the day after ben returned home in glory (he flew in sunday night, & i'm pretty sure that i texted him sunday afternoon with these loving, wifely words: "GET. YOUR BUTT. HOME." haha.), we took sweet norah to get her four-month shots. which are the woooooorssssttt, as you can probably imagine.
we took these photos mere moments before doc plunged those incredibly sharp needles into her sweet chunker thighs. poor babe had no idea what was commminnng:
this smile was gone 3.5 seconds after these photos were taken. 3.......2.......
speaking of norah crying, i can sum up a solid hour & a half - at least - of our 5 hour plus flight to washington with this face:
hoo boy. it got pretty dicey there for a little bit. THERE IS NOWHERE TO TAKE A CRYING BABY ON A PLANE. most people don't know that. spread the word. ;) luckily, she slept the last two & a half hours of the flight, which hopefully was long enough for all the passengers within hearing distance of her (which was EVERY PASSENGER ON THE PLANE) to forget the earlier, ah, rougher, shall we say, hours of the flight.
but behold, we finally made it to seattle. look how beautiful it is!
i have this app that makes my phone chirp & flash to get the baby to look directly at the camera. upon such visual & aural assault from the app, norah makes this face:
baha. needless to say, i didn't use that app when i took these next photos. these are alllllll natural:
& i tried to get a side-by-side comparison going so we could see if norah looks anything like i did as a baby (she's all ben these days), using this old photo of my brother & i, but...........i'm not quite sure it worked :) i would have scrapped this project altogether, but norah made some real cute faces:
we pattern-match a solid 85% of the time:
mornings with pop:
dinners with the fam (in which handholding during prayer is suddenly instituted?):
& the days when we aren't matching patterns, we're matching colors:
i love this little ballcap for norah. it's a tad too big which kind of makes it EVEN BETTER, in my humb. opinion:
the line between happy & annoyed with norah is very, very fine. here's a little taste of it. her mouth is a smile but her eyes are OVER. IT.
so much space in any place that isn't our nyc apartment. take exhibit a, an exhibit i like to call "little girl on a big--really big--couch":
the other day i took norah out to lie in the grass for a little bit. it was her first interaction with the stuff--any other time we've done picnics or whatever, she's always had a blanket between her & it. i thought she might not like it (too itchy, or whatnot), but she loved the whole thing. she LOVED the grass. we ended up sitting out in our backyard for a solid half an hour, which is, like, 17 months in baby years, last time i checked.
these next ones are all kind of the same photo, but i'm pretty obsessed with her look of awe & wonder in each one. each of her looks in them are so, so sweet. we were sitting under a tree & she could not tear her eyes away from the leaves that were rustling in the wind: