She Gets That From Her Father ...

If you know our family well at all, you know we're quite the jokesters. We find humor in almost anything, afterall laughter IS the best medicine. It does a soul good! Watch below to see how our humor has trickled down to the youngest Walker, Miss Macy Renee.

P.S. This was totally un-rehearsed. I had NO clue it was on my video camera until I went to upload something else. I remember her asking me "Mom, how do you take pictures?" but I didn't know she'd just recorded something .. on PURPOSE! hahaha

She's Bossy, The Queen of the Pack

You often hear little boys say they want to be firemen or policemen when they grow up. They like firetrucks and policecars all the while pretending to be those professions. Little girls will tell you they'd like to be teachers or mommies while they "teach" or "mother" their baby dolls. Macy Walker knows what she wants to be when she grows up too, but it's not a teacher, mother, nurse or any other traditional "female" role.

A: "Mace, what do you think you'd like to be when you grow up?"

M: "I'm gonna' be be a boss."

A: "Ohhhh, you're gonna be a boss? What kind of boss?"

M: "You know ... the boss of a company. The kind that has an office and tells people what to do."

Of COURSE I know! hahahaha

My Wish

Ba da bom bom-bom ... I'm Lovin' It!

Recognize that little jingle? Believe it or not, I DO let my kid clog her arteries with their food sometimes. Tonight though, the golden arches brought a taste that is bittersweet.

Macy was worn out from a swimming-filled, park-played, library-visited day and looked like she was on the verge of collapse when I picked her up from my in-law's. As we neared our home, she asked "Mom, do you think we could just go to McDonald's? I'm really tired. I just wanna' eat and lay down and watch TV." ... THIS is highly unusual for Macy Walker but I could tell she was worn slicker than hot pair of bald tires so I obliged on one condition; mind you I never thought in a million years she'd comply with my conditional McDonald's visit.

There's a Wal-Mart near our home that has a McDonald's just inside the door. I thought to myself, I'll agree to get her McDonald's if she'll go in there on her own while I wait in the car near the door. Keep in mind, that would require her barely seven-year old soul to carry money into the store alone, order her food correctly alone and get her drink ... ALONE! Here's what the conversation sounded like:

A: "If you'll go in there on your own while I wait right here, then I'll stop."

M: "Okay (shrugs) that's no big deal. You'll wait right here, right?"

A: "Yes. I'll wait right here for you. Can you do that on your own???"

M: "Yeah, it's fine. But I want apples so what do I say? Can I have chicken nuggets with apples?"

A: (still not really believing she'll carry out her "own" McDonald's experience) "Yep. That's all

you say."

M: " ... and for the drink, I just tell 'em I want a fountain drink, right?"

A: (I hand her a $5 bill) "You got it, a fountain drink."

About this time, I pull up at the doorway to the Wal-Mart. Now before any of you other parents wanna' police me for putting my child in stranger danger, I could see her from the glass door outside the Wal-Mart and I could see the entry to McDonald's so no child grabber would'a made out of there alive with my kid, mmkay?

A couple minutes pass & here comes my big, very proud little girl carrying her McDonald's sack, her fountain drink-of which she got herself too, and the change! I know all the other momma's out there with graying hair have been in my shoes but it's hard to believe my barely 7 year old baby doesn't need me anymore.

Remember When .... $1 Paid for a Movie, Drink AND Popcorn

At some point in our lives, most of us have heard from either our grandparents or our own parents stories of "remember when". They've told us about walking uphill in the snow-barefoot, they've told us about working long hard hours when a day's pay was only $3.00 and they've told us there was a time when you could take your sweetie to the movies, buy popcorn & a coke all for a buck. Don't take this the wrong way my friendly readers but c'mon now, just how much is a buck gonna get'ya in 2010? Mmhmm, that's what I thought. So did Macy Walker.


Yesterday was her 7th birthday party and lemme tell'ya, she is one loved little girl! She got more presents than you could shake a stick at. Although she did get a few duplications, she absolutely loved every cotton-pickin' gift she got! No worries though, I took her bright & early this morning to exchange them.


I wanted to use the whole exchange process as not only a math lesson ... you know adding up how much the return items would be compared to how much she could spend with the returns but also as a life lesson on how to return things to the store. As we prepared to leave, I counseled Macy on the process. Just as we began to walk out the door, she screeched "WAIT! I think I wanna' take my Wal Mart Giftcard I got too.", "Is that okay? Can I go get it real quick?" I replied, "Sure. Hurry up. I'll wait here.", as I stood in the doorway I watched her make a mad dash over to the cabinet where her mound of birthday gift cards lain. She rifled through them to find the one that said "Waaallll Mart" (that's what I heard her sound out as she got to just the right card). Just as she snatched that one out of the pile, she flipped it over to see what was on the back. That my friends is when all tradgedy of the dollar-days-no-more broke loose.



"TEN DOLLARS??", I heard Macy yelp as tears started to come to her eyes. "Mom! I can't buy ANYthing for ten dollars!" Before I could even get a word out, she marched over to the drawer where I keep pens. As she opened the drawer retrieving a Sharpie she proclaimed, "I'm just gonna write this for more money!"

Chocolate Brown?

Those whom have studied child development, have kiddos of your own or have been around little ones will know that somewhere around the preschool ages of 3-4 yrs. old, they start to recognize what is "like me" and what isn't like me. They ask questions and by gollee, they expect an explanation!

Macy's always been a talker, infact I wish her toddler teacher could read this blog to attest the fact the child stood in a crib at 9 1/2 months old shouting her name, "Macy Waaka, Macy Waaka, Macy Waaka" until someone came over to talk to her. She probably talks so much because we explain EVERYthing to her. We try to use every question she has as an opportunity for education. It shouldn't be a surprise when just barely 2 yrs. old she would ask "Why like this?", or state "This not me" when noticing someone different from her in a book or in public. Of course we wanted her to know not everyone is the same but it's also our responsibility to respect and appreciate diversity.

Not only do we talk & explain aLOT, we read aLOT. Everytime there's been a question, we buy a stinkin' book or two or five about whatever subject; so when she wanted to know why one of these things is not like the other (sing it like Sesame Street), off to the bookstore it was. One of the books we've had since 2005 is called "The Colors of Us" by Karen Katz. Macy absolutely looooves this book. She can read it without looking now (I think I might cry ... j/k) but from time to time she will ask me to read it to her. When I oblige, she'll say "Mom, mom, that's your hand!" as she points to Isabella and CRAcks up laughing.

Hmm .. I think ... should I be concerned or appreciate her humor?

P.S. The picture above is the cover of the book. Isabella is the person on the far right.

The Object of Her Affection

Tuesday, Macy has her class photo for 1st Grade. Me being the Mom-of-the-Year thought it'd be a grand idea to get some new threads & some new paw covers so she'd look half way decent for the pic. Yeah, who was I kidding?!? See, I THOUGHT I took a 6 year old with me but the girl who walked into the fitting room was 16! "This is ugly. I don't like this. This is too tight. This looks stupid. You always wanna' dress me faaaannncccyy like a girly girl. I'm a girl but I don't like that fancy stuff. Jewelry and dresses and hair things ... I don't like those!", "Why can't I just wear this sweater and a shirt and some jeans?" (P.S. The sweater DID have some jewels near the collar hahaha). "Wow, Really? Is this child REALLY telling me how she wants to dress? Since when does she have an opinion?!?", I thought.

She's right though. Just cause I'm all foofy foof, she doesn't have to be. So we left the store without buying anything & I was perfectly okay with that. I WILL however go tomorrow, with her "parameters" in mind when I try to find something for her at a different store.

Not only did I run into a 16 year old in a 6 year old's body while clothes shopping but she carted herself back to my car too! Miss Macy Walker asked if we could rock Radio Disney, I complied. I mean hey, I like some of that stuff! haha I even learned what the 16 year old ... er um, I mean SIX year old was going to do when she grows up!

"You know what I'm going to do when I grow up? Marry Nick Jonas. He's hot!" -- Macy Walker.