I'm too excited about our upcoming trip to Aimee's house to post anything coherent. But I have to tell you that in the past week, Mallory has referred to the Dixie Chicks as both the Chixie Sticks and the Shrinky Dinks. If the Chicks are shopping about for a name change, I think those are both excellent alternatives.
Also, in the continuing saga of words-Phoebe-uses-to-respond-to-questions, Phoebe can now say "Okay!" Yeah, no, okay -- she's got all the bases covered. And yeah, it's very cute coming from her little voice. On Saturday we were playing outside and Mallory got some sand in her eye and was whimpering, and Phoebe went and crouched down beside her and said, "Okay?"
And, because you're all dying to know, we decided NOT to get the art desk for Mallory for Christmas. We're getting it for her birthday instead! Ha! I hope it fulfills my expectations as being something useful instead of confirming my fears that it will just take up space. And I'm also going to order her a copy of And Tango Makes Three as a demonstration of my support of gay penguin rights! (The book is based on the true story of two male penguins in a zoo who adopted a baby penguin. Apparently some parents are protesting its inclusion in school libraries because, I don't know, they think the penguins are sinful or something. Geez. They're penguins!) We bought invitations for Mallory's birthday party this weekend and I was wondering aloud what time the party should start. Mallory said, "I think we should wake up on my birthday morning and have breakfast and get dressed and have the party right then!" Her enthusiasm was palpable and I hated to explain that very few other people would be excited about birthday cake and bouncy houses at 7:45 a.m. on a Saturday.
Mallory's birthday is on a Saturday this year; she was born on a Sunday. She's almost completed a calendar cycle (to use, I'm sure, the technical term for it). How did she get so old?
Also, in the continuing saga of words-Phoebe-uses-to-respond-to-questions, Phoebe can now say "Okay!" Yeah, no, okay -- she's got all the bases covered. And yeah, it's very cute coming from her little voice. On Saturday we were playing outside and Mallory got some sand in her eye and was whimpering, and Phoebe went and crouched down beside her and said, "Okay?"
And, because you're all dying to know, we decided NOT to get the art desk for Mallory for Christmas. We're getting it for her birthday instead! Ha! I hope it fulfills my expectations as being something useful instead of confirming my fears that it will just take up space. And I'm also going to order her a copy of And Tango Makes Three as a demonstration of my support of gay penguin rights! (The book is based on the true story of two male penguins in a zoo who adopted a baby penguin. Apparently some parents are protesting its inclusion in school libraries because, I don't know, they think the penguins are sinful or something. Geez. They're penguins!) We bought invitations for Mallory's birthday party this weekend and I was wondering aloud what time the party should start. Mallory said, "I think we should wake up on my birthday morning and have breakfast and get dressed and have the party right then!" Her enthusiasm was palpable and I hated to explain that very few other people would be excited about birthday cake and bouncy houses at 7:45 a.m. on a Saturday.
Mallory's birthday is on a Saturday this year; she was born on a Sunday. She's almost completed a calendar cycle (to use, I'm sure, the technical term for it). How did she get so old?
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I can't sleep much less think about much of anything else but this coming week ahead. Too darn excited.