Mallory had swim class Friday night and with Rick out of town, I enlisted grandpa to come get in the water with Mallory so I didn’t have to. The class is unbelievably unstructured and un-instructured (you KNOW I’ll be calling again on Monday) so it was basically 30 minutes of playtime for Mallory & my dad – not that either of them minded. Mallory had the hugest smile on her face the entire class so even if she didn’t learn the butterfly stroke I guess it wasn’t a total loss. We had dinner at Miss Cheri & Scary Larry’s house after swim class so we got home sort of late and Mallory fell asleep in the car coming home. She didn’t sleep so great that night and ended up in my bed kicking me in the chest and face all night – that was fun. For fake.
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Saturday was, well Saturday again. Thank God the season is over. Saturdays will be a little more fun now.
Mallory & watched the game at my dad’s and then we went and hung out at my sister’s so Cooper & Obi could expend some energy. Cooper was just interested in chewing on the tennis ball (squish-squish – sooooo gross) and then Obi would just terrorize Cooper – chewing on his ears or jowls and sometimes getting Cooper’s collar off. They did a few laps of tug-a-war around the outside of the house too and Cooper PASSED out when we got home, it was very nice. Mallory was really good all day at my dad’s and at my sister’s but when we got home she didn’t want to take a bath so I told her the options were a bath (and book & cuddle) or just pajamas and bedtime. She chose option 2 and was passed out by 7.15p. Rick was home by 8.30p or so and he & I each had a beer (O’Doul’s for me) and talked about the game.
And we all know that OSU fans are jerks (none of the ones who read this blog are jerks but most other OSU fans are jerks) and this story takes the cake. The football team takes busses to Columbus and they usually get a police escort out of Columbus after the games so they aren’t stuck in traffic. Apparently two years ago when the team was heading home, after the escort ended outside of Columbus, a couple of OSU cars got all mixed up with the Michigan busses and purposely slowed them down. I mean SERIOUSLY. What a bunch of (insert your favorite bad name here)!!
So this year they got a police escort – WITH LIGHTS – all the way to I-94 (if you aren’t familiar with the area, this means they got an escort for about 97% of their trip).
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Quick story – Mallory & I were eating dinner tonight (Rick was still at work). I asked her where Baby Arlo would sit when we eat dinner. She sometimes still points to her own tummy and says “MY ARLO” and tonight she said “My Arlo” and pointed to the seat next to her. Then she said that Mommy’s Arlo would sit “der” and pointed to the seat next to me. Then I asked where Daddy would sit and she said “dootball game” (football game). Probably a good thing that the season is over.
Another quick story – couldn’t find the bunny rabbit for Mallory’s puzzle and we (or rather I) was looking for it in her playroom for like 15 minutes, and Mallory kept just playing and doing her own thing. Something must have clicked because finally she ran out of the playroom and into the living room and grabbed the puzzle piece from next to the television. Um, could she not have found that 15 minutes earlier? I mean, think of the blogging I could have done in that 15 minutes instead of searching for the puzzle piece.
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Today Mallory & I ran to Tar.get – she was OUTSTANDING the entire 1:15 that we were shopping. Not one whine, not one tear. Most of the time she walked right along next to me, holding my hand or the cart. We were cruising past all the toy aisles to get to the housewares section and each new aisle we would get to, Mallory would say “dis way, mommy?” and I’d say “nope” – this happened like 15 times. People were giggling as we passed. Then after housewares and when we were in the toiletries section, she would grab things off the shelf and say “want dis one, mommy?” and I’d say “nope” – like 115 times. But she never once threw a fit or cried because I wouldn’t let her put whatever in the cart. We even checked out and put her coat on without incident. I couldn’t believe it!
We came home and took a little nap in my bed (I think I slept longer than she did) and went outside to start setting up our outdoor Christmas decorations. She was KILLING me with the “wat doing, mommy?” OVER and OVER and OVER again.
Can anyone explain why she ends every single sentence or question with “mommy”?
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Mallory is starting to learn the words to my favorite Christmas song “Mele Kalikimaka” by Jimmy Buffett. She will chime in with “bright” and “kissmas day” at the right times. Yeah!!
Ok, I just realized how late it is. Gots to go.
PS – I have been taking lots of pictures lately but they are all contenders for our Christmas cards so I can’t share until we get that finalized. I know, the suspense is KILLING you.