Mack can rest securely in his position as the baby of our family. Even if we one day get a pet, I can assure you that I will not be calling it my baby. I am not an animal fan at all…I worry about myself in this area, but I am just telling you the truth. I do not like pets. Anyway, back to Mack. He is the baby of the family, and God has chosen to give him two older sisters. I only have sisters. Josh only has a brother, so we don’t know much about the whole brother-sister bond that these kiddos will hopefully have. I am excited to watch it unfold. Already I see some really sweet moments. Already I see some really sour moments, too, BUT that’s ok. We’ll work through the bossiness, the tackles and kicks in the head….and I will let Josh explain to Ruby why “Mack has two belly-buttons.”
I captured some pictures over the last few days that made me laugh. Mack is surrounded with girl things. He has tractors, trucks, balls, and stuff like that, but he also plays with a pink stroller, a baby doll or two, and other girl stuff. It isn’t unhealthy, so just put away your “Bringing Up Boys” books. We have a good handle on the manliness thus far. Josh is by far his favorite of all of us. And his favorite thing to do is to ride in Daddy’s truck. Very cute. But, here are the pictures I took this week…
Right before snapping this picture, I saw Mack sitting in Molly’s lap (sort of…he is as big as she is!), and I wanted a picture of it so bad, but he moved too quickly.
And just for any of you who are wondering, “WHEN IS THIS BOY’S FATHER GONNA STEP IN AND TAKE CONTROL OF THIS NONSENSE????!!!!!” Here is a picture of Josh playing Mack’s favorite game…they throw a small ball up to the chandelier in the foyer. If it gets stuck, Daddy has to use a bigger ball to throw up there and knock the other ball loose. (It is a fun game for all UNTIL the FedEx man walks up to the door and can clearly see you laying on the rug in the foyer. Just ask Josh.)
And in case anyone is being critical that in most of my pictures my children aren’t fully dressed, well, that is just how we roll around here. And when I say we, I don’t mean me. I make an effort each morning to dress them fully (unless it is just clear that it is gonna be a pajama day), but after that, it is up to them. I cannot be held responsible for their choices of clothing or lack thereof. I am only one person. All three of them equal at least six people, maybe ten.