Before I tell this lovely story let me give you a little background information.  Every Christmas the Haymond tradition is to meet at Mamo and Papa’s house (Mike’s grandparents) and eat Hawaiian pancakes.  This is a recipe that Papa made up.  In the pancake batter you add coconut, pineapple, and other things I can’t remember.  Then, before you eat it, you cover it with melted butter, powdered sugar and sliced bananas.  They try to eat as many as they can.  I say they because I have never become a huge fan and I guess that is why I am not yet a true Haymond.  Well, Mallory shares my feelings about the pancakes.  

At our house we eat Waffles for breakfast, hardly ever pancakes. Well, this morning I only had enough milk to make pancakes.  When Mallory woke up I got her a pancake and cut it up.  She looked at it and started screaming, like out of control, throw yourself on the floor, kicking and shrieking.  She wouldn’t even talk to me she was so upset.  I figured out that she did not want a pancake.  She would not settle down.  I just kept saying, “Eat your pancake”.  She made the babies cry she was so loud.  So I decided to ignore her and help Jack and Annie.  I put Jack in the tub which is always a hoot (I’ll have to post about that later). Jack being in the tub distracted Mal enough that she started to settle down so  I asked her if she could tell me her problem.

She said, ” I hate pancakes.”

I said, “You like waffles and pancakes better than cereal.”

She said, “No I don’t. I hate pancakes.”

I said “Pancakes taste just like waffles but without the bumps.”

She said,”No, I ate one at Mamo’s and at the cabin and I hate them.”

I said, “I didn’t make Hawaiian pancakes. I just made waffles that are flat.”

She said, “OH” and went to the kitchen and ate her flat waffle!

Talk about a breakdown in communication!!!!!

So after deciding that soccer wasn’t the activity of choice for Hailey, we didn’t think much of getting Mallory involved in it. However, due to some neighborly pressure, we signed her up for a spring league. We weren’t really sure how she’d like it, but so far she seems to enjoy it quite a bit. Almost more than she likes dance I think (I think this because the last few weeks she complains of being “sick” so that she doesn’t have to go to dance).

So last Saturday was her first game. After the game she told me that she didn’t get a goal, but she got in there and kicked it a few times (which is more than Hailey did during her entire soccer career). I always thought Mally was a bit more of a tom-boy than Hailey, but maybe sports is more her thing. Guess we’ll just have to see if she continues to enjoy it.

Where do Swedish Fish come from?

Well… according to Mallory, fisherman catch fish and then dry them out so that they can be Swedish Fish so we can eat them.

Now you know.

Yesterday I got Hailey on the bus and told Mallory that we needed to get the babies ready so that we could go vote. She is my little home body and did not want to go. I kept prodding her along but she was dragging her feet. I kept telling her to hurry and finally she said “What is voting?” I told her it was when we go and tell who we want to be the president.  That made her so excited and she got ready very fast.  She even let me do her hair (which is a miracle for a girl who daily gets threatened that I will give her a hair cut like daddy’s). We fed the babies and packed their bag and we were off.  We had to drop something off at a neighbors house which made her mad.  She just wanted to go vote. 

So we got to the school and I let her help me vote.  She didn’t seem very excited.  I said “Okay, we did it. Let’s go.” She stopped walking and said but we didn’t see him.  I asked her who and she said “Presently Hinckley” (that is what she calls him).  It made me so sad.  I wished we were going to see  him too.  I told her we voted for the President of the United States not the President of the church.  She was very very disappointed.

This funny story reminds me of another Mallory misunderstanding this week.  I was playing with Jack and telling him all the nursery rhymes with Jack in them.  Mallory asked me why they wrote all those stories about him.  I said they aren’t about our Jack  just people with the same name.  Like Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater has the same name as Nolan’s dad, who is also our Bishop.  ”Oh”, she said “and like Peter Pan.”  So a few days later she was telling me about a game. I  told her I didn’t know that game.  She said that it’s a game that  Nolan, Sam and Bishop Peter Pan have. 

I must not explain things very well because when Hailey was little she was going crazy and I told her she needed to have more patience.  She said, ” Mom I’m not a doctor!”

It’s kinda been a busy week, but that’s really no excuse for this post being late. But since Mallory can’t read yet, I don’t think she’ll really mind.

On Thursday Mallory turned 4 years old. Which is odd because she seems older than that to me. I think it’s just because of the fact that she tends to play on Hailey’s level a lot so it makes her seem older than she is. She was excited for her birthday and for all the presents she expected to get and I’m pretty sure she wasn’t disappointed. She got lots of good presents (with more to come on Sunday) and she even got to go get a Frosty with Nolan for lunch on Thursday. She was apparently expecting decorations to be put up for her “celebration”, but the fact that we didn’t decorate didn’t seem to effect her much.

Anyways… Happy Birthday Mal!! Only 1 more year till she’s school age (yikes).