Roomba Boom Boom

It's funny: I think not long after I posted about Nora's projectile vomit last time, she vomited on me again—right at my computer. She's a real pro. No jokin'. I just talked to my friend Lena who is a proud owner of a Roomba. I want one now. Badly. I feel like I'm always vacuuming my house. I want a robot to do it—or a monkey like I had mentioned before. These photos mark some fun things. Nora's first outdoor walk is in there. We finally set up her crib over the weekend. She also is smiling and cooing at the animals on her bouncy seat there at the bottom. Just yesterday, Nora started lifting up her head during tummy time. She's a tank! She's also eating and pooping a lot right now. I'm not sure what that's about, but it's making me hungry (well . . . not the poop part so much, but I suppose it's a function of me feeding her). I've started posting videos on facebook. I realized that my phone records videos with sound, and now I am happy. I worked too much yesterday. I think Nora's mad at me about it. I think that's why she keeps filling up her diapers. I intend to take it a little easier today. At least it looks like Scotland outside. I'm still totally craving chocolate chip cookies, and I keep making them. I'm hungry. I'm gonna go eat a sandwich or something.