"doinggggggg," "doinggggggg," is what I heard from the hallway earlier today. I walked out to see Norah having a grand ol' time snapping the door stop. She is delighted by the cutest of things and is usually very happy playing on her own. It's typically about dinner time when she crawls to my legs and whimpers, wanting to be picked up for snuggles.
She is happy on the go, being toted around to pick up the kids, run an errand or go for a walk. She is also happy at home. Norah loves to explore now. She pulls up on everything, eats her fair share of whatever it is she can get her hands on and stays out of trouble for the most part.
I cannot believe that she is almost 11 months old. Where has the time gone and how in the world can I slow it down?
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