Maclane. “Wee-Bubby”. My “little one”. My “snugglebutt”. My “big Mac”.
If there’s one thing about Maclane that stands out, it’s his history with speech. As some of you know, Maclane was in speech therapy for about a year, because he could only say about three words at nearly two years-old. His doctor told us this was most likely because he had fluid in his ears for a long period of time before having tubes put in. Needless to say, the speech therapy was very, very effective. Now, Maclane never stops talking. Ever. As he said to his Papa recently, “I just start talking when the sun comes up.” And the other day, he informed me, “Mommy, I have a lot of words inside of me.” Except…that first sentence came out of his mouth like this, “I jus start tal-ting when da sun tomes up.”
Happy New Year to all!
We’ve made it through the Mayan ‘apocalypse’ and I have made it through a rough few weeks with the flu and pneumonia. It seems like getting sick is my Christmas tradition, but this was one was especially bad. Thankfully, it seems to be on its way out. Having been doing a lot of sitting around while sick, I’ve been catching up on my Facebook/Email/UselessReadingThingsOnline. While reading about everyone’s holidays and some sweet Christmas stories, I stumbled upon a couple of personal stories that really hit home. These are two stories from two moms, neither of whom I know personally. I found their stories because they had been shared by friends of friends on Facebook.
As I sit here, still awaiting the imminent birth of Baby (#4) “Button”, I have my last baby on my mind. Maclane was #3, and he was supposed to be the last baby. I think, because of that, I’ve seen him as a ‘baby’ much longer than the other two. Of course, in reality, he’s very much a big boy now. He is three years and three months old, and he talks up a storm. Sometimes, only I can understand his continuous monologue, but he keeps on all the same. During the day, Maclane is independent, assertive, and curious. He has something to do all the time. At night, however, he is Mama’s baby.