Norah-isms

Norah was being particularly funny this morning, and I wanted to write things down before I forget:

• This morning she came up to me, said "don't move" and then proceeded to wrap me up in a giant bear hug. She said, "you are in my cocoon."
• Norah loves medication of all kinds. If we let her she would take Motrin on an hourly basis. Lou's bottle of gas drops was on my bedside table and she asked what it was for. I told her it was medicine for Louie's toots and she asked if she could have some. Given that she has the toots of a grown man I said sure. I uncapped the bottle and she got a panicked look on her face and said, "wait, mom. Does it go in Louie's butt?"
• Norah has an, ahem, effective digestive system. She poops once a day, sometimes every other day, but more times than not it's a huge, huge, HUGE poop. We started calling her a hobo. Lately she's been demanding privacy when she poops but then will call us in to help her, ahem, clean up. This morning she asked me, "was it a hobo?"
• I love cereal but I don't like milk. As a result, there is always a half cup or so of milk left in my bowl every morning. Norah loves to finish the milk in my bowl, so it's a win-win. She was slurping it up at breakfast and it was dribbling all over the table. I gave her the side eye and asked if she had spilled any milk. She hesitated and I told her that it wasn't a big deal at all to spill milk and everyone does it, but if she does she needs to tell me so we can make sure to get it off our nice, new table. Not telling me is the problem, not the actual spill. She told me, "mom, I promise to always tell you if I spill milk. And cheese. But only the melted kind."

On a completely different note, here's the family picture from the pumpkin festival two weekends ago. It's not on a 1,700 lb pumpkin, but it's cute nonetheless.