Future Softball Player...

Earlier today we were talking about softball at my parents house and my Dad casually mentioned how Mackenzie would be old enough to play before too long. Brian said he hadn't even thought about it. (I think she can start t-ball next year...) So later this afternoon he said he needed to go to WM to get a couple of things and said he was going to see if he could find a bat, ball, and a tee to see if Mackenzie liked to hit the ball. (She LOVES to watch him play!) And here are a couple of cute pics from their few minutes outside.

Mickey Wuvey

Any of you who know me (or actually Mackenzie) well know that she has been obsessed with Mickey since I don't know when... probably about the time she realized she could be obsessed about anything! Mickey Mouse Clubhouse was her favorite show and still is in the top 3. (I'll refrain from singing the Hot Dog song for your benefit...) And she had a little Mickey called "Little Buddy" or "Buddy" for short that she carried around with her EVERYWHERE!! When she went to 3 yr old preschool last August they were allowed to bring a "comfort item" for naptime, but I decided to have mercy on her teachers and not even try that... If I could get away with it that is! So I told her that Buddy wasn't allowed to go to school but he could go to work with Mommy. So the first day of school Buddy went to school with me and I even took a picture to show her!

One day after we had told Mackenzie we were going to have another baby we were asking her what she wanted to name the baby. And out of the blue she said "If its a boy I want to name it Mickey and if its a girl I want to name it Minnie." There it was... no discussion, no nothing. End of Story. Wellllll as you know Mickey isn't his name, although people still randomly call him that joking and before we found out what we were having people always talked about whether we would have a Mickey or a Minnie!

After buying a baby gift for a friends daughter we had to promise Mackenzie that when we found out what we were having we'd buy a Mickey if it was a boy and a Minnie if it was a girl... So the day we found out about Dylan we were in Wal-Mart buying a Mickey! Until the day we moved, the Mickey sat on her dresser because she was keeping it for her baby brother.

All of this dialogue for the sake of two pictures... a co-worker gave us a Mickey "Wuvey" (a term she picked up at school... Lovey with a "W") for Dylan at my baby shower and from that moment Mackenzie loved it! After Dylan was born she was so precious because she'd carry it to where it was and put it with him in his car seat or his bouncy seat or even sleep with it because "Brother isn't big enough to sleep with it, and he wants to share with me." We were having conversations pretty frequently about the fact that the Mickey Wuvey was Dylan's and not hers. Then I had a thought... why not add to Mackenzie's 5000 Mickey's and buy her a Mickey Wuvey too? So we did and she is THRILLED because they have matching Wuvey's!

All this to say, the other night she fell asleep with her wuvey by her face and I had to take a picture! So of course after that I had to go put Dylan's by him in his bed and take a picture of him with his! Ha!

P.S. I think I've inspired my next post... Mackenzie, The Mickey Chronicles.

It's a Skunk!

So Monday night while I was cleaning the kitchen Mackenzie decided to play a game with this big black rubbermaid box we have at our house... (over the weekend it had been a shell but read on and you'll see what it was this night...)

So the it went down like this...

Mackenzie : Mommy when I plop this box down say "It's a SKUNK!"

Me: Ok baby

THUMP! (Needless to say we had words about this being so loud since Dylan was taking his nap before we are dinner and he almost jumped out of his bouncy seat)

L: Wow... what is that in my kitchen?? Hmm... I don't know. Wait, what is that smell?? OH NO!! It's a SKUNK!! Where is Mackenzie she's not going to believe there is a skunk in my kitchen!

M : SILENCE... (Very impressive if you know my 4 yr old)

L: Some more random silly comments about a "skunk" in my kitchen.

Then I see this...

Yep, those are little 4 yr old hands sticking out of the "skunk".

L: Oh my goodness! The skunk has hands! WHOA!! The skunk has purple fingernails like Mackenzie does!! Mackenzie is NOT going to believe this!! (More random comments...)

M: Giggle Giggle

L: Wow, if the skunk has purple fingernails I wonder if it has purple toenails...

M: Slowly the hands creep back in the box.... and what emerges but...

So you and I realize that there is no way I can see her toenails from this angle but she's 4 so I played like I could.

L: I CAN NOT BELIEVE IT!! The skunk has purple toenails like Mackenzie too!! She will not believe it when I tell her!! I have to find her!!!

M: Giggle Giggle Giggle... Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle

L: Looking for Mackenzie in random places like the dishwasher, the sunroom, the fridge.

Then all of the sudden...

Who can resist that precious face? Even if I had to play the "skunk" game 4 more times after that!!

My Little Monkeys

Months ago I had gotten Mackenzie some Monkey PJ's from Old Navy because her and Poppy have this thing they always talk about called "Monkey Shorts". Nobody outside of our family would understand I'm sure, but its their "thing" and its so cute! So anyway I got her the girl version of these monkey "pajomies" and one day I realized they had a boy version and that I could get a 3-6 mo size for Dylan. So I've been dying for him to be big enough to wear them and a week ago on a Saturday they both wore their Monkey pajomies and I had to take pictures!!

I will admit that I forgot about putting Dylan in his until he was already asleep but like the good picture taking Mommy I am... I changed him right after he woke up!

Not a morning person... (think she'd even been up 2 hours...)

My precious little monkeys

If only her knee wasn't in the way... but still precious!

Giggling Little Boy!

One day when I grow up...

... I want to learn how to survive with two crazy kiddos, an even more insane job, an even more (like straight jacket kind of) insane hubby's job, a laid back husband, a non-filthy house (notice I didn't even ask for clean), and all the other things associated with being a Mommy/Wife... without feeling like I could fall into a pile on the floor. I mean the shoulder slumping, rib sucking in, so tired you physically hurt kind of tired! Is that too much to ask for??? :) Maybe it is a little much to ask for... when all I really should be doing is focusing on the blessings that God has provided in this Crazy Kennebeck Life!

Our God is GOOD!

My name is Lindsey and this has been my random thought for the day...

One pretty big milestone... and another not so big one.

Last week Dylan hit two milestones, one that was pretty big as far as new babies go and then one not so big one, but hey it's my blog so I'll call it what I want!!

Early last week Dylan started waking up fussing in the middle of the night and after the second night I realized it was becoming a pattern... He would wake up fussing because he would have scooted himself to the top of his cradle and his little baby soft spot was squishing up against the bars of the cradle. (Hey I'd fuss if it was me, so who can blame him!) I'd pull him back down to his normal spot but he'd end up doing it at least once if not twice more. After 3 or 4 nights of this I realized that it was time... Time to move Dylan to his big boy bed. AKA his crib. :)

It made me sad to move him to his crib... I don't know why but it seemed like it bothered me even more than when I moved Mackenzie. But maybe I'm just losing it... The night I moved him to his crib I had to sit on the couch and snuggle my little baby boy longer than normal before finally putting him down in his bed. I'll admit I almost cried, but I held it together like the good Mommy I am. Ha!

My Sweet Baby Boy

And the other not so big milestone... He started wearing 3-6 months clothes. All his pj's were getting to short so we had to move on up. He can still wear some of his 0-3 month stuff but only if it doesn't have feet or legs. I will point out that he was 3 months old last Tuesday, so regardless of how big our babies are, they aren't that big!! Ha!

Rocks... An Obession

Ever since the first day Mackenzie started preschool she had an obsession with bringing home rocks from the playground. It started with one or two, but now some days she comes home with pockets full!! Now I know what our tuition payments go towards... more gravel/rocks for the playground!! Within the first couple of weeks of Mackenzie starting school she brought me a rock home and said "Here Mommy, this is for you to take to work. You can keep it on your desk and think about me." It was so precious that she was thinking like that but still silly at the same time that she had gotten me a rock for my desk. But guess what... I took it to work the next day and it's still there! Our department recently moved to another area, and guess what I did. You got it... packed the rock right along with everything else. When I saw it, I couldn't help but smile and remember that precious day.

Thruout the weeks and months of preschool she has continued to bring rocks home. Sometimes she brings them home for herself and then some days she will bring home 3 or 4 rocks. Even before I had Dylan she started bringing him home little rocks, and saying she was going to keep them for him until he was big enough to play with them. It blessed my heart that even at that stage she was so in love with her little brother that he was important enough to get rocks from school too!

Just last week I turned around to find her making a pile in the middle of the kitchen floor of rocks that she'd brought home that day. I had to take a picture to remember these sweet moments!

And on Friday after her big "Zoo Picnic" she opened up her lunchbox on the way home (they brought lunch for the picnic that day), and said "Mommy! I picked flowers for you today at school!! But they're dying!" I told her that was ok I was sure they were still beautiful! And in my Mommy's eyes they were beautiful even if they were wilted and probably all weeds. That same day she brought home MORE rocks in a baggie for me and again I had to take a picture of the sweet memories.

It's funny how such a simple thing as a rock can mean so much to a 3 or 4 year old. And even more importantly bring such precious memories along with it!! I know personally I'll never look at a rock the same way again and when I stop to think, I'll always remember my precious little girl bringing home a rock for me to take to work.