Squirrlah! (that's how Maceo pronounces it)

This morning a number of transformers in our neighborhood blue. Kate and Macy and Nick were sitting at the dining room table when it happens. Nick happened to be glancing out the back window and saw the ball of fire on the line. Turns out several more further up the street has blown too. Nick didn't know that at the time though and said "There was a squirrel running away from it. That's probably what happened." Well, a few minutes later Maceo really wanted to look out the window. He said, "I want to see the squirrel on fire running!!"

What It's All About

Nick did post this on Facebook, but we can't stop watching it. Especially fun is the part where Mace can't turn it all about so he just bobs his head in time...

Quick Maceo story

The other night at dinner, Maceo took a big handful of mac and cheese. He said, "That's a big bite." He then almost ruefully added, "But I do like it though."

Funny Man

Maceo and I (Momma) have some of our best conversations in the 7 minute drive to St. Ann's where Maceo goes to daycare, or "school" as we like to say.  Recently on one trip to school, after we clarified that it was a steeple on top of the church and not a pizza, we got around to talking about how cute Cassius is and where Maceo saw himself on the cute spectrum.  It sent something like this:

Maceo:  Cassius is so cute!
Kate:  Yes, he is. You're cute, too.
Maceo:  No, I'm not cute. I'm funny.

More recently, we had a similar conversation and I tried to trick him.  You know, for fun.   It's hard to trap a 2.5 year old in conversation I say!

Maceo:  Cassius is so cute! (This is a recurring theme at our house and the topic is almost always brought up by Maceo).
Kate:  Yes, he is. You're cute, too. And funny!
Maceo:  I'm not funny, I'm fun---(big pause).  (Silence).

One point for Momma!

"Out, Slater!"

Nick learned to throw a Frisbee from his Lab, Maggie, when he was very small. Now Maceo is learning to throw from his teacher, Slater, while on his weekly Saturday visits with Grandpa and Grandma Sue.

Cassius!

Cassius!

Cassius A somewhat brief summary of the way you chose to arrive: On Sunday, August 4th, 2013, you had clearly decided you wanted to join our family. But, perhaps, given your youth, you didn't have all the tools to tell us you were ready a few days ahead of schedule and with no signs of labor. So, while your older brother and your poppa were at Kenilworth Gardens, I drove myself to the hospital for a quick check-in with the midwives to make sure the two or three odd contractions I had had the night before were nothing more than a little indigestion from eating two desserts after dinner on Saturday, an all-too common practice for me by the end of my pregnancy with you. That was around 10am. After a bit of waiting and some disjointed conversations between nurses, doctors, and the midwives, all of the dots were connected abruptly for us when I was informed around 12:30p that, simply, you needed to come on out. And, fast. So, Maceo was whisked to Mamy's house and your father rushed to the hospital and I was rushed into the OR and you arrived to us via c-section at 1:44pm. Et voila! If this is a sign of your future efficiency, I'm loving this trait of yours already! And I promise not to blame you too, too much for the pain of recovering from a c-section. You weighed 6 pounds, 13 ounces, and measured 21 inches in length, almost the exact same size as your big brother. But that will be the last comparison I make between you and your older brother as I recognize you are separate and unique creatures and I will love you both for your differences. And by last comparison I mean the first of many.