Four years ago today little Mack Joshua was born at 3:54 am, weighing 8 lbs, 9 oz. He is so much fun to have in our family.
Despite the fact that I have been in a perpetual state of exhausted ever since that March morning, I am still thrilled that he is my sweet little boy. 🙂 As a matter of fact, I was awake this very morning at the very time that Mack was born…this time it was because Ruby needed me though.
We had a fabulous weekend in Augusta with our family. Mack had a cousin party. A visit to see my parents and sisters is a built in party anyway, so why not go ahead and celebrate the birthday?! Plus, my dad does the cooking…a nice bonus, indeed.
We went and visited MeMe. She seemed to be doing well.
We ate bugles and squirt cheese in honor of MeMe.
This is Ruby with the two kiddos who had their tonsils/adenoids removed last week.
Everyone turned their attention to Mack, the birthday boy!
Marcy, me, Mama, and Cacy
Mack gave PawPaw a sweet hug even before he got a new bike from them!!
Mack loved his new bike. The girls were walking behind him on his first trip playing their harmonicas!
Dear Mack, We are so glad you are the baby of our family. You have added so much laughter to our house!! And so many trucks and tractors. You have done well so far enduring two older sisters—one that bosses you and one that mothers you to death. You are so smart and fun-loving. I love how you point out every “big A” you see. I see signs that we are moving on to new letters. You are so fun to hang out with while the girls are in school. I don’t know what I will do without a grocery shopping partner or car wash friend. And I always enjoy your one-way conversations as I do the housework. I hope you have many more years of life!!!! You have added much to joy to all of ours.
I love when my kids are 8 months old or so…so sweet!!
Mack used to always stop and lay like this…cracked us up.
I suppose I wasn’t paying enough attention on his first birthday because he ate most of the large football cake all on his own…and then threw up during the night in his crib. Lovely.
He slobbered the first two years of his life.
He is so squishy and squeezable. I know at 4 years old he probably seems like a little boy to most who see him, but to me he is still that squishy baby! I just can’t seem to not squeeze him if he is within arms reach. He has even learned to the return the squeezes and tells me, as he squeezes my upper arm….”Chubby arms….chubby arms.” He didn’t understand why I didn’t like it because he said, “You tell me I have chubby arms!!”
And I will end this birthday post with a funny picture….at first glance it might look normal, but in reality, Mack had just had a diaper blow-out on Josh’s shorts right as we were trying to take some family pictures. We laughed our heads off….well, everyone but Josh.
