Mallory’s first tent out and I’m missing it
Irene just called to tell me that Mallory and her friend C are tenting out in her backyard, after a delicious urban safari involving a bike ride and a trip to Harveys wherein Mallory scored her first root beer.
Eighteen degrees
That’s how cold the water was in the pool this evening. And still, Mallory and her friend C went for a brief swim, dunking their heads and all. Of course there was money at stake. But still. Quite brave these little kids.
One of the best things I get to do
Has to be putting Mallory to bed. Reading the stories. Cuddling. Telling her how much I love her. Listening to her fall asleep. I love it.
Morning house extraction panic conversation
So I’m rushing to get out the door this morning. Mallory is already ready and is sitting in the chair in our bedroom, waiting for me.
Yes, you can pass a tooth through… you know where
I’ll spare you the photo and even the details but sufficeth to say that the tooth fairy believed the note, and the tooth caused no further complications or unhappiness. And I can already see the new one growing in.
Think she’ll buy it?
Much trepidation over the tooth that fell out during lunch and got swallowed. My reassurances were inadequate so she wrote the note. With help.
The pre-reading bookworm
Irene picked up a bunch of ‘chapter books’ aimed mostly at grade school kids from Boomerang Kids on Friday. Apart from demonstrating impeccable taste in child literature, Irene also demonstrate an uncanny read on the forecast.
Crazy hair day
Irene really outdid herself here. Tremendous hair coloration acumen.
Mallory on the day she started liking hummous
I was stunned. The three of us had gone swimming at Carleton that afternoon. We were back. Mallory was tired and hungry. Dinner was on the way. I’d gotten out the requisite sliced raw vegetables while the pasta cooked and the sausage warmed.
À propos of nothing
A cute Mallory picture. The shirt used to belong to her cousin Abbie, who she doesn’t see often but utterly adores.
Twenty questions
Mallory, her friend C and I played twenty questions at dinner tonight. What a hoot. But challenging especially when one of the players is but on the cusp of reading.
Lessons three days in a row
Lately Mallory’s been quite sensitive and unhappy around her lessons. I know parents agonize about how much structured activity to give their kids outside of school and I guess Irene and I are just getting into it. We see all these things we think it’d be great if she could do and we sign her up. Only now we’re seeing push-back.
Connecticut, Serbia and the North Pole
Three places Mallory suggested this evening for our summer vacaction.
Jillian Jillian Jillian Jiggs the crafts in your books make me need a swig
Of something. Mallory and I spent the better part of an hour this afternoon – after we all got back from Irene’s parent’s place – making a pig according to the instructions at the back of this book. If I’m not fit to be a plumber or a fix it dude I’m not fit to be a crafty dude either.
The Cookie Race
Mallory took part in her first ski race today. A gruelling 500m event at Nakkertok they call the Cookie Race, Girls, 2006 birth year division. I was a touch nervous. I was never the racing – certainly not the racing winning – kind, and always felt bad when I didn’t do well in races and things. I didn’t want Mallory to feel the same way. But of course, Mallory is not me. She told me later she was nervous, but at the start line she seemed focused and serious. That’s her in the pink hat, crossing the finish line.
