Daddy I had birds in my nose
Those were the first words out of Mallory’s mouth this morning. She’s clearly learned how to dream.
Lots and lots of pony tails
Sounded like a great idea but it wasn’t because she wouldn’t take them out, and wouldn’t lie down on them. And it was bedtime. Quite a negotiation ensued.
First trip to the fridge
Mallory managed to open the fridge, remove the juice box, take the lid off, pour herself some juice, replace the lid, and put the juice back in the fridge. All completely unaided.
Draw your own em
I was quite thrilled this morning when Mallory drew her own ‘M’. She was too. She can’t quite repeat the feat, though she’s clearly trying. I was mentionning the fact that we’d been practicing ‘M’s to one of her day care teachers, who offered that there was a child in her room who could write her whole name. “Oh but that one’s a product of genetic engineering,” I said.
Mallory skated on her own today
With real skates. Irene and I were very proud. It’s really only her second time on skates. But after a while with her holding our hands, we realized she wasn’t really pulling on us.
Jingle bells, Batman smells: the close reading
The other day I heard Mallory singing a bit of Jingle Bells, except that the second line was something like “bah ma smehs”. Now she’s a lot more articulate than that, but some times picking up lyrics is hard for adults (witness the dozens of sites that list silly lyrics people thought they heard) so I thought I’d look into it.
Speaking of small things
Mallory got herself dressed Friday morning. All by herself. I know it doesn’t seem like a big thing. I myself have managed it for several years now. But it was quite the thing to watch. And not look like you’re watching.
Little problem solver
I was trying to get Mallory and I out the door this morning on my own. We were done with breakfast and were upstairs trying to get dressed. Things were going well. I’d managed to pick out some clothes for her that she liked, and I laid them out for her in her room.
Child care Christmas party pandemonium
Co-sleeping: not ending any time soon
After spending weeks in anticipation of her new bed arriving, (“When my bed comes I’m going to sleep all by myself”) Mallory now ascends the stairs to bed saying, “I only want to sleep in daddy’s bed.” So much for that.
Co-sleeping: is the end of an era in the offing?
Tonight Mallory sleeps in her own bed. I’m going to join her eventually, but the day will soon come that she will sleep by herself. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
Sad about the leaves
Mallory’s had a cold and a cough for the last couple of days and for the second day in a row we got the call from her day care suggesting strongly we come get her.
