FINALLY she says daddy. I was a little worried because daycare has reported that she can say three of the daycare ladies’ names, but she had yet to say daddy. But just this week, I can ask Mallory “where’s daddy?” and she responds with “da-DAH da-DAH!” And when he walks in the room, it’s all da-DAH. I ? it.
Secondly….I am becoming my mother. When my sister & I were little, we weren’t allowed to rough-house with my dad, because we were noisy and I guess one of us would end up in tears. So every night at dinner, we’d ask my dad “want to go play ‘quiet’?”. We thought we were soooooooo sneaky, that as long as my mom couldn’t hear us, we’d be allowed to rough-house in the living room. Rough-housing usually meant my dad and one of us ganging up and tickling the other. Sometimes my sister & I would join ranks and turn on my dad. The key was to not start yelling too loud, because that would draw mean mom to the top of the stairs to tell us to keep it down.
Rick has started wrestling with Mallory at night. If he is sitting on the floor, she comes over to him, blankie in one hand, sippy cup in the other and collapses on him and they both start giggling. Of course, being the next generation mean mom, I am thinking she needs to be winding down for bed but I catch myself before I say anything. Rick has such little time with Little Miss Mallory these days that I have to let them do their thing. It is so cute to see her actually playing. I ? it.
Thirdly, Mallory’s increased comprehension continues to blow me away. It is so amazing that *everyday* something new seems to click. She knows that when we say it’s time to put on your coat, she has to hold up one arm and then the other. She knows that when we ask “where’s Cooper?”, to look downward. When I ask her “who’s here?” (usually in reference to Rick coming in the door), she starts toddling towards the side entrance. And just tonight in the bath, she grabbed the washcloth from me (I think to keep me from wiping the dried snot from under her nose) so I told her to clean her toes. She started rubbing one foot and I said “now clean the other one!” and she moved on to her other foot.
And lastly, Mallory LOVES her shoes. No matter what she is wearing, she tries to put on her own shoes. If you try to help her, she gets mad and fights you. And even if she has shoes on, she’ll try to put on someone else’s shoes. She loves her cousin Lauren’s pink crocs…they fit perfectly over Mallory’s shoes.
this is so interesting – jack shows a TON of comprehension too but about totally different things – and the poor kid has only had shoes on once which i totally have to do something about since he only wants to walk now – he has wide feet and none of the 25 pairs of shoes he has seems to fit him – jack was saying dada and mama and then he totally quit and now it is nanananana but not much else – it is so funny how she carries her sippie and blankie – jack does the same thing – only he carries whatever he can find – preferably a remote in one hand, a cell phone in the other, or any of mama’s chapstick or lip gloss hanging out of his mouth – all the things i said i would never let him play with!!!