The World of Mackay

This morning, as I was tidying up yet another mess from the kids' post-Christmas toy frenzy, I noticed that the paint pens Mac and Owen had just been playing with were sitting on the table with the caps off. I think to myself 'What a good opportunity to teach Mackay how to take better care of her things.' Me: 'Mackay, if you leave the caps off your paint pens, they will dry out and you won't be able to play with them anymore.' Mackay: 'Really? Well, I'm trying to watch Phineas and Ferb right now. Could you just put them on for me?' Mackay, 122. Mom, 0.

Owen just came into the kitchen with a small, sticky fleck on his finger. He says 'Mewey Cwishmush, this is for you.' Me: 'Is that a booger?' Owen: 'Yep' I suspect his father had something to do with this, but I have no proof. Mewey Cwishmush.

December is once again upon us. Can't believe how fast the time is going by. Owen just turned two, and Mackay is four. Relatively speaking, the family health meter is up a few notches. Owen just got great news (after having to undergo surgery to repair a hernia he was born with). Since they had to knock him out for the surgery, they were able to also do an MRI on his heart. It's been awhile since they've had good heart pics (he will no longer sit still for the ultrasound), and we were all pleased to learn that his heart is continuing to grow - especially in the places where it was seemingly too narrow before. In fact, his normally reserved cardiologist went as far as to say that if things continue this way, he may never need another heart surgery. We are incredibly grateful and relieved. Bill and I hardly know what to do with ourselves now that we don't have this looming worry! Bill is continuing to recover. 3 months post chemo, he's still in remission, which is a g