The World of Mackay

So, Bill is home, listening over the baby monitor to Mackay shuffle around in her crib when she should be taking a nap. After a few more minutes of scratching around, he hears, 'Yuck... yuck... YUCK!  Poop!' Yep - Mackay managed to wrangle off her diaper, and, well, you can imagine the mess. Boy, am I glad I was at work that day.

My mom has been visiting for the past few days. This morning, Mackay was climbing around my mom's car (one of her favorite pastimes). While sitting at the steering wheel, my mom asked her if she was going to the store. Mackay said she was...so mom asked Mackay what she would get at the market.  After a short pause, Mackay replied, "Milk...Bread...Wine..." Just the staples in our household.

We had a fantastic holiday: fireworks in Graeagle, barbecues in Lake Tahoe, friends, family, swimming, playing, tractor rides, crazy neighbors... what more could we ask for? Mackay got to spend so much time with all our friends' children, she now wakes up and says 'kids?' expecting them to be there to join her for breakfast. 

We recently hosted a party to celebrate a milestone birthday for my dad. Mackay got to meet ALL of her Borovac great aunts and uncle, as well as some cousin-ish relatives that are beyond my genealogical ability to figure out. Friends and family traveled from far and wide to help Dad celebrate.  Miss Mack also had a fabulous time with her sweet, well-mannered 2 year-old 'cousin' Sabrina, though I fear Mackay is becoming that cousin who always gets everyone else into trouble.  In any case, a good time was had by all - and despite the crummy weather, we ate, drank and were merry. 

Here's a pic of Mackay and her Dad enjoying the beach in San Luis Obispo.  Hoping your Mothers' Day brings you low tides, sunny skies, and lots of starfish and sea anemones to poke.

We have a lovely little yellow potty that was bequeathed to us from our friends Jen and Sophie.  Mackay has had a great time sitting on it fully clothed, and also, wearing the removable plastic insert as a hat. But yesterday, while awaiting for her servant to draw her evening bath, Mackay actually used the potty for its intended purpose. (Whether she actually intended to is a matter up for debate.) Nevertheless, though I will spare you the details of our ongoing efforts in the potty training arena, I thought I should share this first milestone. 

Mackay's favorite word (and thing, for that matter) is 'ball.' She points them out everywhere -- in other people's yards, in books, at the grocery store... "No, Mackay, that's a cantaloupe, not a ball." Anyway, the other day, we were in Rite-Aid running some errands, and we came around the corner. There, directly in front of us, was this HUGE, 8 foot tall wire bin full of rubber balls in all shapes and sizes. Mackay's mouth literally dropped open as she beheld this amazing sight, and I hear her say, under her breath, "Wow...Wow...WOW!"