Chantel requested more pictures of Nora. I'm always happy to comply. Ok, I'll admit, her outfit is a little odd, and with good reason. Last night, I had a dream that I had a migraine. I woke up, to find that I actually did have a migraine. My wonderful husband knows the drill: pain meds, cold washcloth, keep the kids quiet, do not disturb on threat of death or dismemberment. So, he got up with the girls, changed diapers, fed Lillian breakfast, made beds, and got them dressed. I like that guy, even if he picks out slightly mismatched things for the kids to wear.
Here she is, mesmerized by the camera. When Lillian was born, I thought she looked very much like a Ball. Nora, I think, has much more Calder in her. I mean, look at those eyebrows. They're actually my sister Amy's, I stole them and put them on my baby. Also, notice the burp cloth under her head. See yesterday's post.
Lillian was not to be left out of our photo shoot. She's trying to show off her nails. Somehow, it's not working.
I hate this toy. Mr. The King is very loud and makes racing noises at the slightest provocation. Somehow, he snuck into the diaper bag last Sunday, so at the every jiggle, the bag would yell, "Out of the way!"