An impressionistic version will have to suffice since any social occasion involving and including Nora consists of spending at leasy 60% of your time looking after said person (the overlapping 10% is the bit where you're looking around and hoping that everyone is where they really ought to be).
Nora climbing up the wide, flat marble steps from the bowl area behind the bar... then sliding down them on her tummy, only looking behind near the bottom (needles to say, I'm there holding my hand in appropriately "don't you dare smack your head on the floor, you nut", type places)...
Realised that she gets shy at home with new people. Here, she was happy to be held by anyone as long as one of us was around.
Spending the afternoon having anything approaching 1-20 word conversations with most people in the room but managing a relatively reasonable two way discusion with Quinn. About babies, naturally.
Suddenly finding myself eating bagels and cream cheese.
Nora not sleeping in her trolly, poor love and getting very upset with us for trying to make her lie down (I'm sorry, darling). This was screamingly unusual and I hope to god she will go to sleep in her trolley next time around, otherwise, we're buggered!
I just remembered one other thing. Nora at full height is approx 1 inch smaller that Ada, who is coming up to her second birthday, and is *not* small. We really have to measure her, she hasn't been measured since she was eight months.
And and aaaaand a lovely afternoon had by all. Hooray!