Well friends, I've taken what turned out to be a little two year hiatus from my beloved blog, but I can't keep up with Facebook and writing is so much more
therapeutic for me anyway, so alas I have returned to my blessed jewel. So much has gone on in that short two year time span. Let's see - surprise surprise, I've had baby number two and am due any week now with baby number three. Is that mathematically possible you ask? Apparently it is. I never thought I'd have so much in common with Britney Spears. Yikes.
Since Reagan Rae was born, we've also moved. I've switched jobs. I have a Facebook page and that's right I still have the same cell phone. I can text, but I can't do much else. Please don't ask me to look up anything, try to send me picture mail or expect me to be able to locate anything that requires GPS for at least 73 more days - because that's when Sprint deems it appropriate for me to get a phone that's been manufactured within the last five years. I digress. But anyhoo, here's the run down by character on what's been going on with The Macs should you have missed anything.
Me- I've been pregnant for a very very long time. I've all but forgotten who I was or what I looked like before all the babies. I start every story with, "I remember a couple of years ago when ..." or "I remember last year when..." or "I remember a few years ago when..." and people immediately ask me: were you pregnant and the general answer is yes, of course or "a duh." I'm hot, tired and hungry most of the time, but I'm definitely happy! My house is full of laugher, joy, peace and a lack of patience on my part- but I wouldn't change a thing. Professionally, maybe a different story. I'm not exactly where I planned to be in life at almost 30, but I have taken a four year break to have my beautiful babies and I don't know if the career driven working woman that I originally signed up to be is the woman I'll see in the mirror in five years. But I'm 100% confident that I will see a successful wife and mother who loves her family and friends and is blessed by them daily. That's what's important and what keeps me going most days. There are still, of course, those days that I say the real things that every woman says but won't admit: I hate my life. I hate my husband. I hate today. I hate my job. I wish I were rich and could read my Kindle, laugh at Wendy Williams and make Food Network recipes while sitting on my ever widening a everyday. Lucky for me I'm only averaging those days every now and again!
Ant- What a super star that man is. He's climbing the corporate ladder one rung at a time and doing great at Wells. He's the ever devoted Daddy and family man. He takes and picks up the girls from school most days and still makes time to help me with housework - in the wake of having no housekeeper. A moment of silence for my beloved Maria. She didn't die, but my old paychecks did. He does it all - swim class, ballet, Little Gym, story time, photoshoots, bath time, dinner and night night time. What can I say? I'm blessed. But don't you worry about whether or not he's getting credit for all of this. He's very careful to remind me of just how wonderful he is daily and how much better he is at being mom and dad than I am. Oh yes, still madly in love and can't figure out how to stop making babies, but it's ALL WORK and we work at it!
Emerie Grace- Oh what a tiny little mini me she is. She's cute as a button and sharp as a tack, but she's me made over sass and all. She'll be 3 at the end of August with the charm and wit of a 13 year old. This morning for instance...
Me: Em, do you want orange or apple juice?
Em: No, juice. I'm good.
What almost three year old is good I ask you? My Emerie. Saturday we're in ballet/tap for all of 45 minutes. She gets in trouble for talking at least 3 times. Then she tells me that her teacher didn't freeze when she said freeze, but she had to freeze when her teacher said freeze. That's not how me and Daddy do it she tells me. A trip. A tiny little trip she is.
Reagan Rae- my oh my, I've met my match with this one. Just to sum up how incredibly busy and out of control my wild child is, I'll just give you a little run down of her injuries:
- Head completely wrapped in that neon gauze from a gash in her eyebrow
-A night's stay in the hospital and an ambulance ride after a little experiment with some sleep aids
-So many scrapes, scars and
scratches I can't even count.
This child should have Thug Life tatted on her knuckles! She's a mile a minute and not at all a girly girl, but she's the most cuddley, affectionate, easy going little thing. I can't get enough of my little Rae Rae. Being 9 months pregnant and keeping up with her makes me feel like I'm up for anything.
Rocky- Oh Rocky's hanging in there. He's near death, I fear. I think the hip dysplasia is setting in and he's almost completely deaf on the left side. Reagan's "pets" are more or less super slaps to the face daily and Em just wants to give him treats until he pukes. Lis, can we get a Bless Your Heart for Rocky? Geez!
Grant Elliott - Well this little man that we've waited what feels like a lifetime for, makes his debut on July 24th. I just can't wait to meet him. He's been playing soccer in my stomach for about 6 months, so I can't imagine what he's going to be like when he's here. He's got a sophisticated little man cave that's grey, white and crimson and somewhat sports themed. His dad can't wait to Red Raider him in the right direction. The girls are excited for us to "pick him up from the hospital" and we can't wait to be the McDonald 5!
Well pictures and musings from our daily
shenanigans will follow soon. It's good to be back. Until next time, it's just another day in the life!
