This morning I got up at 4:45 to take my parents to the Bilbao airport. I was back home by 6:45, just in time for Marga to go off to work. I snuck in an hour of sleep until Nora woke up at 8:00 wanting breakfast. Her snot-encrusted philtrum was a pitiful sight. She’s been suffering from a sniffly mucusfest of a cold for the past two days, the poor thing.
About mid-morning, I put her in her crib for a few minutes (she immediately stood up) while I ran around the house doing some errands, and when I came back, she had taken her pants off. Today was hotter than it has been recently, so I understood her motivation. Still, it’s shocking when she accomplishes things like that. Oh, and she also turned over a chair in the dining room today while in her walker.