Puppy love

Mack has fallen in love. The owner of her affection is ruggedly handsome, very smart ( especially for his species) and, other than the drool, exhibits perfect manners.


It's very hard to take pictures of a three year old girl and a one year old dog together!

It was a comedy of errors of sorts- Jake prefers to be the walk-er not the walk-ee. To prove the point, he has to carry part of the leash in his mouth. Mack really wanted to walk Jake, so she , too, had to carry part of the rope leaving Aunt Meg to try and keep the two straight. I'll say this, walking Jake really is a good work out:
The squirrel had everyone's attention:

Part of the reason we don't have a dog is because we have two cats ( and a small-ish house). But I'm wondering if Duncan might like not having so much attention?

Music class egg hunt.

Marie held her annual Easter egg hunt for her music classes. Mike took Mack and they had a great time making an Easter egg collecting bag, hunting eggs, playing on the parachute and running around like crazy.
Mike was excited to see that three year old Mackenzie likes to play with other kids vs. the parallele play of two year old Mack.

She wasn't nearly as crazy about the bunny as she was her friends:

Not your girly girl

My Mackenzie is not a girly girl. Don't get me wrong, she loves having her nails painted and her hair brushed. She has a few dolls she plays with and she'll occasionally check out what's in the dress up box. On the whole, she's happy to play with trains, follow a trail of ants to find out where they are going or rescue worms who've surfaced during a rain storm. Then again, having been raised on the farm, I'm not your girly girl either and I'm pretty happy to be right beside my girl checkin' out roley poley's .

Here's Mack's idea of playing with her kitchen ( yes, that's her plastic snake jammed inside her coffee pot):

I miss this...

Mack taking a nap! Truth be told, though, I really don't miss her nap time. I actually enjoy the freedom of being able to pack a lunch and run out on errands or a day trip in the middle of the day. It does help that Mack " rests" during her old nap time for about an hour and she's still sleeping up words of 13 hours each night.

Jazz it up!

Apparently, my messy pony tails weren't glamorous enough for Mack so she jazzed them up a bit

Here's how they started- just one tasteful, yet lonely looking clip. ( by the way, can you tell that I am LOVING my new camera )

Here's the style with added " Mack Flare"

My sillies

Just a few snaps of silliness from around our house:

This sweatshirt is even huge on ME but Mack wore it for several hours:
" Giant Daddy"

Did I REALLY just say that?

Any parent can tell you that , the instant you find an impulsive and curious toddler where your quiet baby once lay , unmoving and unintrigued by dirty, foul smelling or otherwise dangerous objects, you suddenly find yourself thinking" Did I really just say that?" Mike and I don't even have to ask it anymore. We just exchange a knowing look that confirms our dual- surprise/confusion/awe/disgust ( almost always disgust).

" Here. I'll hold your snake while you put your socks on."
" Licking the toilet is not ok. Ever. " ( Thankfully said toilet was ours!)
" Cat's don't like to wear sunglasses"
" No. I don't want to taste your booger"
" The bug doesn't want to wear your jacket"
" Duncan doesn't like to be licked."
"You're right. Poop is not for eating." ( <--- disgust)