We had a fun date night with Alli & her folks last night. They got to the restaurant (TGIFridays…are you shocked?) first and when Mallory walked in, the two girls ran at each other like they hadn’t seen each other in like five years. Which, considering they are only 2.5 yrs old, is amazing. Carson slept the ENTIRE time we were there, which allowed me to thoroughly enjoy two ultimate margaritas, plus dinner AND dessert.
The girls were pretty good but a little wild and kept feeding off each other. Mallory had a messed up day – we’d spent most of …
Year: 2009
Blowout
Well, it is a week of poop around here.
Carson had his first true blowout today. You know, the kind of poop that climbs up the back of the onesie? Daycare calls it “lava poop” (it didn’t take Mallory six months to have her first blowout even though it reads that way in that post).
My mom was holding him and told me he needed a diaper. I guess my mom forgot the rule that whoever is holding the baby when he needs a diaper change is in charge of actually changing the diaper. But I changed him and it took like …
Movin’ on up
Well, today was a big day. My little girl “graduated” from the toddler room at daycare and will start in the preschool room on Monday. This means new teachers and new procedures. This new room is all about teaching the kids independence…for instance – at lunch, there is a table of cups (BIG kid cups, not sippy cups!) of water and milk and the kids go pick out their own drink for lunch time. No more daily report cards with potty & meal & nap details. And Mallory has her own cubby now (not just a hook) – Rick said …
Her Mother's Daughter
Mallory, Carson & I went to my sister’s after school yesterday and Mallory stubbed her toe and got a nice little scrape on it. And because we were there so long and I didn’t want to make dinner, we planned to stop & get pizza on the way home.
Mallory told me “Pizza will make my toe feel better, mommy”.
Pizza solves a lot of my problems too.
She is my daughter.
Princess Poops, Gets Princess Underpants
Fun headline, eh? :-)
While we’ve been on the potty training train for a few months, only recently has Mallory been wearing training pants (with rubber pants over them) all day at school. We usually get through most of the evening with the training pants but then she’ll poop or sometimes pee in them and it brings us back a few notches (you know, the old “two steps forward, one step back” phenomenon). Anyway, she’s been doing MUCH better so last week at Target I let her pick out her own big girl underpants. She chose the pack with the Disney …
Random thoughts
So, remember this post? The one where my dad did the math and I was 6.1% bigger at 36wks with Arlo/Carson than I was at 40w with Fred/Mallory?
Not sure why it took me almost 10 wks to remember that post and then realize that NO $HIT I was bigger, since Carson was so gigantic at birth.
I thought about it today as was scurrying around at work, remembering my physical therapy and the pain in my lower back when I was still pregnant (and wondering if I’d ever be able to walk normal [or is it normally?] again).
* * *
I updated …
Picture Day
Not sure if this is a coincidence or not, but June 6 must be a good day for Mallory to have her picture taken. Check out these shots from yesterday, and then visit this post for pictures from June 6, 2008!
Under these pictures there is a new thing I’m trying out for picture viewing. Let me know what you think.
* * *
[nggallery id=7]
Some fancy pictures
While it pains me to pay money to have someone else take pictures of my kids, we have to bite the bullet occasionally in order to get a family photo.
Here are some pictures we had done back in May – Carson was ~6wks old here.
I really think I can take pictures like this of my family & friends. Anyone want to be my guinea pig?
Princess Sassy Pants
Mallory’s language development and usage is killing me. Some of the stuff that comes out of her mouth…I have NO idea how she comes up with it.
Yesterday leaving daycare, I asked her to leave her coat on because we were leaving. She kept unzipping it and trying to take it off. Then Princess Sassy Pants told me “Don’t tell me about my coat!”.
I was SURE I hadn’t heard her right, so I asked her to repeat herself. Again she said “DON’T tell me about my COAT!” while she continued to pull her arms out.
* * *
Before bed last night, Mallory …
A comparison at 8 weeks
Carson on the left, Mallory on the right. Both at 8wks.
Thoughts?