Norah the Sleepy.
Norah, the Prophet.
I meant prophetess, but it didn't quite have the same PBS documentary ring to it. She was just prophesying here that she would need a changing within the hour. She was right too.

Norah, the Wee.

Norah, the Pale.

Norah, the 'What do you want?'
Norah, the Pale.
Norah, the 'What do you want?'
Now, in correlation to the Zoolander reference in a previous post, I have noticed that after diaper changes, Norah gives a 'Blue Steele' look (her most confident and clean look), but I can never photograph this because it always happens just after I pick her up and have my hands full. Attempts to take a picture while holding her with one arm have been awkward and ill-advised. In lieu of showing post-feeding/diaper change material, I will present a very common dance that Norah does pre-feeding (followed by the inevitable and congratulatory diaper change):
That's all for now, folks. She'll be coming soon to a theater near you. Or not. We rent a lot of movies these days.






























