Nora turned ten months old on Sunday. Her grandparents and aunt came to have lunch. After breaking the hamburger rhythm with her previous month birthday on Christmas Eve, I decided to make a hamburger pie (aka. Cottage Pie) instead. It was delicious, of course. Most importantly, we had cake!


She really never looked away from the flame until we removed the candle.

Playing with a horrible-knockoff-of-Winnie-the-Pooh toy she got.

Happy birthday, kiddo! I can’t believe you’ve almost made it all the way around the sun!










