475585366f7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331697795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D427A0639783FDDAD6B961E5BBA9013775308ABD6.8590D3AA6023E74100E5D53BBE91DF3F7C38855F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D125bc475585366f7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxVoNlAsEJfQFZXr5ux5shTXq1rE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-1727920425567099840?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=125bc475585366f7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1727920425567099840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=1727920425567099840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1727920425567099840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1727920425567099840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/12/jolly-jumper-part-2.html' title='Jolly Jumper Part 2!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-4527750908217820597</id><published>2008-12-02T15:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:52:13.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am enjoying watching Norah with all the Christmas stuff this year. First we took her to the Santa Claus parade which she quite enjoyed. And then I picked up this little set of Christmas CD and two little Christmas books which were actually the words to two of the songs on the CD. Anyway, we have sung those songs and read those books MANY times already. She's got one almost memorized I think - it's very cute. And we've read some other Christmas stories in her Bible books, too. Anyway, Sunday we set up our "Kismas tree". She quite enjoyed it and was excited to help put the decorations on. And she thinks the lights have to be on ALL the time. We turn them off for night of course and this morning when Norah went downstairs she was quite perturbed about what happened to the Kismas tree and the lights. So Nate went and turned them on for her right away and then all was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275313359307744594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/STWtjOxpJVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qk1kuZeBwYA/s320/DSC03661.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had put up my porcelain nativity scene Sunday during her nap time and forgot to point it out ot her. Well, this morning after Nate turned on the kismas tree lights, she suddenly noticed it. And was very excited! She pulled a chair up right away and got up to look at it and apparently told Nate "baby Jesus is sleeping in a manger" or something like that. Then she pointed at Mary and said something about "there's Mary - the baby's mommy". I can't believe how much she takes in so fast. Well, then throughout the morning she'd climb up on the chair to play with the figurines. She does have a bit of the details a bit mixed up. She thought Joseph was Jesus and that baby Jesus was Baby Bethlehem. But hey, she's doing pretty good! I saw a cute little kid friendly nativity scene at Superstore that I'm going to pick up for her tonight since she loves playing with all the figures now with the Christmas talk. And she loves singing Away in a Manger with us "really loud" - meaning in our opera voices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275312880986811394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/STWtHY5C7AI/AAAAAAAAAFc/F9BYnKdno7I/s320/DSC03669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be neat to see how exciting Christmas itself will be for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-4527750908217820597?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4527750908217820597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=4527750908217820597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4527750908217820597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4527750908217820597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-prep.html' title='Christmas Prep'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/STWtjOxpJVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qk1kuZeBwYA/s72-c/DSC03661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-7175568812491511149</id><published>2008-12-02T15:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:36:44.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I don't know what it is with babies and socks...or maybe it's just my babies who have a fixation with putting socks in their mouths! I remember Norah loved having a sock in her mouth at one point in her "babyhood". &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275308735187369938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/STWpWElbv9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9BdvJihkwf0/s320/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Norah around 8 months)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I didn't have the camera with me, but I could have the same picture of Jack.  The other day I was getting him lotioned up and dressed after a bath and there was a sock on the change table.  He was lying on his tummy and all of a sudden I looked and he had that sock in his mouth the same as this!  And they think it's so exciting - waving arms and kicking legs to go along with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, still with the socks, I still put socks on Jack's hands for sleeping cause he's got such an itchy head from excema and cradle cap that he's constantly scratching his head and making himself bleed.  But he finds a way to get those socks off.  This morning he was supposed to be napping but I heard noise from his room so I peeked in.  He was lying on his back, with both socks off his hands and he was holding one in each hand and very animatedly waving his arms around and kicking his legs....guess socks are easy entertainment for these babies!  Was very cute to see how excited he got over his socks waving around in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-7175568812491511149?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7175568812491511149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=7175568812491511149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7175568812491511149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7175568812491511149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/12/socks.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/STWpWElbv9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9BdvJihkwf0/s72-c/DSC00617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-3720451321924185166</id><published>2008-11-28T15:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:12:14.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I bought a gingerbread kit at the grocery store last week thinking I wanted to start a new yearly tradition with Norah (and Jack once he's old enough). Well, I made the mistake of showing it to Norah right away and every day she's been asking for it. So this morning I asked if we wanted to make the gingerbread house today. She got so excited immediately that she was almost beside herself. She ran to daddy in excitement telling him that we were going to do the gingerbread house today. So once Jack was down for his nap and we were finally all dressed and ready for the day (the gingerbread house was great incentive for her to get dressed with no issues today!) we started. We "built the house" then had to let it sit for 15 minutes to "dry" I guess. Well, she just wanted to sit there and look at it. But I told her we'd read 2 stories and then we could put the candies on. So we did and after the second story she hopped up and ran to the stairs saying we could put the candy on now. And we did. It was just about the right length of project for her cause before we were even totally done, her interest in it was waning.&lt;br /&gt;Our house looks nothing like the pretty one on the box that I was trying to copy, but hey, I learned a lesson myself - not to cut the icing hole quite so big next time. And she had fun putting on the candy. I'm sure we'll do it again next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273817617648720770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/STBdLm4mG4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/npwZa3Gn_Uk/s320/DSC03646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Norah all excited about the gingerbread house making as it was getting taken out of the package! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273817798438542418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/STBdWIYP3FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZeohTVlMYNw/s320/DSC03649.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Putting candy on the house...the one on the right (under my arm!) was the one on the box that I was sort of trying to copy...ours looked nowhere near as nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273818428972394146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/STBd61TO5qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yxa34w2juD0/s320/DSC03647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Norah did great with putting candies on...though there were several that were licked and THEN put on the house!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273817316602562850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/STBc6FZmSSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_6rQvXGT5Yg/s320/DSC03659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Norah admiring the finished product while licking the icing off the gingerbread man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-3720451321924185166?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3720451321924185166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=3720451321924185166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3720451321924185166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3720451321924185166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/11/gingerbread-house.html' title='Gingerbread House'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/STBdLm4mG4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/npwZa3Gn_Uk/s72-c/DSC03646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-4673864498344066590</id><published>2008-11-18T14:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:23:20.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>potty</title><content type='html'>Just a short little note and it's nothing too great - just a little phrase Norah said that I want to remember cause I thought it was kinda cute.  So she's not potty trained yet (though I am starting to pump up the fact that after Christmas when we get home from Nanna and Poppa's there will be no more diapers for her!) but has for the last year almost occasionally gone on the potty and often it's when she asks to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I was putting Jack to bed and when I came downstairs after, Norah was running around with no diaper on.  Scary cause she has had the occasional pee on the floor incident when she's done that.  So I asked Nate what was up and she had apparently wanted to go on the potty and had proceded to rip her diaper off and go to the toilet.  Ususally when she does that it's not very long before she actually goes.  So I guess last night she sat there and nothing was happening.  So she said to Nate "daddy please help me...my pee's not working".  So cute!!!  Anyway, I guess she asked him to do the usual potty routine - sitting on the little stool and singing The Wheels on the Bus (that's the only place we've every sung that song but somehow she knows that's the potty song!) and I think Jesus Loves Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll have more potty stories to tell come Jan. 5th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-4673864498344066590?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4673864498344066590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=4673864498344066590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4673864498344066590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4673864498344066590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/11/potty.html' title='potty'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-816470862549028784</id><published>2008-10-25T20:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:27:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wiggle and a Percussionist</title><content type='html'>This post will be filled with videos since that's what I'm writing about in both cases! Yesterday I noticed Jack doing a new little wiggle. Guess his better sleep is giving him more energy to try and imitate a fish who's out of the water. Enjoy his little wiggle! Glad he did it for the camera! (Unfortunately I don't know how to rotate the video so you'll have to watch it with your head cranked sideways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5962feb6ea997ea3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5962feb6ea997ea3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331697795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D493ABA2AC9E1B7EC1DDAE0A07F2E0F67CCEA8D8A.D7EBF2E1914198B93A75735FEF49D482FA10230%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5962feb6ea997ea3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvEZXNWxfCiChDlYhIusUBKo0qV0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5962feb6ea997ea3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331697795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D493ABA2AC9E1B7EC1DDAE0A07F2E0F67CCEA8D8A.D7EBF2E1914198B93A75735FEF49D482FA10230%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5962feb6ea997ea3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvEZXNWxfCiChDlYhIusUBKo0qV0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We also started Jack on rice cereal the other day. Here's a picture of him enjoying some of the first bites (well, it was actually his second cereal feeding but we'll still count it as some of his first bites!) It was quite funny actually....when I gave it to him the first time, he made a funny little face after I put it in his mouth and Norah looked all concerned and said "Jack don't yike that I don't think." Anyway, if he keeps up with how he's eating now, we'll be going through much more babyfood than we ever did with Norah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261262842250096418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SQPCrf5HbyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j30LaXzSZ6o/s320/DSC03410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now, on to Norah.  She discovered my pot lids today...and how they can resemble the instruments she must be learning more about at music lessons.  Anyway, she was banging the lids together as cymbals and then she was using a wooden spoon to hit the pot or pot lid with.  Then she wanted Nate or I to sing with her.  So I'm posting a few videos of her singing....if you can hear any singing above all the pot banging.  If you watch till the end, you'll catch her taking a bow!  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Now when we sing her songs, she stands in her crib and dances and sings along.  Then at the end of each song, she takes a bow!  And she says it, too "I take a bow".  Who knows where she picks this stuff up from?!  Well, I do have a pretty good idea....!  And the first I heard of this taking a bow business was on Sunday at my sister's house.  My sister and Norah were downstairs and when they came up, my sister was saying how Norah had been spinning around and then at the end she looked like she was taking a bow.  My sister asked her what she was doing and she said "just taking a bow"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-7644560315211261214?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7644560315211261214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=7644560315211261214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7644560315211261214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7644560315211261214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-bow.html' title='Take a Bow!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-6480854215352875153</id><published>2008-09-29T21:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:30:45.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination and farting (unrelated though!)</title><content type='html'>Lately we've really started to see Norah's imagination take off...it's so cute...and along with that are new words.  It's so neat to see what goes on in her mind.  Today she was playing what seemed to be house or something with mommy and daddy anyway with her "people".  Meaning her little people that she's  got all lined up and likes to play with.  Then all of a sudden she was dancing a round the family room with one of the people's umbrellas singing the "it's raining, it's pouring" song.   Earlier, when we had come home, I was already in the family room and she comes in and tells me she has ice cream for me.  So she hands me the imaginary ice cream and says it's so "ee-yish-iss".  She's said that  before and I didn't know we said delicious that much so i'm not sure where she picked that one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately she's been into playing "yion"(lion).  She likes to roar and have us roar.  And whatever it is she wants to do or play, she'll often say "i know" and then something about "i got an idea" and then say what we should play.  I can't believe sometimes how old she's getting and what  she's all saying.  Very cute but in a way, a bit sad that she really is growing up quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that makes me think of another cute thing she's been saying sometimes.  Awhile ago, she and I went out on the back deck in the morning for something to do.  As soon as she stepped outside she said something about it being a "yoo-ful" day - meaning "beautiful"!  She really does hear and pick up stuff fast.  It always amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...and while we find this funny, not all would,  so excuse our lame sense of humor in our family.  But we used to talk about "toot" when we'd talk about passing gas.  However, that is just not natural for Nate and I and since Norah picks up on almost everything, she's heard us talk about "fart"...and now that's what she says.  The problem is, we think it's so funny when she uses the word (cause she enunciates it perfectly!!) that we don't correct her.  For example she'll say "I just farted".  And we try not to laugh...but don't nearly always succeed.  BUT we're at least trying to teach her to then say "excuse me".  And she's quite good at it -in fact if she hears someone else in our house "pass gas"! (not like that EVER happens around here!) she'll say excuse me for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could write down all the cute things she says.  And she's got 4-5 word sentences sometimes which totally amazes me.  Maybe that's why I expect so much from her and expect her to be able to voice all thoughts and emotions to me...not quite realistic for a 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of something more to write about Jack next time.  He just keeps being a cute baby with lots of smiles and laughs.  He loves watching Norah.  Whenever he's in the room with her, his eyes are glued to whatever she's doing.  And when she "plays" with him, he usually thinks it's very fun and has a big smile on his face.  Can't wait to see what the two of them will be like when he's not a baby anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-6480854215352875153?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6480854215352875153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=6480854215352875153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6480854215352875153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6480854215352875153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/imagination-and-farting-unrelated.html' title='Imagination and farting (unrelated though!)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-6626130708518646823</id><published>2008-09-17T15:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:46:37.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly Jumper</title><content type='html'>So i got out the jolly jumper today for Jack for the first time. He just kind of hung there, but when i bounced it up and down for him, he was full of giggles! He hasn't grasped the concept of jumping in it yet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247094228196503922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SNFsZnansXI/AAAAAAAAADM/E7QIgiyttTs/s320/DSC03305.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Norah, however, saw it after her nap and right away asked if she could jump in it. I checked and since the max weight is 33 pounds, I figured we were safe. It took her a few minutes, but then she got "hopping" away. Unlike when she was a baby - at the time i figured that jolly jumper was a waste of money cause she always just kind of hung in it. Now I think she needs to get into gymnastics cause she loves jumping. But then she loves swimming and a bunch of other things, too. Anyway, as she was hopping away in there, she said "you buy this at the store?" i answered "yes" and she said "that's cool"! She has said that before about something and it's so cute, and yet scary, how she mimics so much of what she hears other people say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247094230776597490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SNFsZxBwy_I/AAAAAAAAADU/-yWfTnL9tFo/s320/DSC03307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-6626130708518646823?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6626130708518646823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=6626130708518646823&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6626130708518646823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6626130708518646823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/jolly-jumper.html' title='Jolly Jumper'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SNFsZnansXI/AAAAAAAAADM/E7QIgiyttTs/s72-c/DSC03305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-7435934097440680487</id><published>2008-08-26T22:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:22:26.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's</title><content type='html'>Norah learned the ABC song and never ever gets tired of it.  And when she's tired or wants to rile us, the volume keeps going up and up and up.  I have to say, she's quite good at it.  She learned it from Elmo on the internet.  She skips a few of the letters, but overall quite good for 2 years old I figure.  I'll try and capture it on video cause it's so cute.  We were shopping the other day and all of a sudden she broke out in song - the ABC one and Jesus Loves Me, too.  Anyway, so at the end of the ABC song, instead of saying "now I know my ABC's...", she often says "now I know my yetters..."  I love that she says "yetters" first of all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's got a growing repetoire of songs to sing at bedtime.  First is always Jesus Loves Me (meaning I, or Nate and I sing and she usually joins in).  Then is "Children of the World" (Jesus Loves the Little Children), then is Hippopotamus (a song I think I learned at daycamp years and years ago), and now she's added the ABC song.  It's quite cute anyway.  Maybe sometime I'll sneak the camera up at bedtime and tape the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-7435934097440680487?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7435934097440680487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=7435934097440680487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7435934097440680487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7435934097440680487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/abcs.html' title='ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-1446073952394048359</id><published>2008-08-19T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:23:35.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing</title><content type='html'>Norah loves to dance!...not sure where she got that love.  But this last week at grandma and grandpa's house she'd get out the barbie boombox, turn it on and say "let's dance".  it's very cute.  it's much more fun to watch her by herself but she's a bit self conscious when caught!  I think actually her love for dancing may have grown when Uncle Dan was here and would play her singing Elmo doll and he'd dance to it.  Now she often turns it on and wants us to dance with her.  Well, then she combined that with dancing in the laundry room...with the lights off.  So there she and I would be in the dark laundry room with Elmo singing his heart out and us dancing...fun little memory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-1446073952394048359?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1446073952394048359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=1446073952394048359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1446073952394048359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1446073952394048359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/dancing.html' title='dancing'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-8228528931538280340</id><published>2008-08-03T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:34:12.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles and Curiosity</title><content type='html'>Baby Jack, as he's affectionately known in our house, has become such a different baby.  He is such a happy little boy all the time.  He just loves to smile and coo and laugh and kick his legs.  Today in church, he laid beside me on the pew for a good long while just looking around and being happy.  When he's supposed to be going to bed, he'll cry if he loses his soother and if we go into his room to put it in his mouth, he's so busy smiling up at us that he can't even keep it in his mouth!  And I love going in his room in the morning when I hear him up and he'll lie there and be so happy to be up and see me.  And speaking of him sleeping, he seems to be so much more comfortable at night now that we've got his ezcema under control.  In fact, I hardly recognize the guy anymore now that he's not just a big red rash from head to toe.  That maybe part of why he's so much happier now, too.  He's started grabbing things more, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah used to always ask "what doing mommy?"  Well, now that phrase has become "what'cha doing mommy?".  It's quite cute to hear.   And today she said "take it easy".  Guess she hears that some around here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-8228528931538280340?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8228528931538280340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=8228528931538280340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/8228528931538280340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/8228528931538280340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/smiles-and-curiosity.html' title='Smiles and Curiosity'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-6151860377469283531</id><published>2008-07-23T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:10:46.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Norah's favorite games</title><content type='html'>So Norah LOVES to be chased.  Anytime one of her little friends even acts like they're going to start running, she'll chase after and want to get chased, too.  She and her little friend Ty enjoy chasing each other around the little island in our kitchen giggling at the top of their lungs.  Well, lately I guess she hasn't had enough chasing time with  friends cause she'll ask Nate and I to do it.  So as much as it makes me dizzy, how can I resist "mommy, peas chase me?" in such a hopeful tone!  So I do and she giggles and I smile cause it's so cute how she finds such joy in the little pleasures of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-6151860377469283531?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6151860377469283531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=6151860377469283531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6151860377469283531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/6151860377469283531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-norahs-favorite-games.html' title='One of Norah&apos;s favorite games'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-5280965315572328155</id><published>2008-07-17T20:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:25:35.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our bedroom</title><content type='html'>Norah now likes to play on our bed under the covers.  Today after her nap she wanted me to play there with her.  She says "peas pay under here".  So then we had to get her dolls and their bottles and accessories and play under the covers - feeding the babies and so on.  She obviously has no sense of claustrophobia which is good because I sure couldn't stand to be right under there like she is for as long as she wants!  She also likes to pretend she's sleeping in our bed.  When my mom was babysitting one time it was quiet and she went in search of Norah and found her "seeping" in our bed - she gets right under the covers and lies her head on the pillow and even closes her eyes sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also likes to "get dressed" in our closet.  She pretends she's showering in there and then she'll rifle through my shirts hanging on the low bar in the closet and act like she's getting dressed.  Guess she's seen that a few times...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-5280965315572328155?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5280965315572328155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=5280965315572328155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/5280965315572328155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/5280965315572328155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-bedroom.html' title='Our bedroom'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-4720346103654204650</id><published>2008-07-17T15:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:19:30.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinkertown and Therapy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SH-mPpzVyfI/AAAAAAAAACs/Re0dVXlzm3Q/s1600-h/DSC02906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224076880622504434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SH-mPpzVyfI/AAAAAAAAACs/Re0dVXlzm3Q/s320/DSC02906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SH-mQJCwZ2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qCcVoNttXvw/s1600-h/DSC02917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224076889008662370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SH-mQJCwZ2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qCcVoNttXvw/s320/DSC02917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SH-mQiQM6HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hkwlD69SjZs/s1600-h/DSC02921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224076895775942770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SH-mQiQM6HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hkwlD69SjZs/s320/DSC02921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SH-mQ0W2ZkI/AAAAAAAAADE/pHKhpZ-u-0o/s1600-h/DSC02960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224076900635665986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SH-mQ0W2ZkI/AAAAAAAAADE/pHKhpZ-u-0o/s320/DSC02960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We went to Tinkertown with our friends Jon and Janelle and their son, Ty, the other day. Ty and Norah are 3 months apart in age and are such great little buddies. They rode the rides and Norah had a blast. As soon as we got through the gate, the first ride you can see is the carousel. I could see she was just longing to go on that ride. She pointed at it and said something about wanting to go on it. So that was the first ride we went on. I took her on it and the experience for me was absolutely priceless. She sat on the "horsie" and thought that was great to begin with. But then when it started and the music came on and the horse started moving...the look on her face literally brought tears to my eyes - it's really not that big a deal but the look of wonder and excitement made the entire trip there worth it for me. Then later, when we got home, I was in Jack's room feeding him and Nate was in Norah's room trying to get her ready and into bed. All of a sudden she came to Jack's room where I was and just started saying things. It was stuff like.."horsies, cars, bang Ty car, aiplan, boat, apple..." and so on. I realized she was listing all the rides she had been on that day. I think her mind was just reeling and whirring with all she had done that day - it was so cute to realize she had such a good time there, too she was wanting to tell me all about what she all did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a completely different note, the other day, Norah was coloring with crayons. She has in the past had some trouble remembering that crayons only color on paper, not on walls and other things. Well, this one morning, she had started to color on something again and I reminded her that we don't do that or we'll take the crayons away. Well, I was on the computer typing away and she came running into the room to admit that she had colored on the table. I went to check and yes, she definitely had taken the brown crayon to her little table. So I started packing up the crayons and took them away. She had such a huge fit (not sure when she'll figure out that she at least shouldn't come admit something to me that she purposefully did wrong!) and we couldn't get her to stop crying. So I came back to the computer and kept on typing. She eventually came and sat on the chair with me (still wearing her pj's!) and picked up the cordless phone on the desk and started talking. She was still sniffling and getting over her big cry and talking away. I heard the words "crayon, table, obey mommy, obey daddy". I don't know who she thought she was talking to but it was if it it was therapy for her to tell whoever it was what had gone on. After that she was fine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-4720346103654204650?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4720346103654204650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=4720346103654204650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4720346103654204650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4720346103654204650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/tinkertown-and-therpay.html' title='Tinkertown and Therapy!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SH-mPpzVyfI/AAAAAAAAACs/Re0dVXlzm3Q/s72-c/DSC02906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-8598042982781329139</id><published>2008-07-17T15:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:03:35.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Disappearing</title><content type='html'>Well, it's a good thing I'm recording some of Norah's cute versions of words cause some of them are becoming extinct.  "Bakka" has become "campa" and no doubt others are on their way out, too.  And she went through a phase when she would hear ANY noise and say "hear that?".  I don't think I've heard that in awhile now.  It's exciting that her language and vocabulary is growing and changing, but sad to hear these cute renditions go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-8598042982781329139?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8598042982781329139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=8598042982781329139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/8598042982781329139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/8598042982781329139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/words-disappearing.html' title='Words Disappearing'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-7461942594857591228</id><published>2008-07-11T19:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:50:51.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A variety of things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Norah somehow has gotten into scissors. Not sure why or what prompted it. But she wanted to cut with my scissors. So I went and bought some kid ones and let her cut some paper. First of all, she calls them "sharps". Not sure why but it's so cute that I don't have the heart to correct her and I even call them "sharps" too around her cause i think it's so cute! I'm assuming she calls them that cause she's heard me tell her so much that my scissors are sharp and she can't play with them. But anyway, I've realized that she needs constant supervision when using them or else she'll all of a sudden be missing a chunk of hair or a piece from her clothes (not that she's that proficient with them yet - I usually have to help her to get a good cut and then she's quite fascinated). The other day she made a comment when she was playing with them "i cut hair" and then about cutting Jack's hair (his is almost all missing anyway from having combed out his cradle cap so much!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SHgAmX9C9vI/AAAAAAAAACU/ecNXKjyX2wU/s1600-h/DSC02900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221924427201181426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SHgAmX9C9vI/AAAAAAAAACU/ecNXKjyX2wU/s320/DSC02900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Norah is becoming a bit of mommy's helper. She now likes to help me set the table. Here's a picture of how she sets it. I love how she puts the cutlery so neatly sideways at the edge! And all the stuff ends up right at the edge, but she has such a smile on her face as I hand her things one at a time to carry to the table. Too bad it won't stay a treat for her to help out with things like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221937546043501058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SHgMh_cyqgI/AAAAAAAAACk/VhJvpOp07hk/s320/DSC02904.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I gave Norah her snack to eat downstairs as she usually wants it. Well, no more will that happen when she has this particular food item. It was one of those pretzels and cheeze whiz handi-snacks. I got a phone call while she was in the middle of the snack and by the time I got off the phone (it was not a social call!) she has smeared the cheese whiz all over her legs like lotion. I didn't let her know that I thought it was kind of funny - she just heard how that's not allowed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some cute things Norah has said lately (cute, but not necessarily "good"!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- this morning when I came downstairs dressed, she said "cute shirt mommy"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- then later when i accidentally spilled her snack out of the bowl and was picking it up, she said "good job putting back mommy" - nice to know she mimics the praise comments as well as the getting in trouble comments!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- this one is kinda cute but not necessarily one to be so proud of - i've heard her saying "oh my gosh" - i guess i've said that one too many times around her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Jack just melted my heart tonight!  He's got such bad cradle cap that I've been oiling his head every night before bed.  Well, tonight I decided to put a little hat on top of the oil.  So he was lying all swaddled in his bed and I was rubbing oil on his head.  I've realized he LOVES to have his head rubbed.  He was starting to fuss a bit and as soon as I started rubbing, he calmed right down and was smiling up at me.  I thought for sure he'd object to the hat, but nope, he was fine with that, too!  So I gave him his soother to get him to go to sleep but he couldn't even keep it in his mouth cause he was so busy looking at me and smiling.  Boy, I wished I had a camera cause it was just too cute for words even - him smiling all happy and content swaddled up tight in his blanket with a little toque on his head.  But he went to sleep like a dream so hey, maybe i'll continue with the oil and hat even after his cradle cap is gone!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-7461942594857591228?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7461942594857591228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=7461942594857591228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7461942594857591228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7461942594857591228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/variety-of-things.html' title='A variety of things'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SHgAmX9C9vI/AAAAAAAAACU/ecNXKjyX2wU/s72-c/DSC02900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-5492735709540968174</id><published>2008-07-04T12:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:10:16.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and Video</title><content type='html'>Just a few pictures and videos from this morning. Norah has started asking for some water in her little teapots and dishes to play with. At first I was hesitant about it, but then I thought it's only water, it'll dry - let her be a kid. So now we give it to her sometimes. Here's a few pictures of her playing and pouring this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other picture is of her displaying her paper with stickers and writing on. She went to a birthday party last weekend where she got some stickers and a little pencil in her goodie bag. That has provided endless entertainment for her (thanks Samanta's!). We gave her one paper and she spends time putting her stickers on, using the pencil to write and draw on the paper, taking the stickers back off and so on. It's very cute - she usually voluntarily sits nicely at the table to do it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219219900272533458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SG5k2MBk39I/AAAAAAAAACM/LjZMjQ6PVrw/s320/DSC02870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219219888842997058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SG5k1hcj_UI/AAAAAAAAACE/T0x3IRNsaSo/s320/DSC02866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219219885203281218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SG5k1T4yVUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XHrKnNa3mo4/s320/DSC02860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got on tape a bit of her singing Jesus Loves Me. She has gotten quite self-conscious about it lately and isn't so openly singing it anymore. Cute anyway. The other video is of her counting. I was sitting there with the camera on, hoping she would start to sing but out of the blue she started counting. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=91e93534094e0086&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5492735709540968174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=5492735709540968174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/5492735709540968174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/5492735709540968174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-and-video.html' title='Pictures and Video'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SG5k2MBk39I/AAAAAAAAACM/LjZMjQ6PVrw/s72-c/DSC02870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-2988131070990110329</id><published>2008-07-04T12:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:47:00.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs</title><content type='html'>Not sure where Norah got her love of bugs, but she is so fascinated by them.  And I try not to let my true feelings show (that I hate them!) so that she won't develop a fear of them.  And every kind of bug is a "yadybug" whether it's black and red or not.  So this morning she saw this tiny black bug on the carpet which I thought was a fuzz or if it was a bug, I thought it was dead.  Well, she picked it up and carried it around with her for a good while.  How that bug survived as long as it did I have no idea cause she had it pinched between her thumb and pointer finger pretty good while she carried it around.  Then she'd sit down and let it crawl on her leg while she talked to it "bye yadybug" or whatever.  Next she was trying to put it in her baby's ear or mouth.  Then she'd pick it up again and put it in her purse.   Well, we finally got him out of there and then she wanted to put it on me and Jack.  Well, I drew the line there.  I may not want to let my true feelings show but I quickly found a reason why no bugs are allowed on me!  So then she carried it over to her little teaset area and wanted to put it in her teapot.  Not sure if she had success with that but all of a sudden she was on to something else and the bug is forgotten...until she spots the next one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-2988131070990110329?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2988131070990110329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=2988131070990110329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/2988131070990110329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/2988131070990110329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/bugs.html' title='Bugs'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-3398835598024517641</id><published>2008-07-02T21:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:49:45.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Another important Norah word that I thought of...sii-sis - meaning soother. We have no idea how that word ever got started since it sounds nothing like the real word...but it's cute anyway. She's only allowed to have it for sleeping and when she gets up in the morning or from her nap, she's supposed to put it on her dresser in her room. Yesterday morning when Nate got her up and told her to put the soother on the dresser, she said "sii-sis two minutes". So we gave in and let her have it for a couple more minutes...her request was just so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another word of hers, because she can't say "l's" is "bankie" for blankie. I didn't know just how precious these were to her (she's got 3 in her bed, but 2 are really special apparently). I really had to wash her bunny and I know not to ask her to do it cause she doesn't like when he gets washed (seeing him in the washing machine is the issue I think or parting with it). Anyway, so today after her nap I snuck upstairs and got her bunny, her blankies and Jack's bedding to wash. I wrapped her stuff up in Jack's so that she wouldn't see it and stuck it in the front-loading with a window washing machine. Well, she followed me into the laundry room and I had just started the washing machine and she saw a little corner of her blankie in there. She pointed and said "bankie" in such a sad voice and then her lower lip came out and she started to cry. It was so cute and yet so sad at the same time. She was so sad her bankie was in the washing machine. She seriously cried about it for about 10 minutes I think. Finally I gave in and let her watch a little movie and she calmed down. At least now we have a clean bunny and blankies again until the next traumatic time when they need washing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Norah has liked books since she was very young (as if she's so old now!). She will often say "weed sto-wies". Well, I can't believe how much she takes in when a book is read to her. Though I guess when you re-read a book millions of times, some would start to sink in. She now sometimes "reads" her own stories. And she'll talk out loud and say some of the words that are on the page. It's really quite cute and amazing to me how she can memorize that. She'll be chattering away in a language I can't understand and all of a sudden a totally clear English word pops out and I know which page she's on. And now when I read to her, she is also often wanting to know what everything on the page is. So she'll point to each thing, sometimes several times, and say "wass dat?". And then you can tell she's storing it away in her brain cause she'll repeat it and next time she'll know what it is. Or sometimes, she'll point at each thing and tell me what it is. I find it so amazing the stage she is at with learning and grasping stuff and how much she understands and has in her little brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now something about Jack since he seems to be getting a bit left out. But he's finally starting to get interesting! Unless you consider bi-weekly blowouts interesting (though for anyone who's interested, he had one 2 days in a row!!!). Anyway, he's really starting to like his little playmat. He's long enough that he can bat at the toys hanging by his head and kick the ball at his feet. This morning he was really going at it with a smile on his face. He's such a cute little boy. This evening when I put him to bed, he was so calmly lying there looking up at me and it was so precious. Wish I could stamp some of those pictures on my brain cause even if I did have a camera there, it doesn't always do it justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218613888267639026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SGw9rpYc2PI/AAAAAAAAABs/rnPxN5gMRb0/s320/DSC02851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218613893085351810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SGw9r7VFT4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/IYxnF4qgW-Y/s320/DSC02852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-3398835598024517641?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3398835598024517641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=3398835598024517641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3398835598024517641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3398835598024517641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/bit-of-this-and-that.html' title='A bit of This and That'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SGw9rpYc2PI/AAAAAAAAABs/rnPxN5gMRb0/s72-c/DSC02851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-4837172669844993596</id><published>2008-07-01T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:02:32.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that's our little Norah. We've thought that before about stuff - animals, water, people, climbing on play structures...she just doesn't have much fear of people and things. If she sees an older kid do it, she thinks, hey why can't she?! She's finally developing a bit of a fear (a healthy fear I would say!) of men. She warms up to them quite quickly but at least she may not just go walking off with someone. However, if she saw a dog or a kid or something, she wouldn't hesitate to leave my side and follow it and not worry about where mommy is. Kinda scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we were at my sister and brother-in-law's and went swimming in their town's pool, which by the way is amazing for kids. Norah swam for 2 hours straight after not napping and she would have kept going except we wanted to leave. They had a little waterslide for kids and after Nate helped her up and down once, she would climb up the steps, slide down on her own with a huge smile on her face, walk from the slide to the side of the pool, climb out and do it again...and again...and again. Then she walked across the little shallow end of the pool to the other side to play there.  Then she was enjoying jumping off the side of the pool into the water (with my help) but was ready to jump into a deeper area by herself I think.  At one point I was sitting on the edge of the pool at the bottom of the kiddie slide and this couple next to me was observing her when she was coming down the slide and they commented to me about how she has no fear. I guess I figure what she does is normal for 2 year olds but maybe not...seemed there were a few more people surprised at what she was all doing on her own with no fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218230762184158546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SGrhOxgArVI/AAAAAAAAABc/xhXXVp74xtU/s320/DSC02846+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218230976063100114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SGrhbOQuVNI/AAAAAAAAABk/nu86kshLNlI/s320/DSC02848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-4837172669844993596?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4837172669844993596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=4837172669844993596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4837172669844993596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4837172669844993596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-fear.html' title='No Fear'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SGrhOxgArVI/AAAAAAAAABc/xhXXVp74xtU/s72-c/DSC02846+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-4973875721798643191</id><published>2008-06-30T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:50:08.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakka, Steeka and Steekers</title><content type='html'>Grandpa is "Bakka", Auntie Krista is "Steeka" and stickers are "steekers".  We enjoy listening to Norah's versions of different words!  There are so many more cute ones that I'll have to add when I hear them or think of them.  To me, a lot of these words now sound normal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-4973875721798643191?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4973875721798643191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=4973875721798643191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4973875721798643191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4973875721798643191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/bakka-steeka-and-steekers.html' title='Bakka, Steeka and Steekers'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-4758621982680371247</id><published>2008-06-25T13:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:49:21.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this was the cutest thing that happened in our house in awhile I thought! Norah often goes to our basement to watch cartoons in the morning. This morning she was down there and she usually plays around with her toys. She's got my exercise step set up in front of the TV as a little bench and wanted me to sit there with her this morning. I had to go bath Jack so I told her I'd come down when I was done the bath. So when I got down there, she had a "tea party" all set up. She had the "table" (which is really a stand for plants) and the "chair" (the exercise step) all ready and stuff on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then she said "mommy, peas sit here...eat (with) me" and patted the spot beside her. So of course how could I resist that?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215891696733015970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SGKR3PquT6I/AAAAAAAAABE/BlDlLvRIQ5k/s320/DSC02810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;div&gt;So I sat with her and then she said we had to pray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215891952685280514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SGKSGJKf7QI/AAAAAAAAABM/xxAWX4Vtm4U/s320/DSC02813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she started praying which was the cutest yet! She put her hands over her eyes like she does when we pray and then I heard"....Je-us....(a bunch of words I didn't understand)....tea party....(more words I didn't understand)...Amen". Then we started eating and pouring. This happened several more times. I had so much fun and was so glad I took those few moments out of my day to play with her. Often I get frustrated and wish she would play more on her own or I'm busy with Jack at the moment, but it's moments like these which I hope to repeat more and not forget. I love having tea parties with my little girl!!! (and I was so glad it happened when Nate was still home and could capture it on camera!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215892347814204466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SGKSdJIk1DI/AAAAAAAAABU/MG7RlyQvphs/s320/DSC02809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say it's so cute to see kids mimic the things they learn at home. Makes you feel as if something's stickin' in their minds at least. Though that's a bit scary, too at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-4758621982680371247?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4758621982680371247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=4758621982680371247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4758621982680371247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/4758621982680371247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SGKR3PquT6I/AAAAAAAAABE/BlDlLvRIQ5k/s72-c/DSC02810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-3993909477381868238</id><published>2008-06-25T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:32:05.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Rana</title><content type='html'>Norah will occasionally say, out of the blue, "i miss Rana".  Rana is the sitter who looked after her at the second daycare she was at while I was working.  Today, we were driving on the road that we would take to drop her off there and she said it again.  I feel a bit bad for her every time she says it cause I do think she enjoyed playing with the kids there.  Usually after she says she misses Rana she names the little girls she played with there - Sophie (who used to be "Hophie"), Chelsea and Elly.  It's funny cause somehow I asked her once a long time ago if she missed Rana and she picked up on that and says it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-3993909477381868238?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3993909477381868238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=3993909477381868238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3993909477381868238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3993909477381868238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/miss-rana.html' title='Miss Rana'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-5894472542075756455</id><published>2008-06-25T09:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:31:59.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Bye</title><content type='html'>Well, Norah knows that when daddy wears his suit, he's going to work.  Now, as soon as she sees him with his dress shirt and pants on, even if he's not leaving for another 15 minutes, she says "bye bye daddy, see you soon".  It's quite cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-5894472542075756455?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5894472542075756455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=5894472542075756455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/5894472542075756455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/5894472542075756455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/saying-bye.html' title='Saying Bye'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-1578972374615241953</id><published>2008-06-20T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:27:29.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind Strangers</title><content type='html'>Well, I've now fully realized and accepted that Jack is not a real portable evening baby...and that he for sure doesn't do well shopping.  Last night I took him grocery shopping wondering if he was different now than he was a couple of weeks ago with shopping...he's not.  I left right after I had fed him so I knew he wasn't hungry, but he cried/screamed almost the whole time I was in Superstore.  By the time I got to bagging my groceries, I had the sympathy of several strangers around.  I kept having to alternate between bagging a few groceries and then putting and trying to keep the soother in his mouth.   The lady behind me in line offered to, and did, hold his soother in for me while I quickly bagged as much as I could.  In the meantime this really nice older couple was walking by and looking at me (he's not the quietest cryer so I think almost everyone in the checkout area heard him cause he was real worked up and mad by this point).  The lady came over and helped me  bag the rest of my groceries so I could get out of there.  And then just when I put the last of my groceries in the cart, the lady from the customer service desk came over and asked if there was something she could help me with.  I told her I was thankfully done and leaving.  I was so thankful for the help of these kind strangers cause I honestly have very little tolerance for crying and my stress level continues to rise as the crying continues.  Not sure if they felt sorry for me or just wanted me out of there fast, too so they didn't have to listen to it anymore!  In any case, little Jack will not be making trips to the grocery store anymore for quite awhile...that's OK though - just the way his little body and mind are wired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-1578972374615241953?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1578972374615241953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=1578972374615241953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1578972374615241953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1578972374615241953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/kind-strangers.html' title='Kind Strangers'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-7927816583672998058</id><published>2008-06-17T18:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:43:10.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Stop Talk</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't realize how much Norah chattered until my sister recently asked her if she just talks all day long.  Then I thought about it and realized how true that is -from the moment she gets up till she goes to bed basically.  Maybe that's why I need the break in the afternoon when she naps for silence if nothing else!  And it's getting progressively worse now that she's had an attentive audience of Nanna, Poppa and Uncle Dan for the last several days.  It's very cute to hear all the new words and phrases that she comes up with and mimics,  but man sometimes I do have to say I wish she had an "off" button or at least a volume button!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-7927816583672998058?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7927816583672998058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=7927816583672998058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7927816583672998058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/7927816583672998058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/non-stop-talk.html' title='Non Stop Talk'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-3978524159290210508</id><published>2008-06-17T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:52:35.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys</title><content type='html'>So the last couple of days when I've gotten Norah up from her nap have been so cute.  Today for example, I thought I had heard her awake but wasn't sure.  So eventually I went closer to her room and just heard her happily singing and talking away.  When I went in there, she was sitting there talking to and holding a couple of her many "guys" (the numerous teddy bears she has in her bed with her).  Yesterday she had put a couple of them on her pillow and covered them with her "bankie".  It was so cute!!  Glad she has entertainment in her bed to keep her occupied - there's almost so many "guys" in there that she barely has room herself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-3978524159290210508?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3978524159290210508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=3978524159290210508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3978524159290210508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3978524159290210508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/guys.html' title='Guys'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-1067417725852954442</id><published>2008-06-12T08:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:08:45.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee-yuh!</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is what Norah says whenever someone toots or poops as she calls it.  I think she gets all those bodily functions mixed up and thinks they're the same thing.  Anyway, still on poop-watch for little Jack.  It's been 10 days since he last went...and counting.  I can't remember what Norah's record was - it was around the same time that she hardly ever went, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-1067417725852954442?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1067417725852954442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=1067417725852954442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1067417725852954442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/1067417725852954442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/pee-yuh.html' title='Pee-yuh!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-3995604120498862933</id><published>2008-06-11T23:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:14:38.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Minutes</title><content type='html'>I guess I must have used "2 minutes" as the warning time for a little too long.  Now often when we want Norah to do something, she'll look at us very seriously, lift her pointer finger and say "2 mintues".  I think if she knew how long 2 minutes really was, she wouldn't be so eager to say it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-3995604120498862933?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3995604120498862933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=3995604120498862933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3995604120498862933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3995604120498862933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-minutes.html' title='2 Minutes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-8241749294154710424</id><published>2008-06-11T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:13:23.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Independent</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's Norah nowadays! Everything is "I do it" or "Nowah do it". Which is great that she wants to learn and do those things, but it does require some patience. And some things just don't work so well yet for her to do them herself. But whether it's climbing into and buckling into her booster seat or her carseat, to just about anything else, she wants to do it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah also loves "su-shine" or the word at least! We bought &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SFAUqnslihI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nXUjsqBxbYA/s1600-h/DSC02564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210687491310717458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SFAUqnslihI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nXUjsqBxbYA/s320/DSC02564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a window shade for her window in the car cause otherwise &lt;/div&gt;we'd hear the entire car ride "su-shine in my eyes, su-shine in my eyes". It's quite cute, but gets a bit old! And whenever she wants to color in her coloring books, she wants you to look through every page to find the su-shine and then that's all she colors! And one time when we were playing with playdough, I made her a su-shine and now that's her request every time we get out the playdough - it's quite cute and thankfully something easy for me to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, this morning I wished I had a camera with me! I think it's a new phase we're getting into which kind of scares me a bit - getting closer to her wanting to pick out what she'll wear out of the house! Today I had to go to the chiropractor and she wanted to wear her sunglasses which was so cute. Then she wanted to take her purse as well! She just hangs it around her neck and it was so cute with her glasses on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a little something about Jack.  I noticed today the cutest thing.  Sometimes when he's about to cry, he sticks out his lower lip and whimpers just a bit.  It's the cutest thing (or at least his mommy thinks so!).  I think it happens when he's kind of on the verge of falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SFAUqnslihI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nXUjsqBxbYA/s1600-h/DSC02564.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-8241749294154710424?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8241749294154710424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=8241749294154710424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/8241749294154710424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/8241749294154710424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-miss-independent.html' title='Little Miss Independent'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SFAUqnslihI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nXUjsqBxbYA/s72-c/DSC02564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048179720957964136.post-3415016090316433739</id><published>2008-06-10T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:13:03.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So these first few posts will likely just be "catch up" ones where I'll just ramble about things that come to mind, not necessarily that they just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we'll start with Jack since he's the newest! I think with having a busy toddler to look after, and Jack not having been the happiest baby ever, I've kind of overlooked the really cute and amazing things about him as a newborn. Like for instance this afternoon I was sitting on the couch and when I finished nursing him, he just closed his eyes and was laying on my lap sleeping so peacefully. And that makes me think of how I need to enjoy this now cause if he's anything like Norah as an older baby, there will be no more baby falling asleep on my lap a few months from now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's starting to smile and make sounds like he wants to laugh. Last night Nate was lying on the floor right beside looking right at him and doing some funny faces or sounds or something and Jack was smiling away and thinking it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sometimes just looks up at you with these big wide eyes as if he's taking in all that he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll have some better and more interesting stories to post about him as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Norah, well, she's at an interesting point in life! She can test my patience to the absolute limit with her toddler antics, but she also does the absolute cutest things. I wish I could have a mental camera that would capture these images and stories in my brain forever. Like the other morning when I wanted to get her dressed, which is usually a big struggle to begin with. Well, I decided that day to give her her clothes and tell her to put them on. I turned my back and when I looked back, she was proudly wearing her gauchos - with both legs through one pant leg. It was so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she has the sharpest eyes - she can spot things that I would never have seen. When we look out her bedroom window, we can see into our neighbour's beautifully landscaped backyard and immediately saw a "gutterfly" on the far fence (one of those decorative ones). Then today we were getting into our truck outside our friend's house and she noticed some "gutterflys" (decorative again) a few houses away (decorative again) on the wall outside the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has gone through different phases or liking her bath or not liking it. Right now, she loves it. She is obsessed with "yetters" (letters) so we bought her some for the bath tub. She likes to say all the letters as she puts them up and displays them. I don't think she actually knows any letters but it's really cute to hear her say all the letters with such confidence! And as you can see in the picture, she also likes to line up all her little containers with water, and all her little duckies. Then the ducks drink out of the cups and all kinds of other things. She can keep herself entertained in there for quite a good long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210423827020303394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SE8k3VrGzCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p4E0iilNjE0/s320/DSC02683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking that I hadn't been consistent enough with having her say "please" when requesting something, and that she would never get the hang of it, she is now so good with it. And it's so cute to her "peas have more" whatever it is. Makes it so hard to say no when she asks so nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah has liked to sing since she was quite young. And it's so cute to hear. She'll look you in the eye and start to sing "Jesus Loves Me" in this high soprano tone that just melts your heart. She'll sing along with most of it and then with gusto "YES, Jesus loves me..." and so on. I really hope we can record it on our camera sometime when she doesn't know that's what we're doing cause I'd love to have a copy of that to watch later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed in the last few weeks that her imagination and role playing has taken off. It's quite cute to watch her when she doesn't know it or to hear what she's pretending. Grocery shopping is one of her favorites and she loves to play different things with all her "people" (her Little People and farm animals). She's also big into diaper changes on her dolls - too bad she's not as eager to get hers changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all I can think of for now. Who knows how often I'll post but hopefully as little things happen that we don't want to forget, I'll remember to post them and some pictures, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048179720957964136-3415016090316433739?l=nhbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3415016090316433739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048179720957964136&amp;postID=3415016090316433739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3415016090316433739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048179720957964136/posts/default/3415016090316433739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-thoughts.html' title='Some Thoughts'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568262490203285088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FsEPa-WqY9Y/SE8k3VrGzCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p4E0iilNjE0/s72-c/DSC02683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
