* Norah no longer says “deseasers” when she means “tweezers.”
* And “hotella” for “nutella.”
* When Cedar no longer runs through the house carrying her step-stool so she can hang with the humans over three feet tall.
* Picking out little girl clothes. Norah won’t let me dress her anymore.
* The pigtails!
* Norah’s imagination. Or as she says, “Mommy, I’m imaginating something.” Here is a recent example. Norah and her friend Ryleigh had a playdate a few months ago. Ryleigh has a stuffed Rudolph. Norah has a stuffed Clarice. A week ago, Clarice gave birth to a small moose named Clancy. Clarice has been a great mom. Norah makes sure that Clancy is nursed to sleep each night and fed on demand throughout the day. However, Norah has tremendous anxiety because Rudolph has not met his son. I’m talking quite the tantrums to see Ryleigh RIGHT NOW. I did call Ryleigh’s mom so she could tell Rudolph about his son. And we have a playdate arranged this week so the family can be re-united.
I should mention that the little plastic guy in the picture is Hansel. He is forlorn because Ryleigh has his wife, Gretel. He’s waiting for the playdate, too.
* I’m going to miss babywearing. Cedar already wants to (GASP) ride in the shopping cart!
Many more things will be missed. What will not be missed is the screaming sibling fight that is breaking out AS I TYPE. “My castle! I had it first!”
Better wrap this up!