Mallory, video

Tiny Bubbles

We are making progress in our swim class – Mallory has always enjoyed it but just Monday night started actually blowing bubbles in the water. Here she is practicing in the bathtub. Please, please, please ignore my crazy mom cheers in the background. I almost edited out the sound but then realized you wouldn’t be able to hear her bubble-blowing. Enjoy.

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The other day when I picked my pumpkinhead up from school, I asked about the food we send for her. She gets breakfast, snack, lunch, and a second snack at school; I was wondering if a single grilled cheese sandwich was enough for lunch and should we send a veggie or anything to go with it. But when I asked Miss Makeda if we sent enough food, Miss Makeda replied “By who’s standards? Ours or Mallory’s?” Sounds as though we are probably sending enough food but our bottomless pit would like more.

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And here is my second self-nomination for Mom Of The Year:

We went out for dinner after our last swim class Monday night to the Pub in town. At the end of our meal, Mallory proceeded to fall face first off the booth cushion onto the floor. There is me, deciding between saving my daughter or saving my beer. Thank GOD Mallory didn’t start screaming so hopefully no one noticed me not spilling my beer but my kid arse-over-applecart on the floor.

She is currently twirling in circles in the middle of the room and laughing when she falls. Maybe that head-first trip to the floor at the Pub did do some damage.

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Oh, if you are in the viewing area, watch the Red Wings game tonight. If things work out, we’ll be behind the Blue Jackets bench.

1 thought on “Tiny Bubbles

  1. Save the babies or save the beer? Tough question. It depends on the beer. If we’re talking miller lite or the like, save the kid. Guinness in hand, or at a fancy microbrewery, therein lies your discussion. Just don’t let your dad have a Schlitz when babysitting.

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