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Mallory’s first tent out and I’m missing it

cmkl — Sun, 20 May 2012 01:14:51 +0000

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

cmkl — Tue, 15 May 2012 03:44:30 +0000

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

cmkl — Sat, 05 May 2012 03:09:04 +0000

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

cmkl — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 12:44:31 +0000

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

cmkl — Thu, 19 Apr 2012 02:35:23 +0000

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?

cmkl — Tue, 17 Apr 2012 21:46:34 +0000

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

cmkl — Sun, 01 Apr 2012 23:55:59 +0000

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

cmkl — Thu, 15 Mar 2012 02:07:30 +0000

Irene really outdid herself here. Tremendous hair coloration acumen.

Mallory on the day she started liking hummous

cmkl — Sun, 11 Mar 2012 01:46:06 +0000

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

cmkl — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 01:42:41 +0000

A cute Mallory picture. The shirt used to belong to her cousin Abbie, who she doesn't see often but utterly adores.