Christmas in March

Last night I unpacked a big tub of clothes and toys we brought home from Anita's last week. I mentioned to Matthew that it was going to be like Christmas for Mallory.  When she got up this morning she reacted like Santa had gathered the reindeer and made a special trip just to bring her a Christmas in March.  She went back and forth between the books, and the doll house, and the Dora ball over and over again.  The whole time she kept repeating "My book," "My house", or "My ball" again and again.  Cute, but makes me wonder if we need to work on sharing.

"My bag...My ball"

Mallory, who's on your ball?   Dora, of course!




Matthew's back has been acting up again this week so these two haven't gotten to play together like they usually do.  Mallory has had a hard time understanding that Daddy can't hold her "up high" or do her other favorite tricks, so this snuggle time was good for both of them.



Mallory, please don't hate me someday for sharing this.  I just couldn't keep it to myself.