The past couple of months have been bittersweet for me. I definitely wanted to get pregnant and have another baby, but I am a little down that this is my last chance to be a mother of one. Mackenzie has always been such a good kid, and made us happy and thankful for her. I don't know if it is just hormonal me, or what, but lately she has been such a nut, and I'm so grateful for the times we spend together. I wanted to share a couple of things she has done recently to make me smile:
We were talking about the meaning of Christmas. I was sitting at the breakfast table eating Lucky Charms with her (the breakfast of champions, I know) and she starts talking about how Santa is going to bring her Handy Manny toys. I said to her, "Santa's so much fun, but do you remember whose birthday we celebrate on Christmas?" Mackenzie automatically says Daddy, since he just had one. I shook my head, and she proceeds to go into a list of everyone she knows. I stopped her and told her that we celebrate Baby Jesus' birthday. Gunning for punishment, I asked her where Jesus lives. She cocked her head, smiled, and said, "California?"
Mackenzie's favorite song right now is Rihanna's "Disturbia". She heard it for the first time on Dancing with the Stars (which she likes to watch almost as much as Jon and me) and every time she hears it in the car, she says, "Just like on Dancing with the Stars!!!" and bops around as much as she can in her car seat.
We had dinner in the living room (what a horrible parent I am). After Mackenzie finished and got down out of her booster seat (I'm not crazy--she doesn't sit on the couch to eat), she came and sat with us. Jon had the container of rolls on the couch, and I picked Mackenzie up and asked Jon to move the rolls, that they were going to smell like butt. Of course, Miss Copycat shoves her nose right in my face and says, "I don't smell like BUTT!!!!"
Talking about the baby one day, I got the bright idea to delve a little bit into the subject of the female body. After all, I knew all about how I was made when I was 3 (a long story involving a mirror, and embarrassing the crap out of my sister and grandparents!). Mackenzie brought up the fact that the baby was in my tummy, in the uterus. So I said, "And you have a uterus too, and one day when you're old like Mommy you can have a baby!" Definitely the wrong thing to say. Even today, at least a week after this incident, Mackenzie told me, "Mommy, I do not have a uterus and I am not going to have a baby." Adamantly.
I hope you enjoyed these stories. I know I have lots more, and I'm going to try to post more of what goes on day to day, and how sweet my girl is, and how she's growing up to be a wonderful person.
We were talking about the meaning of Christmas. I was sitting at the breakfast table eating Lucky Charms with her (the breakfast of champions, I know) and she starts talking about how Santa is going to bring her Handy Manny toys. I said to her, "Santa's so much fun, but do you remember whose birthday we celebrate on Christmas?" Mackenzie automatically says Daddy, since he just had one. I shook my head, and she proceeds to go into a list of everyone she knows. I stopped her and told her that we celebrate Baby Jesus' birthday. Gunning for punishment, I asked her where Jesus lives. She cocked her head, smiled, and said, "California?"
Mackenzie's favorite song right now is Rihanna's "Disturbia". She heard it for the first time on Dancing with the Stars (which she likes to watch almost as much as Jon and me) and every time she hears it in the car, she says, "Just like on Dancing with the Stars!!!" and bops around as much as she can in her car seat.
We had dinner in the living room (what a horrible parent I am). After Mackenzie finished and got down out of her booster seat (I'm not crazy--she doesn't sit on the couch to eat), she came and sat with us. Jon had the container of rolls on the couch, and I picked Mackenzie up and asked Jon to move the rolls, that they were going to smell like butt. Of course, Miss Copycat shoves her nose right in my face and says, "I don't smell like BUTT!!!!"
Talking about the baby one day, I got the bright idea to delve a little bit into the subject of the female body. After all, I knew all about how I was made when I was 3 (a long story involving a mirror, and embarrassing the crap out of my sister and grandparents!). Mackenzie brought up the fact that the baby was in my tummy, in the uterus. So I said, "And you have a uterus too, and one day when you're old like Mommy you can have a baby!" Definitely the wrong thing to say. Even today, at least a week after this incident, Mackenzie told me, "Mommy, I do not have a uterus and I am not going to have a baby." Adamantly.
I hope you enjoyed these stories. I know I have lots more, and I'm going to try to post more of what goes on day to day, and how sweet my girl is, and how she's growing up to be a wonderful person.
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