The Eid's Have It: Quiet day

Monday, June 2, 2008

Quiet day

I thought Mallory just had the case of the "Mondays" today, but by midday I could tell she was coming down with a cold. She even came up to me at the park, wanted to be picked up and told me "Mommy I go home now." Yup. She's sick. Let's just hope it's just a quick summer cold and not a full blown nasty one.

We spent the day coloring, watching TV and playing with playdoh. Mallory, Grandma, and Grandpa made a playdoh snowman. ****WARNING**** AWWWW ALERT!! Gary handed her all the parts one by one and she would put them on the snowman's body. She knew where all the body parts went! I mean, she did want several belly buttons but I don't think there is anything wrong with that?!?

By the end of the day she was happy to snuggle up in her pjs and watch George, complete with Daddy's hat on.....boogers and all I love this girl!

1 comment:

Tom, Jaime, Kendra said...: AWWWW, she is so darn cute! I hope the cold is getting better and she is ready to run and play this weekend! She did a very good job with the snowman!; June 4, 2008 at 7:14 AM

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