Christmas Morning 2014

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This Christmas was a good one. All through the month of December, Harry was excited. We talked about Santa, sat on his lap twice, discussed how elves were going to make the perfect red double decker bus, opened our advent calendar every day, made cookies and Christmas cards, sang carols, visited Christmas Markets, and loved on our Christmas tree. Seeing my favorite time of the year through the eyes of my alllllmost two year old somehow upped the magic factor by about a million, give or take.

Christmas morning was full of sugar (I’ll let you imagine the resulting midday crash) and love and so many presents Harry actually left a few under the tree. We’re still opening presents. But that red double decker bus. Man, Santa pulled through on that one.

I hope your Christmas was full of your own red double decker bus happiness.

xoxo Mallory

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It’s Nice to Meet You, Santa

It's Nice to Meet You, Santa | R.Simple LifeIt's Nice to Meet You, Santa | R.Simple LifeIt's Nice to Meet You, Santa | R.Simple Life We weren’t sure what to expect with our Santa visit, because we really only started prepping Harry a few days before. But the kid loved Santa. He couldn’t contain his excitement in line, and as soon as the boy in front of him hopped off Santa’s lap, Harry was running.

He hopped into Santa’s lap, shook his hand and said “It’s nice to meet you!” then proceeded to tell Santa he would like a “BIG red double bus” all the while enamored with his beard. We’re pretty sure Santa didn’t have a beard in Harry’s mind’s eye, but it didn’t throw him off. He was pretty interested in it and hasn’t stopped talking about it yet.

And now he’s really, really hoping that Santa’s elves are working hard making his “BIG red double bus” and not-so-secretly wishing for a yellow bow tie in his stocking. If there was any doubt this kid was mine…

xoxo Mallory

Harry Does Halloween

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Fact: Halloween is 1,000x better with a kid. Harry and I started scheming about 6 weeks before the day, planning our costumes, deciding what to do, talking about candy and “trick or treater” and ghosts and pumpkins. It was so much fun. Next year, I’m throwing a Halloween party so that we can all have two costumes. Plus, we’ll be avoiding trick or treating as long as possible.

So six weeks ago, Harry decided he wanted to be a “truck driver.” I blame his favorite book, Murmel Murmel Murmel for that one. I tried to convince him that being a raccoon or a penguin or a bear would be SO MUCH BETTER but he was stuck on a truck driver, so I ordered him a trucker hat, found a red plaid shirt for him to wear, and resigned myself to the fact that I have lost control over my child’s Halloween costume choice much earlier than I had expected.

Fortunately, the trucker hat showed up and Harry wanted nothing to do with it, so I dug through our drawer of Halloween costumes four days before Halloween and pulled together the perfect costume: Harry Potter. Harry Potter was a hit, Harry loved shouting “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” at the top of his tiny lungs, and he even got “candy” (chocolate covered plum bites). All in all, the best Halloween ever and I can’t wait to top it times a million next year. I’m already thinking about our costumes.

To see more of Harry’s costumes (there were “three” in total plus a super cute picture of Mickey Mouse hiding out behind my couch) and Jon and I as Mary Poppins and Bert, check out my Instagram.

xoxo Mallory

Things I Never Want to Forget: Almost 22 months

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+ “Nuzzle” AKA lay on top of a stuffed animal/guy/diaper/blanket and push your face hard against it.

+ Also, “nuzzling” in Mama’s bed.

+ If you are the last one with anything on your plate, you are the self-proclaimed “Bacon Master” of that food item (“Bacon Master of Beans!”)

+ How sweet you were when I threw out my back. Wanting to kiss it all the time.

+ “Up to Mama” versus your very independent ways.

+ This time of almost potty trained, where one of the most important decisions of your day is “Thomas underpants or Like Papa underpants”

+ How much you love to run. Just run. One of your favorite things to do is “run outside” which basically means you run up and down the driveway for as long as I’ll let you.

+ “OOO WEE” at a particularly rich smell.

+ When I come across Pharell’s Happy while flipping through radio stations and your whole body smiles as you shout “MAMA FOUND HAPPY!”

+ The way you talk to all smoke detectors.

+ When people ask how old you are and then say, almost in awe, “Wow, he’s talking really well.”

+ “Sitting in my poopy pants.”

+ How, at the end of the day, your little body just melts into mine while I sing you one of your favorite songs (Step in Time or Peanut Butter Jelly Time or “Oh Nighty Night” AKA Oh Holy Night or “Papa Song” AKA a tune I make up with words I make up about Papa) and you bury your head in my shoulder resisting sleep. And the second I finish a song, the way you kiss me and say “bed.”

+ All of your cars and trucks lined up bumper to bumper and the excited squeal of “Traffic jam!” You may be the only person in the world who gets so excited about a traffic jam he asks his mum to take a picture of it.

+ You practicing “trick or treat(er)!”

+ The way you play so nicely in your crib in the mornings and after naps and then suddenly yell “Get out get out get out!” So I go get you.

+ How very certain you are that you could fix just about anything if only you had some glue.

+ “Dabana” (banana) and the fact that a “peanut butter dabana in half” does not in fact mean a banana cut in half with peanut butter, but a whole banana sans peanut butter.

+ The beginning of terrible twos where you throw a tantrum at the toss of a hat, won’t cooperate when I ask you to do something, bite, hit, pull hair… and then turn around and are the sweetest, most gentile and loving human being I’ve ever seen. With the bad comes the extreme good, so I’ll take it my love.

xoxo Mama

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Conversations With the Smoke Detector

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So Harry has been just about the cutest thing in the world lately (he’s also been quite the rascal, don’t let me fool you – terrible twos are here) and my new favorite Harry-ism is talking to inanimate objects. Like the smoke detector really wants to know about what’s going on in our house.

“Smoke detector, pool open today, smoke detector. Puttin on Thomas underpants, smoke detector. Duke eat Baby Olive Oil’s panda bear, smoke detector. Peed in the potty, smoke detector.”

He also shows the smoke detector all of his books, stuffed animals, Guys, underwear, etc. And it doesn’t stop there. He also talks to Papa’s airplane (pictured), to the monitor, to the red double decker bus, to the lights… Poor kid might need a few more playdates.

xoxo Mallory