A few days before our cruise, Norah decided she wanted to be called "Zippy". I'd say "Hey Norah!" She'd reply "No, I Zippy!" And then crack up laughing. Then she'd decide that she'd want to be "Cubby". I don't know how she comes up with this stuff.
Here's Cubby aka Zippy aka Norah-Kate enjoying a chocolate ice cream cone on the ship with Nancy. Jim and I came back from a day of diving and I grabbed this little rascal in my arms. When I snuggled in to kiss her, I said "Hey....I smell chocolate." Sure enough. Here's the proof.
Norah's got a pulmonologist appointment this afternoon. I'll provide an update later.
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