Nora is bored.
She's bored with the house. Bored with the playgym. Bored with everything, except going outside, meeting people or practicing standing up. Boredom shows itself by a rising level of sqealing and sqeaking if you put her down or stop talking to her for more than two minutes.
Today however, a new distraction. A Door bouncer, in which Nora's dainty feet delicately felt for the floor and for a few minutes she got the gist of bouncing. Then it got boring.
Aaaargh! (but so worth it to see her dainty feet testing out the ground, toes first, ballet style).
Nora's laughing has now become much more pronounced. It's relatively easy for me to set her up so she will emit a stupendous series of bubbly, staccato belly laughs, arching her far-too-skinny back forward as she looks at me with sparkling eyes full of joy. It leaves me craving more smiles, more laughter. Better than heroin, that's certain. Bouncing on the bed, or more accurately, me bouncing my arms on the bed and her jiggling between them is a ready source of amusement, as is my pretending to not be about to eat her up, then quickly nuzzling and grizzling into her shoulder.
On the far too skinny front, I didn't mention but her weight has gone down in growth rate terms from the 40th percentile to below the 9th. It doesn't take long to work out just how incredibly worried that makes me. It also doesn't take longer than 2 minutes with Nora to realise that she couldn't care less about it. Still, I'm shovelling her milk that she hasn't eaten back to her as fast as I can.
In other news, there are some more photos, primarily from Spain including this gorgeous pic - the first one of her smiling. I can't believe it took that long, she smiles at everything.