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Our little Norabelle seems to have turned into a toddler overnight! She seems determined to turn herself into quality big sister material before her little sister arrives in March. And while it kills me that this is late (really, really late, especially since I didn't update at thirteen months), I need to get this down before I forget what a precious little love she is at this age.At 14 months,

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If you've ever been to my house at Christmas, you've seen a large painting above my fireplace that looks, well, a lot like the one perched on our kitchen table tree. I painted it when I was pregnant with Phoebe, and it is by far my favorite Christmas decoration. It's a 2'x3' reminder to be joyful. (Sometimes I think it needs to be billboard sized, just to get the message into my thick skull.

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The other night, I was straight up exhausted. Michael had to go out after dinner to do some work and Nora's nights were still pretty rotten, so I begged off dish duty and Michael graciously sent me to bed to rest for a half hour or so before he had to leave.Phoebe was playing with babies while Michael cleaned up the kitchen, and this was the conversation I overheard:Michael: Oh, Phoebe! Are you

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Today's been a bit of a down day. Nora threw up on me - and my shoes - before breakfast today, and it sort of put me in a sour mood. But this picture made me happy. And naptime is really no small blessing on days like today. So here's a little happy for my heart - and possibly for yours, too.(Can you find my little sick Bunny under all those babies?)Also, help is needed:Assuming no one is

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It all started innocently enough. Michael and I both came down with "the crud", but the girls managed to stay healthy. It was never enough to knock us completely off our feet, but it was really annoying to have to haul around the tissue box and a pack of cough drops for two weeks.The thought crossed my mind that maybe, just maybe, the girls had some built up immunity that would carry us through

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Yesterday, Phoebe woke from her nap delighted to discover a tiny rainbow atop our coffee table. She in fact found several rainbows, little spectra bouncing about our front rooms, thanks to a prism in the glass of our front door. She chased them, tried to grasp them, and giggled when she spotted them on her hands or dress.After several minutes, we bid farewell to the rainbows. (I wanted to get

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I keep feeling as if I have nothing to say here anymore, and yet... my days are full of little moments that I want to treasure up, to record for my own delight. And so, here I am. Again.---I had the girls gathered up in my lap this afternoon, just before nap time. Phoebe had chosen a book that both she and Nora would enjoy, and we shared a story together. (Story sharing can be difficult when

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Nora, my sweet little baby (at least until March), is already ONE! I think I've been in denial about her growing up... but really, one?! Already? Evidently the seasons march on, even before a mama is ready for them to.We celebrated Nora's first year quietly - just family, as has become our tradition - but Nora didn't seem to mind, especially since she got to smash cupcakes on two different days!

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While Daddy was watching some baseball with Phoebe curled up on his lap:Michael: Phoebe, what team does Daddy like?Phoebe: (Thinks for a minute)...the Braves!M: Good girl! What team does Pops like?P: Mmmm...Red Sox!M: Phoebe, what team do you like?P: (Thinks for a long time)....Phoebe like pink!

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Nora, my "itty bitty", is certainly not very itty bitty anymore. A month away from one (!), she becomes more of a little person every day. Since Nora's ten month day fell during my break from blogging, it's been a while since Nora has had an update all to herself. It's amazing how much this little eleven month old can do!At eleven months, Nora...is a beautiful, predictable sleeper...most of

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Yesterday, I sat with a chirping Norabelle in my lap and was overwhelmed with delight in her. What a precious gift she is! She is so different from the sister that she adores, and yet no less wonderful. And at that moment, I could hardly contain my excitement over this newest baby, set to arrive in just six months!My hands are certainly full -- and will be moreso when the new baby arrives --

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It wasn't my intention at first to stay silent for my entire first trimester. But the truth is, I had a more intense trimester than with either of the girls and I found myself with literally nothing to say. Once the sickness hit at six weeks and I started napping for the girls' entire naptime every day, I had to strip down my commitments to the bare minimum. Fortunately, survival mode only

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In my last post, some of you were amazed at how big Nora had gotten! She really does look like she's almost as big as Phoebe... and she feels like it, too! (She weighs about five pounds less than Phoebe right now.)I always wanted a sister growing up so that I could share clothes with someone. Phoebe and Nora are starting this pretty early on. What do you think?Oh yes. You read that shirt

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These "Things" have been keeping me pretty busy lately! In the midst of our normally busy life at home, we also have had a couple of viruses, Nora's got an ear infection, and I'm just trying to make sure we're eating and wearing clean clothes. (We are, by the way!) Thankfully, it sounds like those "Things" have finally settled in for their naps... so I'm going to go take one, too, while I

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Nine months? Really? These months with our Norabelle have flown by. I don't know if it's having a toddler in the house or what... but it seems like just a moment ago that I was pregnant with Nora. I'm amazed that she has now been here with us as long as she was gestating.Nora remains our happy little love. She still seems like such a baby to me, where I know at nine months, Phoebe seemed

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Last night as we were getting ready to eat dinner, Michael was telling Phoebe about all the people he loved. He'd named all the usual suspects, as you would expect. And then he said,"Phoebe, who does Daddy love most of all?"And without missing a beat, Phoebe answered:"Jesus!"May our little girls always know that Jesus is to be loved most of all...

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For over a week, Phoebe has talked about getting on Pops' boat and using her pink "fishy" pole. She finally got her wish on Saturday (although the only fishing she did that day was out of a goldfish snack pack). But y'all, I'm beat. More to come when these bags get unpacked and the grocery shopping is done.

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About a month ago, my Uncle Steve introduced Phoebe to a new friend. I wasn't sure what Phoebe would think of this new friend; she is, well, a little different. But much to my surprise the girls became fast friends, and the relationship has continued to blossom since then.Meet Karen:Karen likes taking naps with Phoebe, going for car rides, doing arts and crafts... I'm amazed at how similar

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We had another winning library bag this week! Some of our favorites from our most recent trip are (in no particular order):Caps for Sale. I remember seeing this book on Reading Rainbow growing up, and I remember loving it. I wasn't sure if it would be too long for Phoebe, but she loves hats... and she loves monkeys... so it was a sure-fire win. She's chosen it several times for our bedtime read

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My coffee hasn't kicked in yet, especially since I switched it to half-caf last week. But since everyone's dying to know about potty training...and the minutia of our days...I figured I'd throw up a random post to tide me over until I can write something of substance.Michael put together our new grill this weekend. The old one...well, it bit the dust. And then became a nest for some Carolina

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We've been potty training this week, as if you hadn't noticed. Save for a brief hiatus yesterday afternoon when I thought Phoebe was catching a stomach bug, we've been all potty, all the time, since Tuesday morning. Which means that every twenty minutes or so, we're singing songs in the bathroom while Phoebe hangs out on the potty chair.About eighty-nine percent of my mental energy is expended

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Phoebe isn't the only one doing big things around here. Nora seems to be getting bigger by the minute, too! It's as if she has caught the "getting big" bug and just wants to join her sister.In just the last week, Nora has:started babbling (instead of her typical dinosaur screech)started signing "more" very enthusiasticallystarted clappingstarted wavingflipped onto her knees and started rocking.

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Today started off a little rocky. Because it was called, "Toilet Training in Less Than a Day", I assumed we'd be completely trained. By tonight. Let's just say my expectations may have been a little high. I also started out extremely stressed out about the whole thing, in spite of my desires for a "fun" day of potty training. By 9:45, I'd had to wash all three (and only three) pairs of

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Phoebe loves to be big. Sometimes, she'll stand up on a chair in the kitchen, stretch her arms above her head, and say, "BIIIIIIIG" in her "big girl" voice. But then, what two-year-old doesn't love to be a little big?If you've ever had a conversation with me about potty training, you know I've been in no rush. I'm comfortable with diapers, diapering two isn't really that much more difficult

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Yesterday was Father's Day and, although I had the best intentions, I wasn't able to get written any public praise for my sweet husband. That's a little bit how holidays go around our house, I'm afraid -- lots of good intentions, with a slightly sketchy follow through. In fact, Michael had a sort of rough morning yesterday; fortunately, I think his day improved (swimming and steak, anyone?) and

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