HAPPY BIRTHDAY MACKSEN!

Incase you were wondering, our Maximo turned THREE!

We had a big family party and celebrated my brother-in-law Cody
and my brother Carson's birthdays as well.

I made a cake that I was somewhat proud of....
(ok fine....I thought it was the coolest thing ever
and I was VERY proud of myself!)

Cody and Macks riding up the hill....
where is Carson you might ask?

Oh, you know....crashed off the side of the mountain.
I tried my best to stay true to character.
(Carson felt ripped off that he was Diego
AND that he was riding a BICYCLE instead of a motorcycle....)
The rest of us thought it was the funniest thing ever!

He is my one child that I really, really, really wanted to stay TWO.
He is quite possibly the most scrumptious thing around.
His big brown eyes, his lucious lashes, and his sly smile....
melt my heart every day.

If there was only 1 letter in the alphabet that mattered to Macks,
it would be the letter "Y."

Almost everything he says begins with Y

He wants to be at Nani's house (my mom) or
Nena's house (my cousin Shayna) every single day.

He loves, loves, loves listening to "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz with Bill.
To Macks this song is titled "Da-doot-doo."

And for a child whos speech is....well....
his very own....it is amazing how well he can sing this song.

He still can't ever get enough rides in the Jeep with his dad.

He loves nothing more than playing with his big brothers.

If they leave to school before he wakes up....his day is officially ruined.

When they get home from school....it's like Christmas morning.

He could live on Animal Crackers and Chocolate milk....

well, anything chocolate for that matter.
And when he asks for animal crackers he says

"two, three, ten, sixteen"

meaning....don't even try to just give me one....

I need as many as my 2 little hands can possibly hold!

If you say or do anything that he doesn't like....he will call you a baby.

"Mama a bee-bee!"

Then he usually adds a sassy, sarcastic "ha ha ha" at the end.

Somehow we are all babies in this house.

He wants nothing to do with potty training.

He was a champ for about 2 weeks,

then decided to quit...and refuses to even attempt it now.

He asks "why?" to everything.

And I mean E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G

It's exhausting.....yet somehow my favorite thing ever!

Try wishing him a Happy Birthday.....

Instead of a "thank you" he'll simply ask, "Why?"

His favorite thing to play with are Legos....

but not just any lego in the Lego bucket.

ONLY the teeny tiniest, one holed, square pieces.

They are HIS...and his alone.

Don't try touching them.

He is, BY FAR, our most polite child.

Without any prompting he'll throw in a

Daint Do (thank you),

Peas (please),

Stooze me (excuse me),

Dood dob (good job),

and

Soddy bout it (sorry about it).

WE LOVE YOU MACKS!