Sunday, February 8, 2009

Toddlers vs. Teens

I'm wondering if there is a study that's been done showing if a child's behavior as a toddler is any predictor of their behavior as a teenager. Actually, I'm sure there is such a study, I'm basically terrified to find that there is a link, so I have chosen not to research the topic! It's been quite a weekend in our household. Everyone has been fighting a cold so there has been a lot of whining, runny noses, breakdowns, and the like. However on Friday as I was preparing lunch for Mallory and I, I caught something strange out of the corner of my eye. As I started to close the refrigerator I noticed something in the door compartment. Hmm, a dog kong, just what I would have expected to find there. Who doesn't keep dog toys in their fridge? Then on Saturday I caught guess who, Miss Mallory, hiding yet another dog toy in the refrigerator. I guess it's the one place she can get to that they can't. At least if they are in there I know Michael isn't chewing on them! Now, I'm just waiting to find Norman opening the refrigerator! Then there's today, Mallory and Michael have been playing in the hallway with a large exercise ball. Then I can hear her going up the stairs, I tell her to come down, to which I receive a slur of who knows what. Then a few loud booms and a crash and screams! Yep, she threw the ball down the stairs, somehow thinking that her 9month old brother laying at the bottom staring up at her would catch it! Needless to say, he didn't! So the ball not only hits him, but apparently it hit him, hit the baby gate and bounced back enough so the gate could fall on him and then the ball could bounce back on top of the gate. What a pile of debis!
If you know of any good boarding schools, I'm taking suggestions!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Princesses and Sheep



So, I thought, after much inspiration from my wonderful cousin Nikki, that a blog would be a good idea since there are a lot of friends and family that I don't see or talk to that often. And honestly with my two monsters a phone conversation is nearly impossible, just ask anyone who has tried! Furthermore, with a two year old, I'm never short on daily laughs to share! So here's one, Mallory comes to me the other day wearing the following outfit and says, very matter-of-factly, "I'm just a princess. A pretty, pretty princess." Who can argue with that?

Brian and I have also decided that poor Michael doesn't stand a chance in the world! He will forever be her little sheep! Just the way that guy looks at her, like whatever she's telling him must be the only thing he needs to hear for his whole life. He's trying to play with a toy and Mallory see's that he's obviously doing it wrong. So she marches over and plops down saying, "No Michael" and blabbers on about how what should be happening, not that she knows.
I just wish he would crawl. Instead we are forced to watch him drag himself across the floor with his army crawl. It's no wonder he can't wait to hit the hardwood and get off the carpet! I call him Lt. Dan from Forrest Gump, because it's like he needs new legs!