Big Baby Jesus!

Several weeks ago I received an email invitation for Mac, my wife and I to represent the Holy Family at one of the church services on Christmas Eve.  Assuming this invite went out to every member of the church who had a child this year, I waited about a week to respond to give others ample opportunity to volunteer.  I figured we may as well let them know we were available, since we were planning to attend the 10PM service that night anyway. Included in my response was the following:

“My family would be available Christmas Eve.  We should make mention that our son, Macallister, is 10 months old and he is big for his age.  Another newer, perhaps smaller baby, may make for a more convincing baby Jesus. However, if you do not find any other volunteers we would be happy to do it.”

Within a minutes, we had a response thanking us for volunteering and confirming that it was indeed us who were on for the 10PM service.  They dismissed my concerns about his size, and were just happy that we accepted one of the more difficult to fill time slots.

Fast forward to Christmas Eve morning, the day of the big performance. Mac woke up with one eye crusted shut. That’s right, Mac had pink eye. Immediately, I felt a little upset, saying how did this happen and who gave this to him. But those feelings were quickly replaced with disappointment, as clearly this puts his appearance at church in jeopardy. We called the doctor and they confirmed our suspicion, and prescribed eye drops. The doctor recommended that he not partake in the planned evening activity as he would be contagious for 24 hours.

After getting the prescription and administering the first round of drops, the discussion began about whether or not we should actually keep him home from church. After all, it’s not like anyone would be touching him or his eyes. We got opinions from the grandparents, and ultimately it came down to my wife and I making the final decision. I was convinced that it would be fine and he would be sleeping and no one would get pink eye from him. However, there was a point later in the day when I determined that I’d better not push any further or it might just be a Joseph and a Jesus, and no Mary…

Ultimately I do feel that we (mostly my wife) made the best decision for Mac, and for the rest of the congregation. It would’ve been awful if even one unsuspecting member wore up with an unfortunate Christmas present of pink eye from Mac. I did feel bad that we were not able to go, and that with such short notice, they would likely go without a baby Jesus at the late service. I offered to wrap myself in soft linens and lay in the manger, but that wasn’t as funny to anyone else as it was to me.

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I prefer playing with the bows and the wrapping paper over whatever is in this present! -Mac

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Overboard! AKA Fetch, Daddy

We have a new favorite game at our house, and one member of the family is particularly good at it. We’ve named this game Overboard. It’s a simple game, really, where Mac will take anything that he can and drop it to the floor. I’m sure he has been playing long before I realized it was a game, but I can still remember the very first time I noticed. It was my mother-in-law and her twin sister’s birthday back in August and we were celebrating at the local hibachi restaurant.  Mommy and Daddy were taking turns holding Mac, who would’ve been just over 6 months at the time. I remember that night in particular because we realized that going to dinner with Mac was going to be different from now on. No longer would we be able to take turns holding him and then put him into his car seat when the food arrived and enjoy dinner while he took a nap. Mac was taking a stand and that meant, everything within arm’s reach needed to be on the floor. From chopsticks, to napkins, to his bottle or Mommy’s phone, they were all sent flying to the floor. We laughed with him at the time, and Daddy would reach down each time to pick everything up. This was likely a mistake as Mac soon trained Daddy to pick everything up and give it back to him.

Fast forward to today, and Mac has perfected his overboard technique. Everything that he can get his hands on continues to be dropped to the floor. Now that he’s on the move, it’s become a whole different game.   If I set him down to play in his pack and play for a few minutes, he immediately stands up, and one by one drops his toys over the edge. When he’s in the high chair eating, he plays, dropping his puffs or his crackers over the edge. (which Lucky appreciates)  The most popular time is when he’s being held and he specifically pulls his pacifier out of his mouth, straightens his arm, and releases as if to say, here Daddy, please pick this up so I can drop it again. Recently he’s added a new element. After Mac drops his chosen item, he looks down at it, and says very clearly, “uh oh.”  He says it so much, my wife asked me if that was really going to be his first word. I said, I guess it’s better than “Fetch, Daddy.”

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Okay Daddy, I’ve cleared everything within arm’s reach and then some, anything else you’d like to put in front of me? -Mac