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!