Sweet Southern Comfort

I cannot tell you how many times I have heard "look at those blue eyes!" since Nora was born, but it I didn't fully realize it until I heard it in 100 sweet southern accents.

Ohhh myy, would you jus look a' them briiight blue ahhes.

We really should have kept a tally. 

To rewind a bit: we spent about four days visiting Ryan's sister and brother-in-law in Georgia last week.  Nora caught her first cold the day before we left, and we were very worried that her sniffles would make for some very ugly plane rides (in which people surrounding would not comment on her blue eyes, but instead would say something like "that kid cried the whole dang flight!"). But, our sweet little trooper was a good little traveller, and aside from one short fussy stint on the flight from Cleveland to Atlanta, she was a happy girl. 

My (and her) favorite part of the whole trip: the Georgia Aquarium. 

She stood here for probably 15 minutes, watching the bright fish swim.

How cool is this?  Hanging with Daddy, looking at the sharks.

 

Those blue eyes have never been so wide.  She would have looked at those big tanks all day, turning around only to look at us, as if to say "Daddy, can we get an aquarium? With bright orange fish? And a beluga whale?"

 

She also did a really good job showing Aunt A and Uncle C where their house needs babyproofing. Good practice for about a year from now when her new cousin will be crawling around those floors looking for teeny tiny objects and seeing how many books she can pull off the shelves.