Mac Chats

“Mom! Play David Byrne aye aye aye aye aye. “ Translation: play the Talking Heads “Psychokiller”... but only the Stop Making Sense extended version.  We tried the studio version and he was NOT having it. I also tried to explain that referring to “The Talking Heads” as David Byrne is probably why the band broke up in the first place. 

  My helper this morning was on the hunt for “more little bits” to trap with his Dust Buster. Don’t worry, friend. With a kid and a dog, there are plenty of “little bits” to discover and suck up.

  “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.