Happy Easter (A Few Days Late)

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You guys, we’re getting ready to move across an ocean. AN OCEAN! Next week, strangers are coming to my house to pack up every last wordily possession I have to put into crates which will ride across the Atlantic Ocean on a boat. Who knows if they’ll fall off and sink down to rest next to the Titanic. Let’s hope not.

Needless to say, I’ve been a little busy. I haven’t forgotten about this blog. Or you. Or Harry and his ridiculous excitement when any balloon is involved. The Easter Bunny stopped by this weekend to drop off a beach pail full of balloons and the pure glee on his face is enough to get me through his teenage years three times over. I’m serious.

I’m going to be popping in here with lots of photo heavy posts for the next month or two (of crazy moving) just because the time it takes to write down words is lost on things like packing underwear and calling hotels and sleeping. Bear with me, because when I finally have the time to write, I’m going to have time to write. And I’ll be in Germany/the rest of Europe.

xoxo Mallory

PS “Bear with me” is the correct way to spell that. “Bare with me” would be an invitation to become naked with one another. Thanks, Google, for clearing that up for me.

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A Few More Things I Never Want to Forget

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+ “Oh MY gosh”

+ Your little two word sentences.

+ It’s teamwork when it comes to push ups. And your squats. And how much you love your “ab roll.”

+ Waking up for the second time next to your sleeping face. I’m over the 4am wake ups, but when you cuddle right up next to me and go back to sleep, I can’t help but love the snuggles.

+ How big your legs look in shorts. I’m sure one day I’ll look back and think you were so little, but right now you look huge.

+Happy by Pharrell. Over and over and over. I had to figure out how to loop a Youtube video.

+ How quickly you pick something up. I put you on the grass barefoot one morning for less than 3 minutes, and now you shout “Grass!” every time we pass that spot.

+ Your ABCs.

+ The sweet, excited face that greets me when I get out of the shower because you have to tell me Elmo’s on the iPad.

+ You’re imitating everything. Everything, and it’s the sweetest.

+ Your animal noises.

+ The way you know Papa is at his most vulnerable when he’s still sleepy in the morning, so that’s when you go in for the lip kisses.

+ The path of destruction that follows you everywhere.

+ The constant need to be held. Sometimes I can’t do it buddy, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it more than anything.

xoxo Mama

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He Still Needs His Mama

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Yesterday, Jon and I were cooking and cleaning up the kitchen while we all watched Frozen with one eye. At one point, I looked into the living room and Harry was there with a stack of pillows he had pulled off the couch and a bowl of snacks and just like that, he looked so old. I watched him climb up onto the chair, grab a few toys to play with, come back for a banana chip, and watch the movie and thought “He’s not a baby anymore.”

Shortly thereafter, Harry’s teeth started hurting, he had a fever, and he was experiencing his very first diaper rash – all at once. Mere minutes after thinking he was getting so old, I found myself trying to comfort a very upset baby who refused to let me put him down. Just now I put Harry down for a nap, still suffering from teething and the rash, by rocking him with his head on my shoulder, singing the song I hadn’t sang to him in so many months.

I love to see his adventurous spirit take flight and watch him explore and discover. But, no matter how many couches he can climb up on, no matter how many two word sentences he can put together, no matter how many self portraits he takes, for now at least, he’s still my baby and he still needs me from time to time.

xoxo Mallory

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Happy Harry

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This music video has 22 million views on Youtube, and I’m pretty sure, per Harry’s “Happy!” request, at least 6,000 were from us. Yesterday. The kid loves to dance. And in case you need a little happy dance in your life…

xoxo Mallory

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To Germany

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Have you ever wanted to just pick up and move? I have. I’ve wanted to pick up and move myself, my loves, and my bed over to Europe for some time now, and you know what? I think it’s high time we did that.

The Recors are moving to Germany. May 2014.

xoxo Mallory

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Mini-Vacations to New Orleans Are The Best

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If I’m being honest, last week kicked my butt. It was far too busy, and I felt like my whole life was way out of balance. It wasn’t a fun week. So to rectify that, Saturday morning Jon and I ignored all the work we had, left the house a little messier than I like it, and drove over to New Orleans for the day. It felt like a sunny vacation day, and it was exactly what I needed.

This was the first time we had done The French Quarter with Harry and boy is it different with a kid. It’s BUSY man. So we parked ourselves on the edge of Jackson Square eating beignets in the sunshine and Harry learned to dance to the second line street bands. It was one of those moments that are feeling far too rare lately that time stood still and I felt the sunshine on my face and heard my kid laughing and smelled my husbands hair in the breeze and that was it. There wasn’t anything else floating around in the back of my mind. My to do lists were long forgotten, and I was beyond happy.

Some days you just need a little vacation from it all, and when you get it, it’s good.

xoxo Mallory

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Audubon Zoo, New Orleans

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Before there was the Denver Zoo, there was the Audubon Zoo in New Orleans. It was Harry’s first zoo visit and I couldn’t let it pass without a little recognition on the blog. Side note, check out that boy’s eyelashes.

As a family rule, we love the zoo. It’s the perfect way to spend a Saturday and it never gets old. But as I get on in age and wisdom, a part of me is sad at the zoo. I know they are for conservation. I know we’re working on breeding and increasing dying populations. But those cages get me. Which is why I love to see the peacocks.

The peacocks aren’t confined in a cage, though if they’d like to be, they just hop right in. We saw a whole herd of them hanging out with a little fox at the Denver Zoo. They had taken over this little guy’s cage and I don’t think he minded, having visitors. But usually, you see the peacocks walking around like all the humans. Perching in a tree for a birds eye view. Hanging out with all their animal friends on their own free will. I like to think of them as the little ambassadors of the zoo. Walking around from cage to cage, stopping to talk to each of the animals, bring them their daily dose of beauty. What do you think they’re talking about?

Anyway, in case you weren’t quite finished with the photo dump from Colorado, I figured I’d feed your addiction. The Audubon Zoo in New Orleans is quite nice. It’s big, it’s pretty, and there are so many beautiful exhibits. And of course, trees full of peacocks.

xoxo Mallory

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Do you kiss your kids on the lips?

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Saturday morning Harry and I were awake and laying in bed before Jon woke up. His peaceful sleeping face was too tempting for me and I told Harry to give his Papa a kiss on the lips, and Harry went for it. He woke his Papa up with a nice wet one, smack dab on the lips. Which wouldn’t be such a big deal, except Jon doesn’t kiss Harry on the lips.

I mentioned this in the caption of a recent Instagram of mine and the reaction was interesting. Most people didn’t understand how or why Jon resists those sweet little Harry lips. But he’s said it since before Harry was born, he won’t kiss our kids on the lips. The head, the nose, the cheek, but not the lips.

Let’s just preface this with: I am not from a kissing family. I don’t kiss my parents on the lips and I don’t really ever remember doing so. But there was never a question whether I’d kiss Harry on the lips, and the moment I saw that sweet little pout, it was all confirmed. I’d be a lip-kisser. And I plan on being a lip-kisser until the day Harry is done with it.

I’m curious, do you kiss your kids (or will you) on the lips? Also, do you kiss your parents on the lips? I think it’s interesting that I don’t kiss my parents, but can’t get enough of those baby lips.

xoxo Mallory

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