Kids Make the Darndest Things: Me

The other day the kids wanted to draw. Alex always wants to draw with my highlighters even though they are so light that you can't see his work very well.

He worked very hard for about 10 minutes on this one piece of paper and then he brought it to me with this giant smile on his face.

He looked down at his masterpiece and he sheepishly told me that he had drawn a picture of me.  My eyes immediately welled with tears because this was the first ever sketch of me made by one of my children and I felt the weight of this moment in my heart.

And then I aksed him to tell me more about the picture and this is what he said:

My heart....he drew my heart.

Happy Mother's Day! 

What's Cookin with Mallory

Welcome to Mallory's Kitchen!

Mommy is very busy making lists and checking them twice getting ready for our trip next weekend so I told her that I would take over the blog for the day.

One of my favorite things to do is to imitate my Mommy in my play kitchen. She is a fabulous cook and I know she works very hard at finding great recipes and making nice meals for us which Alex refuses to eat and I like to throw on the floor.

Today I am making a really special dish that is so easy *even a cranky Alex could make it*. It is called Skillet Fried Burger Cheese!

This is the tricky part....are you paying attention?

It is all about the technique. You have to push the lettuce down like this into the skillet.

Awww....screw it, let's use the rolling pin to flatten the burger cheese. It needs to be very, very thin. Cook it like this for about 45 seconds and then serve it to your brother. Don't for get to make him do the dishes when you are done.

Enjoy!

Martha....look out!

Dear Aunt Bobbi....

Hi there...Mallory here. I have taken over the blog for the day to tell you about some correspondence I had with my Auntie Bobbi yesterday. I regularly email her from my personal email account (yes, my Daddy is a geek) and I'm thinking of joining Twitter so that I can be better connected to my peeps.


Dear Aunt Bobbi,

I got into a little bit of trouble today. I wanted a spa day so I could do something about these wrinkles that I have and I thought about how smooth my butt is and it's because Mommy puts this cream on it so I thought it would make a nice moisturizer. That probably wouldn't have been a big deal if I wouldn't have gotten it all over me and Alex and the stairs and my floor and the hallway and some of my clothes. Oh we also painted the dining room window with it too. That will teach Mommy to go take a potty break....

Anyway, I need your help because Mommy is threatening to NEVER shop at Gymboree for me again! She wants to buy my clothes from *shudder* WALMART! I can't wear Wal Mart clothes. What will the other toddlers think? How will I make friends and influence people? You can't let
her do this. You must talk some sense into her.

Thank You Aunt Bobbi....

I love you!

~Mallory

P.S. I am so excited to see you on Friday. Hurry!

This is the email I got back from my Auntie Bobbi...

I understand wanting to use moisturizer for your wrinkles, it's never too early to start. However, you should never waste a good product painting others and windows.

But with that being said, your mommy is being completely unreasonable! No child should have to wear clothes from Walmart, unless they're rednecks or white trash and you my dear are neither or those things.

So, I will have a talk with your mom and convince her that threatening to not shop at Gymboree anymore is a crime against baby fashion.
And I know your mom doesn't want Officer Olson from the fashion police all up in her business!

I love you too,

Aunt Bobbi

My dear Mommy would like you to know that after trying EVERYTHING under the sun to clean the diaper cream from the carpet....the only thing that worked was this cleaner that she just bought last week from a door to door sales woman. It is called Advanage. It is a miracle cleaner!

**Disclaimer**
The kids regularly wear clothing from Wal-Mart and Target but Mamma gets mad when the nice Gymbo outfits get messed up.