Should Daddy get a Motorcycle?

I've been trying to wait to post something until after Easter that way I can update with some pictures too, but after the day I had yesterday (I baked our frozen pizza lunch to the cardboard that came on) I figured that I won't remember anything by then.
Mallory loves to watch America's Funnies Home Videos. So we usually let her watch before she goes to bed. And since we have skipped the "what's that" stage and gone straight to "what's it doing?" stage I get to answer that question about every clip! So last night there is a girl who's riding a motorcycle and for whatever reason crashes. Brian says to Mallory, "Should Daddy get a motorcycle?" Mallory replies, very seriously,"NO Daddy! You'll crash and that's ouchie! You'll bust your head. No motorcycles, just bikes. Daddy, you want to ride a bike like me?" I'm very surprised that she didn't tell him that they are dangerous because that is the word of the week!
This morning I also caught her talking to Jack with a hand on each side of his face saying "Look at me Jack, no biting, that's not nice." For anyone who doesn't know, Jack's not a huge fan of Mallory. He just wants to be left alone! But she's the same kid who says to me when I scold her for something "Mommy don't say that to me you're giving me a headache!" Who knew my words would come back to me at only 2!

Walking My Brother

So the other morning I found Mallory walking her brother! Michael was having so much fun he could hardly stand it! She would pull him across the floor and he would laugh like crazy! It was too cute! And Michael also decided yesterday that if he's not in a hurry he will crawl on his hands and knees, but if he needs to get somewhere, he drops right back down on his stomach.
In other news, we rescued a dog Tuesday. She's a 3 month old lab/shepard mix and her name is Gracie. Or Racie or Tracie if you're Mallory. She is just the cutest thing and she loves wrestling around with Norman and snuggling on Mallory's lap. Yesterday morning Michael was playing the kitchen floor and Gracie kept laying down next to him to snuggle and then he would scoot away. So she would get up next to him again and he'd scoot away. Poor dog!

What a Lip!

So there was a request for me to show a picture of Mallory-Jolie-OctaMom. So here goes. I hope that no one comes after me for it! Somehow she has completely healed and is a cute as she ever was!!

Rain, Rain Go Away!!!

So it's hard to believe that it's been over a month since I've added something new! I'm trying to think of what I've been so busy with, but I just don't know. We recently went for a walk through the neighborhood during one of the sunny days and we were just crossing the street to enter the culdasac and Mallory kissed the pavement. We were in a hurry because it was starting to rain and her little feet can't move as fast as she would like. So I picked her up and I couldn't tell where the blood was coming from! I managed to carry her and push a stroller up the driveway! So, long story short, she broke her lip open and scraped her nose up. First of all, I can laugh about it now because she's ok, but her lip put both Angelina Jolie and the OctaMom to shame! I was worried that the swelling would explode!!! But she did enjoy getting to eat noodles and only noodles for several meals.
So, once we got Mallory healed, the basement floods!! You know that whole joke about men and 6 inches? How their six inches and our six inches are something different? Ok, well, Brian comes up out of the basement at about 9 last night to tell me we have 6 inches of water down there. However, I only found 2, maybe 3. Even his best friend Dave knew that there wouldn't be near the 6 inches Brian said he would find. He did come to our rescue and brought us his sump pump which he had just replaced until we could get out to get a new one!
So that leaves Michael. He just got another haircut. He loves to eat dog food. He's still army crawling. Every once in a while when he's transitioning from laying to sitting he'll take a few strides on his hands and knees and then it hits him how much faster it is to just do things his way. He has started to pull himself to things. He's slowly learning that sweat pant legs aren't so sturdy. And he knows that anytime Mallory lays on the floor, go for her hair!

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!

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!