-very particular. gets her point across well.
-loves to be swaddled to sleep.
-is teething already (what?!)
-side profile consists of a round cheek with the very tip of nose and lips barely poking out
-really, really sweet
-doesn't, does NOT, like to be set down and someone walk away. wants to be held/sitting in someone's lap.
-adores bathtime and kicks and flaps her arms the whole time. the floor around the tub is soaked by the time you're done.
-is the very happiest in the morning, in bed, right when she's woken up.
-we tried the amber teething necklace on her and it made you her the fussiest she's ever been for the two days you had it on. maybe she hates hippie crap?
You still absolutely adore your sister. This morning I woke up to you and Ruby playing next to me in bed. And by playing I mean you taking a serious beating with Ruby's leaning elbows and being laid on. Sometimes you mind and cry a bit, but sometimes you're like
"i don't care! she's so cool! she can hurt me, i'll get over it!"
You just stare at her and smile or straight up laugh, it's wonderful.
Ruby, you're such a little mommy, sweetie. I'm so proud of you.
You love Nora so dearly, and it's not like a fad-type of love. It's real. You talk to her exactly how I spoke to you as a baby and it's so endearing. You share with her, snuggle her, comfort her, dance in front of her, peekaboo with her, and sing to her.
There are times when she's crying and I'll be in the kitchen and say "Ruby, can you play with Nora? Can you get her her sassa?" And you so kindly respond "um, no thank you."
Sometimes when she's crying for awhile you quietly say "it's ok, Nora. It's ok, Nora. IT'S OK, NORA!!!!" Haha, your little patience grows thin with a crying baby at times. Life used to just be you and was more quiet, I get it sweetie. But you've adjusted so amazingly well. There are times in the car when Nora's screaming, and you're sitting quietly, not making a peep. Not complaining, and even drifting off to sleep here and there. I'm so thankful and so proud of you.
I love you, our sweet girls.