Two plane rides, one very long, one very short; a long and sleepy car ride; half a night in a hotel; one more very long car ride; and a windy, beautiful boat ride later... we were finally there! Norah was a rock star through it all. Worst part for her: life vest. Worst part for me: knowing this is going to happen all over again in ten days!
We shop, play house with our dollies, run errands, play at the park, see the City, visit the zoo, and every once in awhile if our minds, hearts and bodies are prepared we hit up Ikea! All together. Buddies. This is the part of having a daughter I was waiting for.... being girls side by side, of course. Do I really get seventeen more years of this? DEAL! Soon I know she'll be telling me all about it, all about everything, and if it weren't for the bliss of this moment at fourteen and a half months, I wouldn't be able to wait!
Each night I try to keep Norah really busy and distracted so that she'll be able to stay awake until Daddy makes it home. He insists. This way he can take her for her nightly nature walk, where they touch trees, put their noses to the blooms, blow the parachutes, and watch the wind carry them away. When she finally returns to me to hear her lullabies she smells of grass instead of baby, but it's oh so worth it... they say.
Kitty, is that you? Quit taking pictures and get me out of here, momma!
