Mallory

Just some stories – June 19-style

I have been bad about taking pictures but good about collecting stories. Here goes:

  1. I’ll ask Mallory “who am I?” and she’ll yell “mama!”. So I ask her who she is – she points to her nose and says “BABY!”. We can point to Rick or Cooper and get her to yell Gaga or buhbuh. It isn’t such a big deal that she knows who we all are – but it’s beyond adorable that she points to herself on the nose and says baby.
  2. Yesterday when Alli showed up at school, Mallory was in the midst of her breakfast of yogurt and sliced bananas. Alli went right to the chair next to Mallory and sat down – and Mallory offered Alli her bowl of bananas. Can you stand how sweet they are?
  3. Mallory is all about the “stuck” now. “STUCK MAMA” because I hooked her balloon onto her carseat strap so it wouldn’t fly out the window. “STUCK MAMA” because her legs are stuck in her dinner chair. “STUCK MAMA” because she was belted into her carseat. It sucks to be stuck.
  4. At the grocery the other day, one of the ladies working was commenting on how sweet Mallory was and asked if we were going to have more and wouldn’t blame us if we wanted more because Mallory is so sweet and adorable. As if on cue, Mallory dropped to her knees and had a rolling-on-the-floor-tantrum in the middle of the grocery store. I think that lady felt like taking back those nice things said about my kid.
  5. In the car this morning coming to school – she was practicing people’s names. Gaga, Gigi, Yaya, Buhbuh, Yaya, Gigi, Buhbuh, Gaga, Gigi, etc.

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Rick has been insanely busy with work this week. It is hard on all of us and I think Mallory is really starting to miss him (even though she is a mommy-clingon). I stayed home from work sick yesterday so I took Cooper with me to go pick Mallory up at school. As we were getting close to the car, I said “look who is here to see you!” and she immediately yelled “GAGA!!” and started looking in the front seats of the car. Sorry sweetie…not gaga. Just the dog.

Tonight is the first night in five that Rick is home before she goes to bed. You know he’s going to be doing bath & bedtime tonight ;-)

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And a final funny story about Mallory’s oldest cousin Shane.

Shane got to help out with the Michigan football camp this week. Basically he & a buddy ran around and played and sometimes had to shag footballs. Oh, and eat Oreos.

Yesterday when I was home sick, Rick called to check on me and I asked him how Shane was doing – he said he thought Shane was OK – seeing as how he had eaten about four packs of Oreos. Two hours later, I got an email from Rick saying “make that five”.

I called my sister to tattle on Shane just so he didn’t think he could come home and eat MORE Oreos. After dinner, my sister asked him how many Oreos he had. He fessed up and said “five packs”. My sister asked how many Oreos were in each pack and Shane was honest and said six. My sister was DYING – he had no tummy ache, nothing, but sweet Jesus – he ate at least THIRTY OREOS yesterday.

The best part? He asked for ice cream for dessert