I’m cracking up at Mallory sunbathing at school on Tuesday.
I love that her teachers send me these pictures!
I also love that another teacher sent me this note:
Mallory woke up today and said “Ms. Heather, I want a hug and I have a purple bathing suit that I’m going to show Alli.”
I love her.
Kim – I hope you are wearing Depends…
ETA: I asked Mallory to go grab the boppy from my room – I was going to put Carson on it to work on tummy time. But by the time she returned with the boppy, Carson was snuggled into the bouncy seat. Mallory asked if I needed the boppy to feed Carson, and after I said no, she said she was going to feed her baby. And the above is what transpired next.
As Mallory gets older, Rick & I have realized that we can’t have little snacks like we used to. You know, the handful of cheese-its or M&Ms or graham crackers we like to steal from the pantry. Because there is a toddler preschooler in our house who loves all things snacks. If you try to sneak something and she can tell you have your mouth full, she orders you to open your mouth with a bossy “Let me see in your mouth” which is usually followed by “can you share with me?”.
So Rick & I try and try to hide …
This is what happens when Mallory picks out her pajamas.
I have nothing against the tutu, but that top totally doesn’t go with those pajama bottoms.
…Mallory breastfed her baby.
Everyone had warned me that one day Mallory would imitate me feeding Carson…and the day was today. She pulled up her shirt and put her doll to her chest for about 5 seconds, and then switched sides and then pulled her shirt down. I.WAS.DYING.
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One of the football wives teaches music; we ran into her at the women’s academy on Saturday and I was telling her about how Mallory loves to sing. She asked me if we had any instruments or anything and I told her no.
Well Rick came home with a gift …
I got a new toy today…a new lens for my camera! It is a Canon EF 50mm f/1.8 II – and I first heard about it here (she takes some of the most awesome-ist photos of her kids…)
So, what can I do with this fancy lens? I should share that the only thing I remember from my photography class from last year is to keep the Aperture dialed way down. Or up. I can never remember. I think I want it dialed up which means I have a low number. Confusing, huh? Me too.
Anywho – here is my …
We had a fun date night with Alli & her folks last night. They got to the restaurant (TGIFridays…are you shocked?) first and when Mallory walked in, the two girls ran at each other like they hadn’t seen each other in like five years. Which, considering they are only 2.5 yrs old, is amazing. Carson slept the ENTIRE time we were there, which allowed me to thoroughly enjoy two ultimate margaritas, plus dinner AND dessert.
The girls were pretty good but a little wild and kept feeding off each other. Mallory had a messed up day – we’d spent most of …
Well, it is a week of poop around here.
Carson had his first true blowout today. You know, the kind of poop that climbs up the back of the onesie? Daycare calls it “lava poop” (it didn’t take Mallory six months to have her first blowout even though it reads that way in that post).
My mom was holding him and told me he needed a diaper. I guess my mom forgot the rule that whoever is holding the baby when he needs a diaper change is in charge of actually changing the diaper. But I changed him and it took like …
Well, today was a big day. My little girl “graduated” from the toddler room at daycare and will start in the preschool room on Monday. This means new teachers and new procedures. This new room is all about teaching the kids independence…for instance – at lunch, there is a table of cups (BIG kid cups, not sippy cups!) of water and milk and the kids go pick out their own drink for lunch time. No more daily report cards with potty & meal & nap details. And Mallory has her own cubby now (not just a hook) – Rick said …
Mallory, Carson & I went to my sister’s after school yesterday and Mallory stubbed her toe and got a nice little scrape on it. And because we were there so long and I didn’t want to make dinner, we planned to stop & get pizza on the way home.
Mallory told me “Pizza will make my toe feel better, mommy”.
Pizza solves a lot of my problems too.
She is my daughter.