Wednesday was Mallory’s 912-day birthday. Also known as 2.5 years or 30 months. Good grief time has FLOWN. I look at her and think back to when she was a little pumpkin barely crawling. Or when she called Cooper “buh-buh”. I love to go back through the blog archives to remember what life was like before Mallory wasn’t talking CONSTANTLY. It’s hard to believe that she was so funny before she even talked for real. Remember this gem (from February 2007…~ 3 mos old) or this one (February 2008 ~ 15 mos old)? And I look at Carson and get …
Month: May 2009
Things you learn on maternity leave
Seeing as how I’m wrapping up my 9th week of maternity leave (5 weeks after Carson plus the almost 4 weeks when I was still cooking Baby Arlo) and have spent a fair amount of time on my couch next to the windows that face our road, I am pretty tuned in to the happenings of my street. Here are some observations:
I don’t like seeing my neighbor waddle out to get her mail from the mailboxes that are right across the street from our house. She wears her pajamas all day and it isn’t a pretty sight. This is the …
From the mouth of Mallory
On Saturday: “I’d like to go swimming. It is warm enough.”
But really it was like mid-60s and windy, so not only was the air not warm, the lake was still freezing.
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This morning, while cuddling in bed with mom & dad:
me: “I love you, Mallory!”
MCB: “I love DADDY!”
me: “Wha???”
MCB: “And I love COOPER! and CARSON! and ALLI!”
me: “What? What about me?”
MCB: “Brush your teeth.”
5 Minute Chocolate Mug Cake
My cousin just sent me this recipe and said she was going to make it this weekend. But it only takes five minutes…why wait til the weekend?!
5 MINUTE CHOCOLATE MUG CAKE
4 tablespoons flour 4 tablespoons sugar 2 tablespoons cocoa 1 egg 3 tablespoons milk 3 tablespoons oil 3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional) A small splash of vanilla extract 1 large coffee mug (MicroSafe)
Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix …
Monday May 4 Miscellany
Here are a collection of photos and stories from the weekend:
No idea:
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I guess I decided to do my nesting/cleaning on Saturday (about 4+ weeks late?) and cleaned the fridge. Mallory just HAD to help me (I wasn’t planning on cleaning out the door because those shelves didn’t need it but she took care of that whole task for me. She had to ask what each item was when she pulled it out of the fridge and before she put it away.) Notice the bottle of champagne – that is from our honeymoon back in January …
Carson’s one scheduled activity
He likes to sleep in in the morning. Where Mallory takes after me with liking to get up and get the day going, Carson is happy to snooze until 8a or so. He takes after his dad, except Rick would like to sleep until 10a or 11a every day if I let him.
The Paci-free Bedtime Diary
Well, Dammit Jim.
Mallory’s impending move to the preschool room at daycare means that they are making her nap without her pacifier at school. They say she’s doing well without it at school so Princess Not-So-Bright (again, that’s me) thought we should try to drop it at home since she only uses it for bedtime & naptime.
I figured last Thursday night was a good night to start this. You know, the Thursday that was four weeks after Carson was born. Also, the Thursday that was three days after Mallory was diagnosed with a sinus infection.
Well, the first night was rough. It …
Carson – one whole month
Sweet Baby Carson is already a month old. I wonder how long I’ll start his update posts with “I can’t believe he’s (so big) already!”?
The big news of this week is that poor Carson got circumcised on Friday. My sister sees many circumcision revisions at work so she got me set up with her fave urologist to do Carson’s circ. Rick came with us but didn’t come back into the room. I was in the room but couldn’t watch most of it. Carson only cried when he got the numbing shot at the beginning and then he peed twice EVERYWHERE …
I’d like…
No, this isn’t a post about what I’d like to do, which could include (in no particular order) drinking a couple of Ultimate Margaritas at Fridays, or getting a nice massage, or running away to a deserted island (as long as my iPhone still worked), etc.
This is a post about Mallory & her manners.
Whenever she wants something, she says “I’d like…” before it. So if she wants to mooch some of my granola bar, it isn’t “give me some of that, mom”, it’s either “I’d like some of that granola bar” or “I’d like to share that with …