Merry Christmas to you and yours!

Whatcha smilin' at?

What a goof!

She is wearing her 22 months younger sister's coat and hat.
Nice.

Sisters

Snowman

Saturday night's forecast showed rain and 6-8 inches of snow. By 7pm Mallory was begging to go outside as the snow began to cover everything in sight. I started by telling her it was too cold and dark to go outside, but then realized (after stepping outside) that the snow brightened things up and it wasn't near as cold as I thought.

happy, happy, happy girl

To our delight, the snow had perfect packing ability and a snowman was quickly born.
After adding arms, Mallory decided the snowman needed a hat.

Layers and layers for 30 minutes of snowy bliss. Every occasion has the great potential to end in tears. Thankfully we're not above bribery and offered a snack in trade for coming inside.

First Snow

We had our first snowfall about a week and a half ago and by 8am Mallory was all bundled up to check it out. We never actually got outside in last year's snow, so this was her first experience. She was delighted and needed no instructions.
We didn't even have boots yet, so we wrapped her shoes in grocery bags to keep her feet dry. Worked like a charm.
The temperatures were good to us those first couple days with the snow, so we ventured out quite a few times. We, including the pups. Now their paws freeze within minutes of being outside.

What a smile!

She has a tendency to tease Buckeye with things, i.e. sticks, rocks, etc, and then gets upset when he takes them from her. Here she was saying, "Buckeye, come here back mine-a stick."
We shoveled all the snow on the deck into the corner, so she calls it a mountain and climbs up.
This outing ended in tragedy when we couldn't play with bubbles. She spotted the giant container of bubbles that didn't make it inside when we cleaned up the yard. I tried explaining they were frozen, but of course that was lost on her. Don't worry Mallory, only 4 more months until Spring. Ha.

Fudzies

Me: Mal, come on baby, it's time for lunch.
Mal: (from the other room) Yeah Momma, I'ma gettin' a the fudzies out.
That was quickly followed by this. Nice.
Getting the "fudzies" out from between one's toes apparently trumps lunch. Thankfully she forgot about her toes at least long enough to finish her grapes.

Where are Daddy & Buckeye?

Happy Tuesday!

Kaleidoscopes are fun!

Why would she put it in Abigail's mouth right after demonstrating she knew how to use it?

Classic.

Abigail clearly did not call "seat back".

Coo-ie

I guess Cookie Monsters need naps too.

Wow.

Tonight was the first night we put Abby in the exersaucer and after taking a few pictures of her I was reminded of a very similar picture of Mallory. Are you kidding me?? They are literally weeks apart in age in these photos, but I was shocked at just how much longer Mal's hair was at this point.

They are both so squeezable!

Oh, and by the way...

...Abby is five months old now.
I tried to post another laughing video but Blogger apparently doesn't like it...

Happy Tuesday!

Two more smiles for you.
Abby and our newest (and, it appears, final, gasp!) nephew, Kellan
over our Thanksgiving weekend in Illinois.

Two smiles for you!

Happy Tuesday!