Mallory

"Don't know…"

Finally got this on film:

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Please forgive her ragamuffin appearance…today was a lazy lazy day and I didn’t want to dress her up in really cute clothes since that would just magnify the slobbiness of my sweats & t-shirt.

This is what Mallory does when she is trying to say “don’t know” in response to me asking where something/someone is. These pictures are her direct answers to “where is Cooper? where is Daddy?”, respectively. I love it when she does this, it makes me laugh so hard.

We can’t quite figure out where she learned it, because we don’t think we do this, but we must do it more than I realize. I am finding that she is quite a little mimic – I was playing tennis on the Wii today (I think I forgot to include that in my post about Christmas earlier today…Santa hooked me UP!). Anyway, I was playing a quick game of tennis this afternoon and was going through the motion of swinging the racket. I looked down and Mallory was standing there watching the TV and waving her arm. I was DYING. I might give her a controller tomorrow and see if she can actually play.

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Here are some pictures of our Christmas decorations. Neither of the pictures came out too great but coming home after dark to twinkly white lights makes me smile so I wanted to share. Our tree is losing a ton of needles and I am *thisclose* to de-decorating it and putting it out with the trash tomorrow night (not to mention that it is taking up some prime real estate in the living room). BUT – I love looking at it so I think it will survive.

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Notice the single ornament on the left side of the tree? That is Rick’s Bengals ornament. Luckily we now have more ornaments, but only on the upper half of the tree, due to Mallory’s nosiness and Cooper’s tail. We have little jingle bells down low and Mallory will go tap one and then look at us to see if she’s in trouble. Stinker. She will also go up and put her face real close to the tree and say “Hhhhiiiii” in her breathy, phone-sex-operator voice. That’s my girl, talking to things that can’t talk back. ;-)