Atticus climbed into Norah's crib this afternoon. He'd tossed all his stuffed animals into the crib and then apparently decided to go in after them. I don't think it's ever occurred to him that he could climb out of his own crib and I hope he doesn't start anytime soon.
Norah danced for herself in the mirror for 45 minutes today while I folded laundry. I hope she always feels that gorgeous, hilarious, and intriguing.