The M-n-M’s are VERY BIG. (well max anyway. TWENTY-ONE lbs, Mercy a petite 16.)
They sit, they roll, they grab, they yell, they REALLY want to eat food.
Max officially has his first tooth, lower right front!
Mercy is mobile and off on her very own adventures of shoe eating and floor smacking.
Max eats everything. and I do mean everything.
Mercy, not so much. She just gives it a taste most of the time.
Max blows raspberry’s and yells quite like a caveman.
Mercy NEVER stops yelling dadadadadadadada and I think we’ve added babababababababa.
WHERE is MAMAMAMAMA? I gave birth. to both of them. the way God intended. So don’t feed me that malarky about dada and baba being easier to say.

Eva can READ! She can add/subtract, figure out tons of science stuff, spin a mean yarn (a tall tale, a great read…) be very compassionate (at school only, apparently) say “i forgot” to just about every single thing I tell her and melt me at one very sweet hug and “I love you mama.”

Charley…. potty trained herself a few weeks ago. A few M-n-M’s and a lot of positive encouragement and we are down to 2 in diapers. Just a few steps behind her big sis in the reading department, I do believe. Loves the mini’s to death (and I do mean to death at times….)
loves to play with her pals at playgroup, thinks gymnastics is the coolest thing ever and is quite possible the sassiest little stinker in this family. My fave? “DON’T TALK TO ME!”

So, this is my idea of a catch up post.

love to all!
the crazy clan mac mama