16 months already.

As I was downloading a multitude of pictures from my camera I came across these all taken within the last month. I can't believe its been 16 months since we brought him home.

Has there ever been a more perfect baby? Well, I can think of 4 that tie... but this is celebrating Zion McKay Watley! Number 5...

Nothing more beautiful!
So intent....
Mack loves being outside!

This is probably my favorite... So Peaceful.

If only you could see that his glasses say "Princess" on the side!
King of the castle... Remotes, drumstick and the big man recliner!

Mastering the spoon!

This is Mack's way of helping with laundry, notice the lint filter thrown on the floor.

So proud he was able to be such HELP!

It won't be long and he'll be grown...

First Haircuts...

I seriously am having trouble watching Mack grow so quickly. He's my last baby (unless God deems the tubal I had to be useless and by a miracle "fixes" the fix).

It seems like just yesterday I had to call Eric at work and tell him I was most definitely in labor and assure him that everything would be ok even though it was 5 weeks early.

We went to the hospital 45 minutes away and were ushered into the awaiting LDR room to be assessed. After all the preliminary tests I was given several shots of that lovely medication to stop labor and told to rest for the night. By 10 the next morning Mack was on his way regardless of the meds and it had set in. I would be a mother of 5!

In the beginning I felt that it would be much more than I could ever handle, but God is so good and has given me the best children anyone has ever experienced. The oldest ones pitch in and the younger ones have just fallen into the routine.

Now my baby is one and there's no turning back... Everyday he learns something new and the expression of wonder and amazement never gets old. For that very thing I would have a million more.

On the Saturday after his first birthday Mack had his first haircut, while I was pretty much resigned to it, I had no idea how much it would change his baby features into that of a little boy. Of course he's still "my baby" but something grew up immediately.

No matter how old any of my children get each of them are my babies... But the actualization of the baby-ness... There's nothing sweeter in the world.

Mack's First Birthday Disaster~

This is Mack's BEFORE picture.

Hi everyone, I'm writing to you as I check Mack's poor fingers to make sure the flame did not do too much damage last night.

Yes, I said flame.

Let me start my entry by stating that we had been without power from Sunday to yesterday (Wednesday) at about 11am. I was pretty certain that a birthday party on Mack's actual birthday was not going to happen. But as soon as the lights came on we loaded up and headed to the grocery for birthday provisions.

By the time we got home I had a little less than an hour and a half to make 2 cakes (one for us and one just for him) and pizza's for everyone. During this time, I realized that I was going to have too much cake batter and ended up making 5 cakes just to use it all up, flipping a pizza cheese side down on the door of a HOT oven, and stubbing my toe to the point of it bleeding.

After getting it all done and ready for the party, I set Mack up in his highchair and put his froggy cake in front of him, candle lit, ready to have him blow it out... Well, have the kids blow it out while I was taking pictures...

Before we could even get close enough he very carefully reached for the flame, extinguishing it with his little one year old fingers.

He's fine, but our hearts are scarred forever! Eric couldn't even stand to look at the pictures that I insisted on taking with him crying... Hello! there has to be pictures!!!

He did recover in time to climb his presents like a mountain,

then when he did open it, HE LOVED his giraffe rider!

He worked on it, rode it and climbed more on the empty box until he was aboslutely tuckered out~ I think it was a very Happy Birthday... disaster or not!

This is Mack's AFTER picture.