Although I have written a fair amount about Kemper and his travels with me, I have not given Nora her due credit. The munchkin was a trooper on the trails, much better in fact than the minion was at his age. For anyone who knows me, you can see from Nora’s face and general baby-bulbousness, the apple did not fall far from the tree. There is, as I am wont to say, no denying that this one belongs to me.
She is a mellow little thing, until something lights her red hair on fire, and then she can throw a tantrum with the best of them. Yes, she gets this from me, too. She adores Kemper, and if she had her druthers, she would just follow around him the whole day keeping him company and playing with whatever toys he didn’t requisition from her (with force) because they were too small, and she might choke on them.
Because her mind is curious and wanders, she is great for candids (as this shot attests), and I look forward to using her as a subject as she grows up around me with speed that I didn’t think was possible, even though I have seen it firsthand with Kemper.