How She Rolls

Mornings at the GVZ house are a bit challenging. I have to: get myself ready for work, feed Norah breakfast, make her lunch for the day, get her dressed, clean up the kitchen, read 9,456 books, and hold Norah up while she turns the light switch in the hallway on and off 3,456 times. BVZ has to get himself ready for work and feed the cat. Norah helps out a ton by putting on her own hat and walking around the house collecting crap in her cart.

As a funny aside, we went out for pasta last night and the entire time at dinner there was a cute little boy (probably about three) across the restaurant who waved and smiled and made googly eyes at Norah the entire time. She was so not interested because there were kalamata olives on the table and all her attention was focused on sucking them down. We made the tragic mistake of giving her a bit of cannoli for dessert and that little bit of sugar sent her into outer space (in a good, hilarious way). I paid the bill while BVZ took her outside to tear up and down the sidewalk. We let her run down the block one way and as we walked back the other we ran into the family with the little boy. He had two older sisters who teased and taunted him and said 'ooooh, Sammy, there she is... you better kiss her... oooooh, Sammy' while poor Sammy looked humiliated. The dad said, 'your little girl is so cute, we've been calling her Sammy's girlfriend all dinner, hope that was okay.' HA. Norah wanted NOTHING to do with Sammy. Instead she wanted to collect rocks. She's a heart breaker, that one.

As a not so funny aside, work is insane for the next few weeks, so don't expect any updates until December. Bah Humbug.