...with the real queen ;-)
...with the pirate mac Grant
Monday, October 20, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
The Cutest Pumpkin in the Whole Patch
Naturally.
We went to Carolyn's Pumpkin Patch with Grandma and Grandpa to pick out pumpkins the good old fashion way. While we were there, we road the train, fed the goats, watched a pig race and ate kettle corn.
We went to Carolyn's Pumpkin Patch with Grandma and Grandpa to pick out pumpkins the good old fashion way. While we were there, we road the train, fed the goats, watched a pig race and ate kettle corn.
BFFs
We live in an old historic neighborhood that has gone from very few children to nearly a dozen in only a few years time. We get together for play dates, neighborhood BBQs, to celebrate birthdays, and holidays. They are our extended family. The moms are my support system and their children are Mallory's playmates. We are truely blessed to have such wonderful people in our lives and right next door.
our most recent outing: The Zoo
A weekly event: walk to the park complete with snacks
our most recent outing: The Zoo
A weekly event: walk to the park complete with snacks
Gymnastics
We decided to sign Mallory up for a parent-tot gymnastics class. I'm not sure who get's the better work out out of the deal... Mama or Mallory.
We invited Grandma and Grandpa to come watch and take a few pictures while they were in town so they could see Mallory in action.
The class consists of 5 toddlers and their parents and 1 teacher. It is set up in a circuit and the mom's task is to keep the kid on task. This means no throwing balls out of the ball pit, no stealing the stuffed animals off the balance beam, waiting your turn for the trampoline and getting off when the turn is over, etc...
The class is only 30 minutes long, but leaves all the moms sweatier than the kids.
It's been a great experience for both of us. It is now clear that Mallory can follow simple instructions, when she wants to... and she can decide to disobey and she knows it. This usually results in a "talk" and sometimes a quick tantrum. Then it's back to summersaults and tunnel crawling in no time.
Several of Mallory's friends were in the class to, Kolby, Riley and Grant. The kids all get a treat at the end of class... and their favorite is sucker day! This makes for a nice sticky ride home ;-)
We invited Grandma and Grandpa to come watch and take a few pictures while they were in town so they could see Mallory in action.
The class consists of 5 toddlers and their parents and 1 teacher. It is set up in a circuit and the mom's task is to keep the kid on task. This means no throwing balls out of the ball pit, no stealing the stuffed animals off the balance beam, waiting your turn for the trampoline and getting off when the turn is over, etc...
The class is only 30 minutes long, but leaves all the moms sweatier than the kids.
It's been a great experience for both of us. It is now clear that Mallory can follow simple instructions, when she wants to... and she can decide to disobey and she knows it. This usually results in a "talk" and sometimes a quick tantrum. Then it's back to summersaults and tunnel crawling in no time.
Several of Mallory's friends were in the class to, Kolby, Riley and Grant. The kids all get a treat at the end of class... and their favorite is sucker day! This makes for a nice sticky ride home ;-)
Friday, September 5, 2008
18 months old
Happy 1/2 b-day sassy pants.
At a whopping 30 pounds and 35 inches tall, the Dr says you're off the charts and the size of a 2 year old, so slow down. Now I guess I know why random strangers look at me weird when they try to talk to you, and you jibber jabber back instead of talking in complete sentences. You have a few dozen words in your vocabulary now and you are putting them together, but a lot of them sound the same. No one knows what you are really saying except Mama, Daddy, G-ma and Papa. We have no trouble recognizing the "I love you" that sounds more like "I wha yo."
However, you have decided to start acting like a 2 year old before you're actually 2 years old.
Tantrums. Oh, the tantrums. It's so hard to decide between the red or green cup... why can't you just have them both? Choices, my dear. Life is all about choices.
Today, for example, I'm choosing NOT to accept the fact that you are getting bigger and more independent every day. Instead, I will pick you up from G-ma and Papa after work and hope that you will cuddle with me and lay your head down on my shoulder... for at least 2 seconds, like you did when you were only a few months old.
The best part about you turning 1 1/2 is that you are your own little person. You know what you want, and you usually know where it is or how to get it. The question is, are you allowed to have it? Coloring book and crayons, yes. Daddy's opened full Pepsi can, no. The thing is, you know you're not allowed to have Daddy's soda, but you still try. Every day. Multiple times a day. But you're learning. We're both learning. If we say "no" everyday, maybe one day you won't act surprised when we say "no." Maybe one day you won't fuss and make the pouty face when we tell you "no." Maybe one day you'll stop asking.
But I don't mind. I like that you know what you want and what you like. I like that you know to get your shoes before we go outside and try to put them on your feet. I like watching your curious little mind try to figure out how to get your feet into the shoes. I like that when you can't figure it out, you bring Mama her shoes to put on to watch how I do it. I like that when you give up on your own feet you will go get your baby doll, tell her to "sit down," and put your shoes on the baby doll's feet. You're kind of bossy, but that's the way most big sisters are, so you're right on track.
We tell you, "There's a baby in Mama's belly."
You ask, "where's?" with your arms raised in the air.
"In Mama's belly. You want to kiss the baby?"
You nod yes and lean forward and hug and kiss your baby sister.
"Now, can Mama and Daddy have a kiss?"
You turn sideways and push your right shoulder up and say "Nooooooooo," with inflection in your voice as if it's a question.
Ok, Fine. Maybe next time.
So, Happy 1/2 birthday baby girl. You bring us joy and laughter with a pinch of a lesson in patience every day.
We love you.
At a whopping 30 pounds and 35 inches tall, the Dr says you're off the charts and the size of a 2 year old, so slow down. Now I guess I know why random strangers look at me weird when they try to talk to you, and you jibber jabber back instead of talking in complete sentences. You have a few dozen words in your vocabulary now and you are putting them together, but a lot of them sound the same. No one knows what you are really saying except Mama, Daddy, G-ma and Papa. We have no trouble recognizing the "I love you" that sounds more like "I wha yo."
However, you have decided to start acting like a 2 year old before you're actually 2 years old.
Tantrums. Oh, the tantrums. It's so hard to decide between the red or green cup... why can't you just have them both? Choices, my dear. Life is all about choices.
Today, for example, I'm choosing NOT to accept the fact that you are getting bigger and more independent every day. Instead, I will pick you up from G-ma and Papa after work and hope that you will cuddle with me and lay your head down on my shoulder... for at least 2 seconds, like you did when you were only a few months old.
The best part about you turning 1 1/2 is that you are your own little person. You know what you want, and you usually know where it is or how to get it. The question is, are you allowed to have it? Coloring book and crayons, yes. Daddy's opened full Pepsi can, no. The thing is, you know you're not allowed to have Daddy's soda, but you still try. Every day. Multiple times a day. But you're learning. We're both learning. If we say "no" everyday, maybe one day you won't act surprised when we say "no." Maybe one day you won't fuss and make the pouty face when we tell you "no." Maybe one day you'll stop asking.
But I don't mind. I like that you know what you want and what you like. I like that you know to get your shoes before we go outside and try to put them on your feet. I like watching your curious little mind try to figure out how to get your feet into the shoes. I like that when you can't figure it out, you bring Mama her shoes to put on to watch how I do it. I like that when you give up on your own feet you will go get your baby doll, tell her to "sit down," and put your shoes on the baby doll's feet. You're kind of bossy, but that's the way most big sisters are, so you're right on track.
We tell you, "There's a baby in Mama's belly."
You ask, "where's?" with your arms raised in the air.
"In Mama's belly. You want to kiss the baby?"
You nod yes and lean forward and hug and kiss your baby sister.
"Now, can Mama and Daddy have a kiss?"
You turn sideways and push your right shoulder up and say "Nooooooooo," with inflection in your voice as if it's a question.
Ok, Fine. Maybe next time.
So, Happy 1/2 birthday baby girl. You bring us joy and laughter with a pinch of a lesson in patience every day.
We love you.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
smiley
that is what Mallory's Papa calls her...
and when she smiles, it makes me smile! She's contagious like that ;)
and when she smiles, it makes me smile! She's contagious like that ;)
Monday, August 4, 2008
summertime
Mallory loves her baby dolls! She kisses them, feeds them, and shares her milk with them. She carries them all over the house, wraps them in her blanket, puts them in the stoller and takes them for walks up and down the street... even when it's 101 degrees outside.
She is the sweetest little girl and is going to be the best big sissy ever!
She's learning to share. Sharing is hard. You want something you didn't know you wanted until someone else wants it too... then it's confusing because you want it more than ever.
So, in teaching Mallory about sharing, that means Mama and Daddy have to share too. Again, sharing is hard.
Mallory likes to share Mama's coffee...
and Mama's mango popcycle...
and Mama's jewelry...
She's learning new things everyday. Words, phrases, tasks, emotions, foods, colors, and animal noises.
She's know for a while that a dog says "ruff-ruff." In fact, that is the noise all animals made until this week.
Now, a kitty-cat says "meoooow," a tiger says "Rahhhhhh," and a duck say "duck." Not quack. Duck. Maybe tomorrow she's learn that one ;)
She is the sweetest little girl and is going to be the best big sissy ever!
She's learning to share. Sharing is hard. You want something you didn't know you wanted until someone else wants it too... then it's confusing because you want it more than ever.
So, in teaching Mallory about sharing, that means Mama and Daddy have to share too. Again, sharing is hard.
Mallory likes to share Mama's coffee...
and Mama's mango popcycle...
and Mama's jewelry...
She's learning new things everyday. Words, phrases, tasks, emotions, foods, colors, and animal noises.
She's know for a while that a dog says "ruff-ruff." In fact, that is the noise all animals made until this week.
Now, a kitty-cat says "meoooow," a tiger says "Rahhhhhh," and a duck say "duck." Not quack. Duck. Maybe tomorrow she's learn that one ;)
Monday, July 21, 2008
piggy tails
When I picked you up from daycare today, this is how one of your teachers had done your hair. I'm flattered that she loves you enough to play with your hair!!!
and I'm shocked... You look like a toddler, where has mama's baby gone?
You have enough hair to make pig tails??? How did I not know that?
You are getting so smart, so tall, so big, so indepentent, and now so much hair. Just promise me you won't be liking boys anytime soon... cuz I certainly cannot handle that!
and I'm shocked... You look like a toddler, where has mama's baby gone?
You have enough hair to make pig tails??? How did I not know that?
You are getting so smart, so tall, so big, so indepentent, and now so much hair. Just promise me you won't be liking boys anytime soon... cuz I certainly cannot handle that!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Happy Independence Day!
Our friends, Ellen, Jeff and daughter Alex, have an awesome July 3rd party every year at their house on their 4 acres. It's the perfect setting for a great big get together in the heat of the summer.
This year included nothing short of volleyball, kiddie pools, slip-n-slide, moon walk, little tikes bouncy, and plenty to eat, drink and be merry.
Here's Mallory watching the fireworks from the comfort of Daddy's lap.
She'd explaim, "WOW" and point at the bright colors illuminating the sky.
high stepping...
This year included nothing short of volleyball, kiddie pools, slip-n-slide, moon walk, little tikes bouncy, and plenty to eat, drink and be merry.
Here's Mallory watching the fireworks from the comfort of Daddy's lap.
She'd explaim, "WOW" and point at the bright colors illuminating the sky.
high stepping...
water baby
We went to a local water park with some friends and Mallory had a great time...
She was the youngest but it didn't take her long to catch on and get in!
READY
SET
DRINK
but she wasn't ready to go down the slide with the big kids just yet!
She was the youngest but it didn't take her long to catch on and get in!
READY
SET
DRINK
but she wasn't ready to go down the slide with the big kids just yet!
big girl = flower girl
Mallory did great! As great as can be expected of a 15 month old flower girl...
she made it half way down the isle and dumped all the flower petals on the floor. When the guests laughed, she thought she was cute and threw the basket on the floor. After a few seconds (what seemed like minutes) I left my post as a bridesmaid and took her hand and escourted her the rest of the way down the isle.
She sure was cute trying!
she made it half way down the isle and dumped all the flower petals on the floor. When the guests laughed, she thought she was cute and threw the basket on the floor. After a few seconds (what seemed like minutes) I left my post as a bridesmaid and took her hand and escourted her the rest of the way down the isle.
She sure was cute trying!
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