Word on the Street

So, tonight we were just about to put Nora to bed. We said our prayers, and Jonathan asked Nora for a kiss. As he so often does, he asked Nora if she wanted to rub his whiskers. (Yes, my studly husband has a beard these days for those of you who haven't seen him in a while). Nora, of course, was happy to oblige her daddy and rubbed his beard. She then looked at me and said, "blah, blah, blah, Mommy whiskers?" and proceeded to rub my face just like she does Jonathan's.

Um, hello, do I LOOK like I have whiskers? Jonathan thought that was hysterical while I tried to explain to Nora that Mommy doesn't have a beard. Only Daddy does. Right? Are you not telling me something?

Thought it was cute. Thought I'd share.

Word on the street......

As Nora is now in the beginning stages of talking, I figure I will have lots to report about her many antics and funny sayings and expressions. Therefore, I decided to start a series of blogging called "Word on the street" where I'll post some of Nora's sayings from time to time.

Here's one for ya:

At dinner tonight out at a restaurant, it appears that Nora decided she was ready to search for a new father. Every time a male waiter would come to the table to fill a glass with water, deliver food, or bring some bread, she would look up at them and say questioningly, "Da da???" They would immediately get nervous and leave the scene as quickly as possible. Good thing there's no question about who Nora's daddy is. Could she look anymore like him?