Um . . . . . 3 months ago. So this post is super late. We had a crazy, busy summer and I didn't do my vacation posts until the end of summer either. Mallory's birthday post got a little lost in there too. (Sorry Mally) I know I'm a bad mom! :( But better late than never. Clark's birthday is coming quick so I figured I better get hers up here first!
Here's her 4 - year pics:





Mallory is turning into a little lady. She's very sweet, but by far our most stubborn child. At least she's cute. Some days it the only thing that saves her. ;) We cut her hair a year ago. It was above her shoulders and now it's already halfway down her back. She loves having long hair and would like to grow it down to her feet. Don't know that that will happen - could you imagine brushing all the tangles out of hair that long? But we told her we would let her keep growing it a little bit longer. We might have to compromise and settle on bum-length hair! She wants to be a princess and they all have super long hair. I'm quite sure that's where she's getting her inspiration.
Mallory is really quite embarrassing as well. She's 4 so sometimes she doesn't know any better. But her comments none the less are still embarrassing!
So we come from AZ where most of the people there are either Caucasian or Hispanic. Mallory just grew up always seeing those types of people. It was normal to her. Well, the African-American population is HUGE out here. There are many, many people with black skin. We were eating at McDonald's and a lady that worked there kept coming over and talking to us. (She thought the kids were cute.) So we had been talking to her for awhile and Mallory all of a sudden blurts out, "Hey - why are you black?" I held my breath frantically thinking of something to say! The lady was caught off guard too, and just kind of stood there. The few moments of awkward silence there were seemed like an hour! So I start to tell her that God gave everyone different skin colors because it would be boring if we were all the same. And everyone is special because God made us that way no matter what color we are. It was the best I could come up with at the time. The lady seemed to be satisfied with that answer and proceeded to tell Mallory that people are like rainbows. There's black people, brown people, yellow people, white people. . . . . . .yeah, I wanted to crawl in a hole.
We were at Target another time and the lady that was our cashier was probably in her mid-40's. She was missing one of her front teeth. There was a very obvious hole in her mouth. Well, Mallory didn't miss it either. Halfway through our checkout process Mallory VERY excitedly says to the woman, "Hey - you lost a tooth!!" Chase had just lost a tooth and we were all very excited for him - the tooth fairy - the whole deal. But when you're 45 - no one wants a visit from the tooth fairy at that age!! So Mallory was excited for our checkout lady. I walked away laughing, but we have since avoided this woman's checkout lane for fear of Mallory pointing out the whole in this woman's face again. I later explained to Mallory that it's a sad thing when adults lose teeth.
Mallory has also recently learned what a skid-mark is. The kind in your underwear - not on the road. She is now an accomplished potty trainer and we have been teaching her to wipe herself when she goes #2. We usually do a last wipe and check to make sure she's clean, but lately she has been wanting that extra little piece of independence. She wants to do it all by herself - without help. So we've been letting her do it herself. One day I went to check on her after going pee (she had pooped earlier that morning) and I noticed a "skid-mark" in her underwear. I asked her what the brown mark in her underwear was. And she responded with, "It's just a little bit of chocolate." What? I chuckled and asked how she got chocolate in her underwear. She said, "When I was eating candy in the car and you turned a corner and it just whooped right into my panties!" She had no idea it was poop. Her chocolate candy was the only thing she could think of that was brown and could have possibly gotten in her underwear somehow. The crazy things a 4-year old mind can concoct! We've been practicing our wiping again . . . . .
We were checking out at Target a different time and our cashier was a male - who was obviously very confused about his gender. He had long hair, long fingernails, earrings, and a pink backpack. He was talking VERY feminine, but he had forgotten to shave his whiskers off that day. As he was finishing up with bagging our items Mallory says, "Mom, is that a boy or a girl?"
There have been a few more embarrassing "Mallory Moments". I finally have just been training her that if she has a question about another person in the store she needs to whisper her question in my ear - and not say it out loud!! I know her comments are made in innocence, but it's still embarrassing!
So our little Mally girl turned 4 back in July. We got to celebrate with her twice. When we went to Phoenix in May we did a family party for her at Peter Piper.
Mallory on the Carousel

Callie on the Carousel

Eating pizza with Journee

Having a Cupcake

Opening Presents

My brothers are always putting their best faces forward for the camera:
Jason (looking good Natalie!)

Cameron (and a cute half-of-Kim)

Tanner (and Clark)

(never a dull moment :))
We also celebrated with Craig's side of the family when they all came out to NJ in July.
The Princess Cake

Mallory Eating Cake

Grandma Treesa feeding Tristan and Clark Cake

Mallory with her birthday card that sang a song from The Little Mermaid. These musical cards are a BIG hit around our house!

Audrey helping Mallory open presents

We love you Mallory!