Miracles are Relative

I might as well name this blog “My Exhausting McLaren Life” as it has been another non-stop weekend of meeting new people, doing new things, and entertaining new friends.

On Sunday, my mommy’s lady colleagues hosted a “meet and greet” for me at our house. While I don’t quite get the concept of shaking hands yet, I have a feeling that I was a hit with the ladies (Sí, soy un hombre de las señoras). Of course, I was on my best behavior (which was tough as I was a bit under the weather last week) but it is amazing how easy it was to wow these gals. A few smiles on cue, a couple of high-fives on-demand, and an occasional bashful smirk and they were eating out of the palms of my hands.

Also, today I came to the realization that miracles are entirely relative. For instance, my parents were astonished at my "motor-skill miracles" today including feeding myself banana puffs, clapping my hands together, dancing, and waving "hola" and "adios". While it’s not quite turning water into wine or walking on water, it apparently meant the world to them.

Here are a few pictures from this weekend's activities...


Daddy and I before the guests arrived. I love my new outfit that McKenzie sent me!!!


Everyone wanted to hold me, and kiss me, and love me...


But who can blame them, who can resist this face???