I realize that I have spent a lot of time talking about Emma. I figured that it was time for an Ode to Macey.
She's my pudgy-wudgy, huggable, lovable gal. She's my Macey Gracey, but we just call her Trouble. She's as healthy as a horse but her diet consists of french toast, milk, juice, macaroni and cheese, yogurt and more milk and more juice. She's smart. Darn smart. She knows her alphabet better than Emma and can problem solve -- thank goodness -- so Mom does not always have to come to the rescue. But she is stubborn. She is the State Department to terrorists--there is no negotiating. Today we took away her dinosaur but promised that she could have it back if she only ate one little bite of rice. And she even likes rice! There was no pain involved for her -- but for the pain of being a pawn in the system that she has seen Emma already surrender to. She never did eat that rice, but she did have her dinosaur back fifteen minutes later, and I'm still not sure how that happened.
She loves to show off and was DEVASTATED today when a teacher came to the house to talk to Emma about her alphabet and object recognition and did not ask her questions. She insisted that I ask the teacher to COME BACK! She wanted to TALK. Poor thing.
So here's my Ode to Macey Grace:
Ode to Macey
Macey Gracey, Pudding Pie
Apple of Mom and Dad's Eye
You're smart, you're cute, so full of attitude.
You even says 'tanks' to show gratitude.
Every battle it seems you have to win,
And it took two long years for your hair to come in.
But we love our beautiful baby,
You're going to be a great little lady.
She's my pudgy-wudgy, huggable, lovable gal. She's my Macey Gracey, but we just call her Trouble. She's as healthy as a horse but her diet consists of french toast, milk, juice, macaroni and cheese, yogurt and more milk and more juice. She's smart. Darn smart. She knows her alphabet better than Emma and can problem solve -- thank goodness -- so Mom does not always have to come to the rescue. But she is stubborn. She is the State Department to terrorists--there is no negotiating. Today we took away her dinosaur but promised that she could have it back if she only ate one little bite of rice. And she even likes rice! There was no pain involved for her -- but for the pain of being a pawn in the system that she has seen Emma already surrender to. She never did eat that rice, but she did have her dinosaur back fifteen minutes later, and I'm still not sure how that happened.
She loves to show off and was DEVASTATED today when a teacher came to the house to talk to Emma about her alphabet and object recognition and did not ask her questions. She insisted that I ask the teacher to COME BACK! She wanted to TALK. Poor thing.
So here's my Ode to Macey Grace:
Ode to Macey
Macey Gracey, Pudding Pie
Apple of Mom and Dad's Eye
You're smart, you're cute, so full of attitude.
You even says 'tanks' to show gratitude.
Every battle it seems you have to win,
And it took two long years for your hair to come in.
But we love our beautiful baby,
You're going to be a great little lady.
1 comment:
My beautiful little Macey..she is so very smart, and she has her own little personality! She looks just like her Grammy did at that age...so adorable! :)
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