Happy Birthday, Makgill!!!
Our precious baby boy turned three years old last Monday! It hardly seems possible. Didn’t we just bring him home from the hospital a couple of months ago? Talk about a life-changing experience. Who knew such love could come in 6 pounds, 9 ounces, and 19and a ½ inches? He teaches me so much about life everyday. His knowledge amazes me. He picks up on everything! The kid can tell you anything you want to know about trucks, tractors, airplanes… anything that goes! Here is a list of Makgill’s favorite things at age three: Tractors, dump trucks, anything outside, riding toys, coloring, finger-painting, helicopters, singing, dancing, laughing, being rough with Daddy, drinking from a big boy cup, teasing about liking the color orange, THE GAMECOCKS!!, brushing teeth BY MYSELF, potty talk J, playing crash, knocking down blocks, building with blocks, kissing Clara Beth, terrorizing Clara Beth, making Clara Beth laugh, his new school, his old teachers, fruit chews, bubble gum, chicken fingers, ketchup, icing, reading (about trucks, tractors, trains…), blue, remembering Disney, asking to go back to Disney, playing with Li-Li and Boom-Boom, talking about Papa driving on the grass, Mama and Papa’s farm, running, climbing, hiding kisses from Mommy, tools, school buses, Disney buses, church, cell phones, Noah’s Ark, and being the most lovable, amazing, beautiful, hilarious boy I have ever known. We love you high as the sky and deep as the ocean, Baby Mak!!!
