So, Norah Beans, what's she up to as of late?
Well, all kinds of stuff, actually. She turned 3 a few weeks ago, you know, so now she's got a full-blown LIFE. Complete with exta-curriculars and everything. She's taking swimming lessons on Saturdays right now, and she's doing Zumba on Thursdays. Zumba, right?! It wouldn't have occurred to me either, but her school offers it and they had a free class last week, and turns out, dancing around like a wild person to wild music is right up Norah's alley! We always knew some kind of refined dancing wouldn't really jive with her personality, but this? This makes sense.
She's also a chatty-Cathy lately. We do all kinds of talking now, and some of our riveting conversations have included the following pertinent information: Tigers are kinda scary, but she likes kangaroos; she wishes she had a Tinker Bell on hand so she could fly -- she needs Tink's pixie dust; and, can you believe this? Some kids at school do NOT have Scooter dogs! The very idea, right? (Their parents must enjoy not waking up to dog yak first thing in the morning.)
Lastly, we can't seem to get her out of our bed lately. She's like a case of bed bugs and our bedroom is like an NYC hotel room. Sometimes she waits until the very wee hours of morning, like 5:30 or 6 am, to sneak in; other times though, she just appears there around 2 or 3 am, and I only know she's there because I wake up with her leg draped across my neck.
Between her delivering a roundhouse to my head each night, and Scooter crowding my feet each night, I either need a bigger bed, or Norah does -- so I can go sleep in there!
This dude just remains the cutest little bugger ever.