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This is kind of lame but I need to get it down on paper, as it were. For each of Mallory's birthday (up until last year) I've written down a list of "stats" -- weight, height, and favorites. I never got Mallory's 4th bday stats written down, and I haven't done one for Phoebe's first bday either. So I'm writing them down today, sorry it's not more interesting.

Mallory at 4
Weight: 52 lbs
Height: 42 inches
Favorite Toy: Jessie & Woody dolls
Favorite Movies: Monsters Inc., Toy Story 2
Favorite TV show: Max and Ruby; Oobi (She called noggin.com the "oobiputer")
Favorite Food: Bowtie pasta, ice cream
Favorite Song: Hand Jive ("Danny dances with Cha-cha"), B-O-O-T-S

Phoebe at 1
Weight: 29 lbs
Height: 31 inches
Teeth: 7
Hair: Light reddish brown
Eyes: Blue
Favorite Toy: Anything small and clutchable
Favorite Movie: Baby Shakespeare
Favorite TV Show: Sesame Street, Miffy
Favorite Song: The ABC Song, Elmo's Song, Woo-hoo
Favorite Food: Strawberry yogurt, pizza crusts

Whew. I can now cross this off my to-do list.

ART for the Day
Last weekend I caught Mallory coming up the stairs carrying a carton full of eggs. "Hey! Whoa! What are you doing? Go put those back right now!" I said.

"But Mommy, I need them!" she protested.

"For what?"

"For juggling," she said.

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Comments

aimee said…
Well, duh Mom. Of course they were for juggling! :)
11:36 AM
H Noble said…
That's not boring. It makes me feel like I know them. And I love that she wants to learn to juggle with eggs. That says she's a go-getter kind of girl who doesn't let things get in her way. She's going to be somebody great someday!
H
6:41 PM
Anonymous said…
I love it! Who would have thought to juggle eggs!! Oh, to be a kid again!
6:47 PM
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