Is that a bad word?

Oh my sweet girl.

We were talking today about how the football games start in a few weeks, and Mallory said “GO BLUE!” and then she said “GO BUCKEYES!”

I whipped my head around and said “WHAT did you just say?”

“I don’t know”, Mallory replied.

Then she asked “Is that a bad word?”

Rick & I both asked her what she said and she quietly said “Go Buckeyes”, and we had to tell her that yes, that was a very bad word and she better not say it if she wants to go to any football games.

Later on in the day, I asked her if she remembered the bad word she said earlier. She said “Go Hawkeyes?”.

(I giggled because her BFF Allison’s dad is a HUGE Iowa Hawkeye fan and Mallory has heard Alli say “GO HAWKEYES!” on more than one occasion.)

So I told her that yes, “Go Hawkeyes” is a bad word, but that “Buckeyes” is even worse.

I am sure I won’t be the first mom to threaten to wash their child’s mouth out with soap for even joking about rooting for that team to the south, will I?

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I am still amazed at the mothering tendencies that Mallory shows towards Carson. She is CONSTANTLY rushing to soothe him and tend to his every need. They (knock on wood) hardly ever fight and they are both very good about sharing (knocking on wood again).

Whenever Carson starts to cry, she wants to be the first to get him to stop, and then she gets all braggy with a “I made Carson happy!”. Or she gets him a cup of water from the fridge (she is loving the water & ice dispenser in the door of our fridge at the new house) – she gets his sippy cups out, puts the little valve thing in the lid (and gets mad when I try to make sure the valve is in tight), and then pours ice & water into his cup. If I even try to help, she yells “NO – I was getting it for Carson”. And depending on how tired she is, it is sometimes followed by a giant hissy fit.

This morning they were playing outside on the deck while I was cutting Rick’s hair inside. I ran downstairs when we heard Carson screaming, and Mallory was getting him a cup of water. I asked what happened and she said she was being a kitty and Carson “something” (I couldn’t understand her). When I asked if he hurt anything, she said “Yes, the deck”.

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Tonight she was getting ready for bed and couldn’t find the one butterfly toy that she wanted to sleep with (she is finding all sorts of “THIS IS MY FAVORITE TOY!” toys while we are unpacking…). She started to walk around the upstairs, saying “I can’t find it anywhere…I just had it…where did I put it?”, which is exactly what I say whenever I’m looking for something. That girl is hysterical.

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My life is slowly becoming my own again. I am done editing the wedding I shot in July and our house is slowly getting organized. I may only unpack a box or three a day, but we’re getting there. My goal to have the garage done before football started today was completely unrealistic so I will be tackling that and then leaving more piles for Rick to go through as he can. Our new goal is to have the garage ready for me to park in before it snows :-)