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Dear Mac {You're Three}
Dear Miss Mac,
Dear Miss Mac,
You my angel face, are two today. Yes! Two years old. And your mama is shocked at how the time has flown. I was relieved when we celebrated your first year. A year filled with love and learning, but also a tough year for mom, trying to wrangle you and your sister. I was also still reeling from your "birth day". It still gets me, at the oddest times, but it's not so heavy on my heart anymore. These days, the heaviness is from watching my shorty, angel face, grow up all too quickly. You are starting to look like a toddler (finally), but I hate to admit that I'm going to miss having a baby around.
Angel Face, you are a doll. You make mama smile even on foggy days. You are funny just like your daddy and can lighten any situation. Your facial expressions are more than words. You can give a dirty look better than any Hernandez I know. Your smile melts any heart, especially your daddy who is challenged with taking anything away from you, and your mama who tries to be tough, but just can't follow through.
I want you to know that I find it simply amazing that you are talking. A lot. You get that from me. Once you got started a few months back, you haven't stopped. I'm amazed that you know the color purple. You ask "where's daddee" and "daddees wok". I love that you ask for "eye-sh tee" and "cocos", which translates into iced tea and chocolate. I know breakfast of champions, but you know what you like. I love that you call for your
"mon-eee" (grandma) and your "papa" (great grandpa), and they love that you ask for them.
I love that you still love Yo Gabba Gabba, you ask for "dabba dabs" and point to the tv. You sing, "dee dee Do Do" for Dora, and "go go dogo" for Diego. You also sing and babble to yourself in your own Mac language, and I can hear you from other rooms. When I check on you I find you are rocking your "babies" or collecting your "friends", like Elmo, Cookie Monster, and Brobee.
And sometimes, when you forget we are listening, you will go ahead and sing your "hoppy" song. Listening to you sing, You are my sunshine, in your own way, nailing the melody like you have sung it since birth, squeezes my full heart. The only word I recognize is "hoppy", and it makes me happy too. I'm so glad Papa was able to teach it to you, and that you love him and this song so much.
I'm so incredibly glad that I had you. I'm so happy that I let go, and took the road less traveled. Had I played it safe, I would have never known the actual joy of motherhood. You also gave me a gift only you could give, a second chance to be the kind of mom I wanted to be. A chance to really feel like a good mother, a worthy mother. Thank you. Thank you for all the second chances you have blessed me with. Thank you for all the midnight feedings I didn't cry through. Thank you for all the 3 am diaper changes where I sang to you, instead of acted like a zombie. Thank you for teaching me the fine art of being myself and being a mom.
So today you are two. And we will have cake and ice cream. We will sing and open gifts and get pedicures (ok, that's mostly for me). We will say a prayer of thanks for this life. This life that is so precious and blessed. It's funny, but mom thought she had it all.
Then she had you...
Happy Birthday Miss Mac... And many more. Mama loves you, more than Starbucks.
You my angel face, are two today. Yes! Two years old. And your mama is shocked at how the time has flown. I was relieved when we celebrated your first year. A year filled with love and learning, but also a tough year for mom, trying to wrangle you and your sister. I was also still reeling from your "birth day". It still gets me, at the oddest times, but it's not so heavy on my heart anymore. These days, the heaviness is from watching my shorty, angel face, grow up all too quickly. You are starting to look like a toddler (finally), but I hate to admit that I'm going to miss having a baby around.
I want you to know that I find it simply amazing that you are talking. A lot. You get that from me. Once you got started a few months back, you haven't stopped. I'm amazed that you know the color purple. You ask "where's daddee" and "daddees wok". I love that you ask for "eye-sh tee" and "cocos", which translates into iced tea and chocolate. I know breakfast of champions, but you know what you like. I love that you call for your
"mon-eee" (grandma) and your "papa" (great grandpa), and they love that you ask for them.
I love that you still love Yo Gabba Gabba, you ask for "dabba dabs" and point to the tv. You sing, "dee dee Do Do" for Dora, and "go go dogo" for Diego. You also sing and babble to yourself in your own Mac language, and I can hear you from other rooms. When I check on you I find you are rocking your "babies" or collecting your "friends", like Elmo, Cookie Monster, and Brobee.
And sometimes, when you forget we are listening, you will go ahead and sing your "hoppy" song. Listening to you sing, You are my sunshine, in your own way, nailing the melody like you have sung it since birth, squeezes my full heart. The only word I recognize is "hoppy", and it makes me happy too. I'm so glad Papa was able to teach it to you, and that you love him and this song so much.
I'm so incredibly glad that I had you. I'm so happy that I let go, and took the road less traveled. Had I played it safe, I would have never known the actual joy of motherhood. You also gave me a gift only you could give, a second chance to be the kind of mom I wanted to be. A chance to really feel like a good mother, a worthy mother. Thank you. Thank you for all the second chances you have blessed me with. Thank you for all the midnight feedings I didn't cry through. Thank you for all the 3 am diaper changes where I sang to you, instead of acted like a zombie. Thank you for teaching me the fine art of being myself and being a mom.
So today you are two. And we will have cake and ice cream. We will sing and open gifts and get pedicures (ok, that's mostly for me). We will say a prayer of thanks for this life. This life that is so precious and blessed. It's funny, but mom thought she had it all.
Then she had you...
Happy Birthday Miss Mac... And many more. Mama loves you, more than Starbucks.
How to eat a cupcake {Tutorial}
Since we are traveling and I'm not near my computer
I thought I'd give you all a little tutorial.
Plus I've been meaning to post these pics since Christmas!
InstaFriday and recaps of my doctors visits to follow.
Enjoy!
This post is to show the real way to eat and enjoy a cupcake. Please note that this is not professional advice.
Just the opinion of a very cute toddler and her mama.
Only a cupcake was harmed in the making of this tutorial.
Make sure to look over the cupcake.
Quality is important.
Don't waste time on a sub par cupcake.
Or one with out sprinkles.
Start slow.
There is time.
Proper cupcake eating should not be rushed.
Make sure to take time to breathe.
Enjoy the indulgence.
Laugh at those who are counting your calories.
Cupcakes are for those who know decadence.
Protect your cupcake.
Don't let your peers pressure you into
believing that you have met your sugar limit.
Smile and enjoy every savory morsel.
Wear your cupcake/frosting goatee with pride.
Finally squeal in delight!!
Let the sugar take over your central nervous system.
Enjoy your sugar high!
Who's hungry for a cupcake?
Little moments...
The other night, I was going to blog. I had this link up in mind, and I just wanted to get it out. I wasn't so sure of it, so I wanted to focus, and give it time, and let it flow...
Then this happened.
This face changed everything. So I decided to put blogging on the back burner... For two full episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba, and take a moment for this face. This face is what it's all about.
It's these moments that I love. The little smiles. The laughter. It makes this job so freaking worth it I cry happy tears.
That's why I love InstaFridays. InstaFriday's have made me share these little moments. Moments that would just be sitting in my phone. Maybe shared on Facebook, or in an email... These moments that make up this blessed little corner of my life.
This week Jeanette opened InstaFriday with this:
Then this happened.
This face changed everything. So I decided to put blogging on the back burner... For two full episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba, and take a moment for this face. This face is what it's all about.
It's these moments that I love. The little smiles. The laughter. It makes this job so freaking worth it I cry happy tears.
That's why I love InstaFridays. InstaFriday's have made me share these little moments. Moments that would just be sitting in my phone. Maybe shared on Facebook, or in an email... These moments that make up this blessed little corner of my life.
This week Jeanette opened InstaFriday with this:
"The best camera is the one you have with you"
I couldn't agree more.
Happy Blogging,
Megan
PS: That post I was so hyped about... It didn't go over so well I think. I over thought it, and that happens to me from time to time. Well, back to the writing (drawing) board...
Can you guess where I'm linking up?
This face...
I love this face!
I mean seriously, I ask you, how could you not love this face?
I was thinking the other day that I write SO MUCH about Caitlin, that many of you might not know much about Mackenzie. Let me tell you this kid is HILARIOUS... Like her father, HILARIOUS. Before I get to that stuff, let me give you OUR back story.
I almost didn't get this face. Truth is, and I know it sounds horrible, I didn't want another baby. Now, I didn't say I didn't want Mackenzie, I just said I didn't want another baby. My motherhood career had a super rocky start. So of course I had doubts and fears. I begged John to wait until Caitlin was at least two, then after Caitlin's second birthday threw out all my BC pills, then totally freaked, ordered another package and took them for another month. I thought it's now or never, put the fear of morning sickness, leg cramps and constipation behind me, and said, FINE.
At the time I really said, "I'm putting it in God's hands", when my friend Krysten replied, "Is that such a great idea?", and I responded "Sure", when what I really wanted to say was "NO!", but it was too late. Here is the funny part about all of this, which restored my idea that God has one hell of a sense of humor. It took almost a year to conceive Caitlin. ALMOST A YEAR. Imagine my surprise when four, yes four weeks later, God chuckled and said, Your Eggo is Preggo... And I was super sick, and I was super annoyed by the horcrux growing in my womb, and begged it to will itself a penis, which it didn't but I love her anyway...
Here is a list of what I love about Mackenzie Grace:
She was my second chance at motherhood. She gave me a gift no one else could, the chance to do it right, in the right mind, with the right heart. That is the most precious gift I could ever get.
Mac was 4 pounds, 13 ounces, and looked like a doll. She had the smallest face, and appeared so fragile. Looks are deceiving because she fought every nurse who tried to take her temperature or measure her, or whatever else it is that they do to newborns that are sleeping soundly.
She cut two teeth before four months, and it was so sad because she didn't have the hand eye coordination to maneuver a teething ring.
Right away she liked to fight with her sister. No joke as soon as she figured out hair pulling she was on it.
Mac is my screamer. Like about everything. Take away the cell phone she is trying to put in her mouth, SCREAM. Make her come inside after eating DIRT, SCREAM. Tell her the dinner table is no place to lie down and chill while watching YO GABBA GABBA, SCREAM.
She eats dirt. Not like regular kids, like with a spoon or whatever else she can find in the yard that she can make into a spoon. I really hope that's not foreshadowing, and someday she is going to make shivs and shanks out of toothbrushes and Bic pens.
Mac is HILARIOUS. How? Well, she will put her pants on her head like a hat, then laugh so you will laugh with her. She makes the funniest faces, case in point the bathtub picture above. She also like to run into things. Lately she likes to have gibberish conversations with anyone who will listen, and she likes to wave her hands around while conversing. Sound familiar?
I love that Mac hasn't met a food or drink that she doesn't like. We have started calling her lunch box, because if you leave food unattended Mac will find it and devour it. All while smiling and looking at you like "Were you gonna eat that?"
I also love that Mac loves her daddy so much that she will follow him around the house until he picks her up and if following isn't enough then she will start the screaming routine. She likes to wear his hats, put toys in his lap top case, and throw his blackberry at him. I think it's because it's not an iPhone.
So Mac is the comic relief in our house. She is obsessed with Yo Gabba Gabba. She LOVES Cheetos, and if I had a Cheetos face picture I'd show you. She also loves to steal her sister's sippy cups of iced tea and guzzle them behind the curtain or under the dinner table... Oh, boy. I can see the teenage years and it doesn't look pretty.
I'm not an overly religious person, but I can give credit where credit is due. I'm blessed beyond belief. Mac restored my faith in myself, motherhood, and yes, a higher power. I love her, even when I'm yelling because she likes to roll over and try to get out of her diaper during a change. When she's figured out how to use her booster seat as a ladder to the table, then pours out my entire 20 oz cup of tea on herself and my new magazine. Even when I take away the TV remote for the fourth time as she has managed to change the channel while asking for GoGO's (yeah Gabbas). I look at that FACE and I laugh. She is one funny girl.
I mean seriously, I ask you, how could you not love this face?
I was thinking the other day that I write SO MUCH about Caitlin, that many of you might not know much about Mackenzie. Let me tell you this kid is HILARIOUS... Like her father, HILARIOUS. Before I get to that stuff, let me give you OUR back story.
I almost didn't get this face. Truth is, and I know it sounds horrible, I didn't want another baby. Now, I didn't say I didn't want Mackenzie, I just said I didn't want another baby. My motherhood career had a super rocky start. So of course I had doubts and fears. I begged John to wait until Caitlin was at least two, then after Caitlin's second birthday threw out all my BC pills, then totally freaked, ordered another package and took them for another month. I thought it's now or never, put the fear of morning sickness, leg cramps and constipation behind me, and said, FINE.
At the time I really said, "I'm putting it in God's hands", when my friend Krysten replied, "Is that such a great idea?", and I responded "Sure", when what I really wanted to say was "NO!", but it was too late. Here is the funny part about all of this, which restored my idea that God has one hell of a sense of humor. It took almost a year to conceive Caitlin. ALMOST A YEAR. Imagine my surprise when four, yes four weeks later, God chuckled and said, Your Eggo is Preggo... And I was super sick, and I was super annoyed by the horcrux growing in my womb, and begged it to will itself a penis, which it didn't but I love her anyway...
Here is a list of what I love about Mackenzie Grace:
She was my second chance at motherhood. She gave me a gift no one else could, the chance to do it right, in the right mind, with the right heart. That is the most precious gift I could ever get.
Mac was 4 pounds, 13 ounces, and looked like a doll. She had the smallest face, and appeared so fragile. Looks are deceiving because she fought every nurse who tried to take her temperature or measure her, or whatever else it is that they do to newborns that are sleeping soundly.
 |
| Baby Mac, almost 1 week old |
She cut two teeth before four months, and it was so sad because she didn't have the hand eye coordination to maneuver a teething ring.
Right away she liked to fight with her sister. No joke as soon as she figured out hair pulling she was on it.
Mac is my screamer. Like about everything. Take away the cell phone she is trying to put in her mouth, SCREAM. Make her come inside after eating DIRT, SCREAM. Tell her the dinner table is no place to lie down and chill while watching YO GABBA GABBA, SCREAM.
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| Valentine's Day 2011 and No, she doesn't like this picture taking business at all!! |
She eats dirt. Not like regular kids, like with a spoon or whatever else she can find in the yard that she can make into a spoon. I really hope that's not foreshadowing, and someday she is going to make shivs and shanks out of toothbrushes and Bic pens.
 |
| Looks like she missed her mouth... |
Mac is HILARIOUS. How? Well, she will put her pants on her head like a hat, then laugh so you will laugh with her. She makes the funniest faces, case in point the bathtub picture above. She also like to run into things. Lately she likes to have gibberish conversations with anyone who will listen, and she likes to wave her hands around while conversing. Sound familiar?
I love that Mac hasn't met a food or drink that she doesn't like. We have started calling her lunch box, because if you leave food unattended Mac will find it and devour it. All while smiling and looking at you like "Were you gonna eat that?"
I also love that Mac loves her daddy so much that she will follow him around the house until he picks her up and if following isn't enough then she will start the screaming routine. She likes to wear his hats, put toys in his lap top case, and throw his blackberry at him. I think it's because it's not an iPhone.
So Mac is the comic relief in our house. She is obsessed with Yo Gabba Gabba. She LOVES Cheetos, and if I had a Cheetos face picture I'd show you. She also loves to steal her sister's sippy cups of iced tea and guzzle them behind the curtain or under the dinner table... Oh, boy. I can see the teenage years and it doesn't look pretty.
I'm not an overly religious person, but I can give credit where credit is due. I'm blessed beyond belief. Mac restored my faith in myself, motherhood, and yes, a higher power. I love her, even when I'm yelling because she likes to roll over and try to get out of her diaper during a change. When she's figured out how to use her booster seat as a ladder to the table, then pours out my entire 20 oz cup of tea on herself and my new magazine. Even when I take away the TV remote for the fourth time as she has managed to change the channel while asking for GoGO's (yeah Gabbas). I look at that FACE and I laugh. She is one funny girl.
Who likes to pick her nose...
Happy Blogging,
Megan
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