Mac Chats

  “You brought me a playground! Thanks, mom!” You’re welcome, kiddo. (It holds adults too, not that we mentioned that.)

  Cormac’s new game is to race around the yard, flop down, and look at the sky. I must participate. After a few minutes of pointing out everything he sees, he will turn to me and say, “Ok mom. Let’s go see another sky” and he’ll find a different spot and look up.  We all know it’s the same sky. But it looks and feels different from another angle. Try someone else’s angle on before declaring it’s the same sky. Toddler wisdom at its finest.

“Cormac and mommy are barewalking together!” Truth. I always forget we live so close to the beach. This morning we went to hunt for treasures and dip our toes in the ocean.

Overheard at lunch: Cormac whispering to his goldfish cracker: You’re going to be next.  😶 Yikes.

The first words out of his mouth: “Can I drive it?”  No. No you may not. 

 Having a conversation about pronouns with a toddler quickly devolves into a “Who’s on first” routine.  Mac: I’m ME. You’re YOU! Me: Yes, that’s right Mac: You can’t be ME. I’m ME Me:  I’m me too. When I’m talking.  Mac: No. You’re you. I’m ME.  He’s not wrong.

  Someone decided he needed an array of snacks to watch Aunt KimberLEE teach mommy yoga. Impressive.  Also this morning: “Mommy, I used a screwdriver!” Me: “You did?! For what?” Mac: “For screwing Yoda” (Fixing his Yoda robot, I hope)