Nora has been stuck to me like glue. I needed some space. So I put on a show for her then went in my room and locked the door (like all good moms). Not five minutes later, there is a knock on my door. "Go awayyy!" I moaned. The small voice talking into the crack of the door replied, "No, it's just me, Nora. Mommy, it's just me, Nora." And of course the cuteness of that was enough to get me to unlock my door and allow her to resume her position of trying to crawl back into my uterus.
But we did dye easter eggs today. And we played at the river. And we set up the bounce house/water slide thing. So I don't feel too terrible about trying to lock myself in my room.
