Carson, Mallory

A Brain Dump

I have so much stuff I want to post about but don’t have the energy or creativity to do it right so instead I’m going to dump it all out here.

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  • Until this week, “Mommy” and “Mallory” sounded the same when Carson said them because he said Mallory “Maw-wee”. But now he says “Maw-oh-wee”. It makes it less confusing since I know who he’s calling for, but it makes me sad that he’s getting older.
  • Carson sometimes just has a piece of bread and vegetables for dinner. I refuse to make him a separate meal so if he doesn’t like what we are having (we had the same rule when Mallory was younger, but she was/is a better eater than him), he has vegetables and bread. I a little bit feel like a bad mom but I already hate making dinner, why do I want to start making two dinners? Luckily he WUVS vegetables and usually eats two or three servings (sorry, Colleen).
  • Mallory uses my old iPhone to play games but I just figured out that she can send text messages on it (to other iPhone people). She had been taking my phone, scrolling through until she found a name she recognized, and then started reading all of the messages. (Laci’s mom – if you’re reading this – you are one of her favorites to read – be careful what you write). So when I found out she could text on her phone – I set it up for her. In the morning I go put her phone on her pillow and go back to my bathroom and text her. So far it’s been awesome – she wakes up happy, no crying about getting ready – our mornings have been pure happiness. And I get a HUGE kick out of writing with her, especially when my phone beeps with a message after I’ve already gotten to work.I set up her phone with emoticons tonight and she’s been sending Miss Header and Grandpa smiley faces. I love when my dad sends her a message and uses a grumpy face, and she reads the message to me complete with a grumpy voice.She wants to know why she can’t text Alli and why she can’t actually call people. Um, because five year old kids aren’t even supposed to have their own phone yet.photo

 

  • The kids both started soccer last weekend. I was quickly reminded of why I hate soccer. It was cold and freezing and completely unorganized. Oh, and both kids had their moments of crying during their practice/game, which wasn’t embarrassing at all.

    Carson did pretty well  once they actually started playing – he went end to end and scored a few goals and was so excited “I JUST GOT A GOOOAAAAAALLLLL!” with a little fist pump. But the bad thing is that he steals the ball from his own teammates, and then a kid from the other team stole the ball from Carson and accidentally tripped Carson…who then started crying “HE THTOLE (stole) THE BALL FROM MEEEEEEEEEE!”. Um, you stole it from kids on your own team a few minutes ago. Suck it up and get back in the game.

    Mallory wasn’t a fan until they let her get in goal…where she proceeded to make an incredible save on a dude on a breakaway. It was pretty awesome. She talked about it all day. In order to get her more fired up about the other parts of soccer, I may or may not have bribed her with the promise of ridiculous stick on fake nails if she did everything the coach told her to do next week.We also may or may not use Denard to teach many life lessons on the soccer field. When the kids cry that no one lets them have the ball, I ask if Denard throws to the player closest to him, or to players far away. The kids both say “far away” and then I tell them that they have to go away from the ball too and ask their teammates to pass it to them. And I asked Carson if Denard scores all the touchdowns or if he sometimes lets Fitz have the ball. Carson agreed that sometimes Denard lets other players have the ball and he would try harder next week to let his friends have a turn. Rick reminded me tonight that Carson did end up having two assists near the end of practice which was cool.

  • I put this on FaceBook but this is my favorite time of year – football is over, softball isn’t super crazy, Fish hockey is done until the fall – and the weather is perfect for Rick to play with the kids outside. I LOVE LOVE LOVE watching him play with them. He is so patient. You know that trait that I don’t possess, and that trait that drives me crazy when I’m in a hurry for him to finish a project is fantastic when he is doing something with the kids on a Sunday afternoon…).
  • The children are rocking swim class. Carson can “swim” (doggie paddle under water) from the edge out to the island thing and can even roll over on his own. He can also float on his back and his tummy. It’s crazy. Mallory has finally figured out her crawl stroke – and can swim across the pool. She still needs to work on turning over to breathe but her teacher is awesome and really getting through to Mallory. I think we had some problems with switching teachers (part our fault because we switched days, but part the swim school because staff left) – but she’s been with this current teacher for about six weeks and it’s really clicking.It’s funny to think that six months ago Carson wouldn’t go near the pool for swim class and now he is doing great. He had been in his Mini 3 class since January, and when he got close to his third birthday, they moved him up to Junior 1, and within a few weeks they said he was ready to move to Junior (skipping Junior 2 since he can already float on his back and that’s the skill he needed to master in Junior 1!). He starts in Junior 3 next week and I’m hoping he continues to do well. I keep telling Mallory she better step it up because if she doesn’t figure it out, Carson will be in her swim class if she doesn’t move up soon.

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  • It cracks me up that somehow Mallory learned that the arrows over the inning on the TV meant the top or the bottom of an inning. And it cracks me up that she knows that the number means what inning it is.
  • Carson’s favorite baseball player is AWEX AVIYA!!!! (Alex Avila). And he always wants to play catcher – he’ll even squat down when you play catch with him.
  • I’m glad Mallory hasn’t yet tried to read this sign I have in our stairway:

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I got my sign at Rock Paper Scissors in Tecumseh…check them out.

And that is the end of my dump. Good night.