15 month check up
Weight: 19 pounds 7.5 ounces
</p>Height: 30.25 inches
</p>2 vaccinations
Answering the question
I don't exactly recall what I asked her, but from this video one might assume it was "do you want to be fed to crocodiles?"
Fifteen Months Old
Dear Mallory,
This is a month of expanding your reach. I had just gotten comfortable with the childproofing we had done and you (literally) kicked it up a notch. There’s nothing you can’t reach. TV? Got it. Roman shades? Got ‘em. Mom’s lap top? Oh, yeah.
In addition to reaching new heights, you’re expanding your vocabulary, too. Although these aren’t exactly words, you use them appropriately:
- Ut-oh (when you drop something)
- Whoa (when you’re impressed)
- Tee-koh tee-koh (this is the sound you make when you pretend to tickle one of us)
- Awwww (you say this while putting your head on someone’s shoulder, or while holding your stuffed bunny)
As if that weren’t enough you have also invented your own dance style (high stepping) and have modified your current running posture with your head thrown back and arms behind you. We think it’s your attempt at making your body more aerodynamic. I'm so proud of your amazing progress into toddlerhood. You handle changes to your routine with ease and are a pleasure to travel with. Your dad and I look forward to a fun summer with you.
Love,
Mama
Dancing Queen
Mallory had a wonderful time at cousin Jeven and Julie's wedding this past weekend. From the beautiful ceremony to the delicious food and the amazing band, it was a perfect day. Mike and I agree that the dancing gene must skip a generation, because she is already far cooler than either of us will ever be. View the evidence here. All our best to the happy couple.
Fourteen Months Old
Dear Mallory,
Today you are fourteen months old. April rushed by in such a blur. There were the birthday parties of Carter, Vito and Nan Leamon and then Easter. While racking my brain for what is new this month it occurred to me that not only are things NEW but they are also IMPROVED.
*NEW* The food situation
You currently love all things dairy. First there is the cheese: grilled cheese, cubes of cheese, cheese by the slice, cheese from the old man at the deli, cheese inside a tortellini. Then the yogurt: yogurt from a spoon, yogurt drunk from a can, whipped yogurt that tastes more like a dessert. Oh, the fun one can have with yogurt.
We also test-drove a wide assortment of sippie-cups trying to discern your preference. You made it abundantly clear tonight that you would prefer a juice box.
*IMPROVED* The sleep factor
My little lovebug, you have made quite the transition. Starting about a week ago we tried switching things up a bit by having dad put you down at night. Without any fear in your eyes you waved to him, said bye-bye and settled in. There were maybe 3 minutes of protest, but no all-night wailing like we had expected. The next test was to see if you would do the same for mama. With no bottle, sippie, pacifier or nursing you settled in like a champ. Thank you.
*NEW and IMPROVED*
Every day you shock us not only with your adorableness, but your intelligence. This month you started to zero in on routines. You say goodbye when things are cleaned up or put away and wave hi when we return from another room, even if it's been just a few minutes. When leaving the house you burst ahead, eager to open Phoebe’s crate and give her a biscuit. So enamoured with the biscuits I caught you helping yourself to one the other day.
Each night we clean up your toys because you enjoy nothing better than pulling them out in the morning. You have a set of fabric blocks that zip up inside a plastic case which you toss upon my lap every morning and say “SSSS-THIS.” We think the translation is “Open This.” Or, rather, “open this, please” because hey, if we’re going to make stuff up, let’s pretend you have manners, right? After all that work, you like to wear the case on your head and make faces.
The mischief reached new heights this evening as you used your dinosaur toy as a step-ladder to propel yourself over the gate. Your mission was thwarted by mama’s eagle eye and some protesting resulted.
Other fun habits which I must jot down so they aren't lost in the cobwebs of my mind:
- Playing with trash. If it’s so bad, why are mom and dad always in there?
- Sticking both index fingers up your nostrils and wiggling. We’ve dubbed this move “the walrus”
- Referring to your socks, shoes and feet as “Shoes.” On the plus side, you will now fetch our shoes and bring them to us. I think it’s time to start negotiating an allowance.
- Wearing the plastic stacking rings like costume jewelry.
There you have it. The new and improved Mallory Grace. Truly, fun for the whole family.
Love,
Mama
Her highness rests
Yes there is Nirvanah;
it is leading your sheep to green pastures,
and in putting your child to sleep,
and in writing the last line of your poem.
~Kahlil Gibran
nine. one. one.
Dear Daughter,
Did you know that it’s a federal offense to prank call 9-1-1? Even if you hang up before someone answers. Apparently not, because there is now an officer on his way over to scold your parents for letting you play with the phone. I suspect this is just the first in a series of times I have to take the wrap for your mischief.
Best Regards,
The Scapegoat
