Mallory, rb, stb

Three whole years!

Today is our three-year anniversary. Three years ago right now I was boogying to the Electric Slide with my MOM (!) during my wedding reception, and Rick was probably in a corner trying to find a way to stay off the dance floor :-)

Rick & I celebrated tonight with dinner out at Outback. Lest you think we are unromantic (which we sort of are) it worked out good for the both of us. I was craving a blooming onion and Rick could eat about three loaves of that dark bread they bring out (not to mention that he loves the Ultimate Outback whatever it’s called [the 11 oz steak] and some nasty cheese & bacon smothered french fries).

But the funniest part of the night was when we got to the hostess stand at Outback – the lady asked “how many” and we BOTH almost immediately answered “two plus a highchair”. It was SOOOOOO weird to say “just two”; I think that means we need to have more date nights. And then of course we just talked about Mallory all night!

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We had a rough evening yesterday. Mallory fell and bumped her lip at about 5.45p and then proceeded to cry for 45 minutes while I made us dinner and while I ate dinner and while I got her in her jammies. She didn’t want me to do anything but carry her around. Seeing as how my back is still wrecked from carrying Cooper in the woods on Monday, I was in no position to just carry her around for the hell of it. So I thought we could play on the floor but then she’d come lift up my fingers (what she does when she wants us to stand up) and then reach up so I would pick her up. I ate my entire dinner with her yanking on my arm and sobbing. Her meal was right next to me but she refused to sit in her seat and I refused to give in.

She was soaking wet from her sobfest and needed a bath but I was done so she got in her jammies at 6.30p – without dinner and without a bath. I was proud of how calm I remained throughout her screaming. I kept telling her I loved her and if she could tell me what the matter was, I would help her. Since I knew she was fine and was just having a tantrum, I just let her at it. Once we sat down to read her books, she was back to normal, laughing and smiling and talking and pointing at stuff in her books. She went right to sleep when I put her in her crib…at 6.46p.

She did wake up at 9p when Princess Not-so-bright (that’s me) decided she should vacuum our bedroom…the bedroom that is right over Mallory’s room. So Mallory got to come hang with mom & dad for 30 minutes and read books with dad before it was lights out for the girls and we both fell asleep.

I wonder if I’m being inconsistent by not allowing her to have her way and sit on my lap during dinner if she’s crabby or not giving in and carrying her around while I cook when she is crying, yet I let her come to sleep in my bed when she has trouble sleeping. But I figure that as long as she goes to sleep in her own bed more times than she does in our bed, and she is fine with us moving her in the middle of the night, I think we’re OK. Please tell me it’s OK.