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The transitioning of Nora to the time change was surprisingly smooth. As a result, I should have had a bit of extra sleep this weekend, but to my great frustration and irritation, I was not able to sleep. Of course today I was dragging my ass out of bed as usual. I'm still pissed off about it.
I think I forgot to mention before that Nora has started to babble on about da-da-da-da. She doesn't know what she's saying, of course, but it's still super cute and John is thrilled. I have tried to point out that she's specifically asking for him now when she has a poopy diaper.
We seem to be running into some stranger anxiety, but it appears to be selective. I mean, people always check her out in the grocery store and my neighbor held her last weekend and she was fine and I've never seen her have problems with subs at daycare at all. However, she just screams at my parents, particularly my dad. I asked about it at daycare and I guess she sometimes gets like that here and there if it's someone she doesn't know, but really gets upset if it's the assistant director. My mom says she's getting a complex and she's trying to make the case for how it's because she doesn't get to see Nora enough. Really, she just needs to take a couple minutes to warm up to people. Like, when John's aunt stopped by a couple weeks ago, she picked her up right away and Nora got upset. So I took her back and she checked Jeanne out from a distance and within five minutes, she was just laughing her head off at her in a way I've never really seen her do before then.
I've asked John to warn his family that when we come up for Thanksgiving, they really can't swarm in on her like I know they would normally do because she will completely freak out with all those unfamiliar people in unfamiliar surroundings after being disoriented from the long car trip. One more reason I'm totally dreading this trip.
Anyway. Here's a picture of Nora trying to look like her daddy with a bubble beard.
I think I forgot to mention before that Nora has started to babble on about da-da-da-da. She doesn't know what she's saying, of course, but it's still super cute and John is thrilled. I have tried to point out that she's specifically asking for him now when she has a poopy diaper.
We seem to be running into some stranger anxiety, but it appears to be selective. I mean, people always check her out in the grocery store and my neighbor held her last weekend and she was fine and I've never seen her have problems with subs at daycare at all. However, she just screams at my parents, particularly my dad. I asked about it at daycare and I guess she sometimes gets like that here and there if it's someone she doesn't know, but really gets upset if it's the assistant director. My mom says she's getting a complex and she's trying to make the case for how it's because she doesn't get to see Nora enough. Really, she just needs to take a couple minutes to warm up to people. Like, when John's aunt stopped by a couple weeks ago, she picked her up right away and Nora got upset. So I took her back and she checked Jeanne out from a distance and within five minutes, she was just laughing her head off at her in a way I've never really seen her do before then.
I've asked John to warn his family that when we come up for Thanksgiving, they really can't swarm in on her like I know they would normally do because she will completely freak out with all those unfamiliar people in unfamiliar surroundings after being disoriented from the long car trip. One more reason I'm totally dreading this trip.
Anyway. Here's a picture of Nora trying to look like her daddy with a bubble beard.
