The Princess and the Pole

As promised from in an earlier post, more on my crazy child and her obsessions....that I might add, have us a little concerned.

It all started when we visited New York when she was ten months old. That city has a lot of poles.

Poles in museums carefully guarding exhibits, that mommy and daddy had to run and catch said child from touching.

Poles in playparks built in the 60's all coated in colorful lead paint I'm sure. I actually remember screaming, ''Don't put your mouth on that!'' (shiver! yuck!)

Poles in the subway, even more revolting than the playground.

There was no favoritism shown, if it was round and stood about 30" out of the ground Nora was there checking it out.

Our dear friends, the Kroboths, pointed out that poles might not be a 'good' obsession?

We all laugh.

Nora can also put back a bottle.

Throws her head back and just DOWNS it. You can not break her concentration, she will finish it without coming up for air. In most cases, she finishes gives a big 'AHHHH, that was good milk' then slams the sippy onto the table. More or less she's taking milk 'shots'.....Fantastic, she's going to be popular at college parties.

You can just hear...chug, chug, chug, chug!

We all laugh.

Nora is also obsessed with princess, ALL things princess.

Crowns in every color with lots of beads...and oh don't forget feathers.

Wands with stars and sparkles and beads that we twirl with. Around and around and around trying to perfect the move.

Tutus or totos as Nora calls them. I can't convince her it's not a small dog wrapped around her waist. We have them in SO many colors and she's requested another one for Halloween to make her Tinkerbell.

Slippers. Some have glittter. Others have heals the light up. Some have feathers across the toe, a very boudoir look for a 3 year old.

Let we not forget the final touches for any princess...jewelry and make up. Oh how we love the lip lips (lipstick). She finds it and goes wild. Lip Lips from ear to ear in every color mommy owns.

We all laugh.

Nora is obsessed with nakedness.

She is my hippy child, running through the house giggling little streaker.

Can't keep a pair of panties on the girl..(note: the 'naked walk' moment from a weeks ago?)

It started with potty-training. The time when all toddlers become fixated on their privates and how they work.

We spewed our drinks the night Nora was naked, looks up and says, ''DAddy! I have a hole! I have a big hole! I liiiiike my hole'' OMG! We just really didn't know how to respond to that and have discussions with her since about privacy.....

We all laugh.

The problem is, you put all this together....poles, drinking, feathers and sparkles, and nakedness...

You get stripper.....let's hope a few years down the road this all fades away.