Norah looks like someone's very old, very toothless, very happy grandma when she grins. She learned to blow raspberries over the weekend and can now sit in her highchair next to Atticus and compete in bubble-blowing contests. She had the mother of all poopy diapers this morning and it didn't bother her in the least until she realized that instead of being given her bottle she was being plopped into the tub. No more oatmeal for her until she goes off to college, or at least until she can manage her own bodily functions.
Atticus, as you can see, loves standing. Also popular: pulling books and CDs off of shelves, pulling on cords, and touching the dog's tags. He's been extremely clingy this week and wants to be held most of the time by either Paul or me. This is a wonderful sign that he's attaching to us, but it can be challenging when both kids want to be held RIGHT NOW and I'm home alone with them. Our various baby carriers have been a huge help on this front and I'm building strong muscles by carrying them.
We had a quiet family weekend - something we desperately needed. Our kids went on their first trip to the farmers market and the grocery store where they soaked up all sorts of attention. They are awfully cute.