Happy 9 months Norah Dee!

I'm late again on this one, but only by a week, which isn't too bad. Norah is continuing to speed through her first year and is now 9 months old already. This is my favorite infant age (rivaled only by the teeny tiny snuggling newborn stage; although the sleep deprivation knocks that to a close second). 

Norah is such a sweet and joyful baby. She is mobile and pulling up to stand on everything she can reach. She growls like a jungle cat just to hear her own voice and she can be quite the sassy pants when she isn't getting her way. She giggles at everything Eli says and follows him around the house like a puppy despite the fact that he knocks her over, steals all her toys from her, and barges into her room with a war cry to wake her up from her naps. She has rolls on every part of her body covered in skin and we no longer have to worry that she might not be getting enough to eat. Yesterday I found a Cheerio burried in one of her chins 5 hours after she had actually eaten Cheerios.  She is happy and healthy and we think we'll keep her around for a while. 

Notice how Norah sucks her first two fingers on her left hand. She's done this since she was 3 months old.

These are the same two fingers Eli has also sucked since he was born, just opposite hand. Crazy huh?