The Mini Macks Go to Disney World

We were exploring a new village in Disney World when Rory spotted him. She quietly said, “Stop. I must go meet him.” I was surprised to hear her confession. It wasn’t a princess or some friendly animal. It was a big burly guy, tall, with dark hair, and awfully handsome. We waited in line. Then we waited some more. Then, well, as with most new relationships, we found ourselves waiting a lot more. This guy was proving to be a bit of an arrogant dude, quite frankly. I asked Rory if she wanted to wait the 25 minutes while he, “Must go admire myself in the mirror.” Really?! There are people waiting here! Rory however pulled some magic of her own and waited ever so patiently for this man to return. She busied herself by writing him a short story and illustrating him a portrait in her pink journal her Grandma had so thoughtfully given her before our departure.


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To the Batcave!

Like colorful soda bubbles rising to the surface, we were zipping and twisting up and through the San Francisco hills to Sutro Tower. The music was pumping through the speakers matching the sweet, but subdued, excitement of the morning. The wind was chasing us with a greater speed than we could escape it. I felt like I was a passenger on Mario Kart Racing where it was a neck and neck race to the top of the hill.

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Bluebird Gap Farm

Sometimes life requires a change of scenery. One doesn’t have to travel far (’cause Lord knows traveling too far can get ugly with kids and takes a certain mental preparedness…or moment of insanity). My favorite and most energized mother in law, a.k.a. “Grandma”, had the fun idea of heading over the bridges and through the tunnels to Hampton. A mere thirty minutes away. She packed us PBJs and grapes while I packed kids and all that goes with four critters between the ages of 0-6 (cousin Savannah was with us too! yay!) to Bluebird Gap Farm.


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Tracking February

If I was to give the month of February one descriptive word it would be “perseverance”. It’s not that the month was difficult per se in the sense that anything very serious was taking place, nor tragic, nor overly impressive of a project. Simply, it was just a month challenging my ability to stay on track, to persevere when temptation tried to veer me to other projects, and to say, “I think I can, I think I can, well darn it – I sound like a little old train, but I KNOW I CAN!”

The determined (and slightly crazy) Napoleon Bonaparte said, “Victory belongs to the most persevering.” and I believe we did just that in February. We achieved victory by the skin of our teeth – or wait, drum roll please – by one freshly cut tooth by Ms. Aurora K. Mack!


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