Nora-isms

My mom: “Mommy and Daddy went out on a date to a restaurant.”
Nora: “Oh. Did they go to Applebee’s?”
(Important to note that she’s eaten at Applebee’s maybe three times in her three years. I guess it made an impression on her! LOL)

As she’s picking up her toys off of the floor in the family room, to make space to roll a ball around:
“It’s a mess! I can’t stand it!”

We were contemplating how to spend the hour or so before we were going to get dinner started.
“Nora, do you want to go to Target? Or do you want to watch some of Frozen?” I asked.
“I have an idea,” she responded, almost immediately. “Let’s go to Target, THEN watch Frozen.”
Alrighty then.

Watching the beginning of Frozen, when young Anna jumps on young Elsa while she’s sleeping to wake her and asks if she wants to build a snowman.
“Mommy, when Vivienne gets big, she can jump on me when I’m sleeping and I’ll push her off.”
(This is what Elsa does to Anna, but still…)

When I was off from work for a week between leaving my old job and starting my new, I took Nora out to lunch at Five Guys. First, we were waiting for the food, and with her chin in her hand, she said, exasperated, “This is taking FOREVER.” And then, as I was cutting up her hot dog for her, she randomly said to me:
“Mommy, I’m 3.”
“Yes, honey, you’re 3.” I confirmed.
“It’s fun being 3!”

I was having an argument with her over getting dressed. She turns to me, and with huge attitude, says, “MOMMY! Daddy’s funny, and YOU’RE NOT.” I guess that was the best insult she could think of at that moment. I had to hide my face to shield the laughing. I might not be funny, but she sure is.

On Saturday, we pulled up to my new office and parked. Nora looked around.
“Mommy, where’s BJ’s?”
“BJ’s? What do you mean?” I asked.
“You said your new work was near BJ’s.”
“No, actually, I said my new work was near Trader Joe’s.”
(Smacks her forehead) “Ohhhhhhh!” she chuckled at herself. “I thought it was BJ’s.”

I came downstairs from putting Vivienne down for a nap to find that Nora had picked up all of the toys in the family room and cleared the floor.
“Look, Mommy!” she exclaimed. “I cleaned up all by myself! You’re going to be so proud of me!”

I LOVE this kid. Nowadays, she usually talks the ENTIRE.WAY.HOME from daycare every day. Like literally does not stop talking. She gets going on the most random things sometimes and will ask a million questions, or comment incessantly about it all.

She can count to about 15 reliably, then starts skipping around. “…12, 13, 14, 15, 25, 22, 28, 29…” It’s hysterical.

She thinks any and all little girls are her “friends,” and they are very important to her. As she’s getting dressed, she’ll sometimes say, “Mommy, my friends will like my shirt.” Or “my friends will love my headband.” It doesn’t matter if she’s met them one time or if she sees them every day… every single one is her friend. She also asks me about my friends all of the time. “Mommy, what your friends’ names?” or “Who your friends at work, Mommy?” or “I know your friends!” and she’ll start listing them off.

Nora Grace, you make us smile every day with the things that come out of your mouth. You are smart, inquisitive, funny, and loving. I hope I will always remember what you were like at this age.