I cannot believe that Mac is a year old now! She is such a ray of light in our lives. Her favorite things include Ralph, Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood, and books. She will eat anything we put in front of her which includes kale, quinoa, sweet potatoes, broccoli. The girl loves to eat!
Mac is always on the go! I took this picture about a month ago (so please excuse the Christmas tree.) We bought her a pair of big girl shoes. She looks a bit apprehensive, but she asks to wear them now. Not only does she run after Ralph, she also is practicing jumping off of her little couch and also does down dog to view the world from a different point of view.
In less than a week, Mac will have her birthday. It feels like just yesterday she was born. My fragile infant is now a big girl who walks, almost talks, and doesn’t need many cuddles anymore.
She has been walking for almost three months now and even runs, but only if she has something she isn’t supposed to or if Ralph is chasing her.
I really suck at blogging apparently. In my defense, Mac only catnaps for maybe 30 minutes at a time. That’s usually enough time for me to use the bathroom, grab a snack and check Facebook before she is up and ready to eat again. I can’t complain though because overall she rocks.
So, because I haven’t been seen on here in a while, this may get long. Who knows until I get going, right? Mac will turn 6 months next week and I feel like time has absolutely flown by. I guess that tends to happen when my day is broken up into routinized two-hour chunks.
We have had Mac in our lives for just over 6 weeks now and we have finally fallen into sort of a rhythm. Mac does like to mix things up, so things still aren’t consistent day-to-day. But overall, she is a great baby who eats and sleeps like a champ. I figured it was time for another photo dump.
Here is our baby burrito all wrapped after a good night of sleep.
I haven’t blogged in 3 weeks now, which is weird. I was on such a good schedule. It’s almost like I don’t have any free time anymore. But I have had a little time to pick out some cute pictures to show off.
Overall, life is good. Mac is a great baby the majority of the time. She sleeps through most of the night, is a champion eater, and isn’t too fussy. Plus she is cute, so I can’t even be that mad when she is fussy.
We even had our first non-doctor outing yesterday. Mac and I went to visit the toddlers at my school and Andrew’s coworkers at his office. She slept the entire time, which meant everything went great. I’m looking forward to her getting even older so we can start doing fun things, but of course I’ll also miss how small and cuddly she is right now.
She cracks us up with her faces. She is incredibly expressive.
As most of my readers come from my Facebook links, you all know that we welcomed Mac to the family on February 5. And yes, she has my last name.
I’m finally able to post some pictures and a G rated version of her birth story. Mac is thinking you might enjoy hearing her entrance into the world.
I am officially two days away from my due date and everyone wants to know how I’m feeling. I sum it up in one word: uncomfortable. One of the midwives I saw was surprised at how short my torso is. Even though baby has dropped, it still manages to take up my entire torso space. I can’t breathe and I still have heartburn, but I also manage to waddle. That’s not supposed to happen.
Today, Andrew and I went to Costco together. Usually he goes by himself, but today I invited myself along because I keep thinking about how each trip could be the last time we do something without a baby along. So we stocked up and I enjoyed the freedom of not having a baby yet.
Shopping Action Shot! Andrew did all of the running around while I pushed the cart and tried not to look like I was going to birth the baby right there in the bakery section.
Today, I am 39 weeks pregnant. I am large and in charge by now. I don’t have much to say here other than Andrew and I are pretty much ready to go. Furniture is set up, clothes and cloth diapers are pre-washed, and the hospital bag is pretty much packed and ready to go. I am feeling even more relaxed because today I decided that even if baby isn’t here yet, I will be done working next Tuesday. The knowledge that I only have four more days of work is very comforting.
Today Andrew also bought me my “push present.”
I thought it was quite fitting. And it’s pretty sweet that he is already giving me kudos even though labor hasn’t even started.
At the beginning of this pregnancy when I thought ahead to the end, I envisioned Andrew and I busy getting everything in place while I enjoyed some ice cream and discussed names. What I didn’t foresee was spending 10 days on the couch because I came down with influenza.
What a terrible combination. I can’t move around very fast in the first place because I practically have to roll myself everywhere. Then add on top of it being so tired I can hardly stand up while I wait for my oatmeal to cook. Now throw in a cough that stops me in my tracks and you know what I’ve been dealing with. It has not been fun. Now I know what bed rest is like and I feel for anyone that had to deal with that during pregnancy.
Sitting on the couch all day means I am continually taunted by the things I need to get done, but just can’t because I’m sick. So frustrating.
My best friend in the whole wide world is now officially 27 years and 1 week old. Yes,she is a better friend then I am since I can’t even write her a birthday post for an entire week after her actual birthday. Oh well, she puts up with me and I am very glad.
We met in 7th grade at church and we have been besties ever since. So that has been what, 13 years? Some marriages don’t even last that long. We commend ourselves for staying friends all the way through our incredibly long awkward phases.
This sums up our friendship nicely. I’m pretty sure we were at least 17 in this picture, not 13 like I’m imagining everyone thinks we are. That puts us squarely in the middle of our awkward phase. I’m sure you couldn’t tell that just by looking. (And that look on my face? I like to call those my horse teeth. They come out when I am laughing hysterically.)