I forgot to post about how all the Japanese people on Guam couldn’t pronounce Mallory’s name. They would bend down and say “ah…so cute” and then look at us and say “name?”. We’d say “Mallory” and they’d look back at Mals and say “ah, Marroly…Marlory…”. One time a lady even said “is hard?” after trying to say her name. LOL.
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I have also failed to post that when I want to put Mallory’s hood up on her jacket (because it is freaking cold around these parts these days), she will look up at me and point to my hood. I ask her if she wants me to put up my hood and she gives me a big nod. I oblige and then she is happy, and will continue on our travels. This usually happens as we are leaving daycare. Our routine is to say goodbye to everyone and then she has to crawl up the stairs herself, stopping to hand me all the pieces of snowmelt salt stuff on the stairs. When we get to the top, she holds my hand as we cross the threshold outside and down the first step. That is when she turns around to see if my hood is up. Once it is, she turns around and marches down the sidewalk. It makes me laugh.
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Oh, and thank you sweet baby girl Mallory. You went right to sleep last night and didn’t wake up til the morning.