thank you Irene... pretty sure my "inst-parent of the year" award is no longer in the mail.

Today was Makenzie's first day of school. No, not yesterday like the rest of her school. Yes, you read it right... she missed her first day of school. Gasp! Kenzie went to her Great Grandparents, in upstate New York, for her last week of summer. And well, Irene decided to flood that particular area and make it impossible to get back in a timely manner Sunday (if at all). So, instead of forcing the issue on Sunday... my brother opted to drive her back on Monday. My brother has been driving for a year and is a stellar driver, in comparison to the rest of us, but still him fording rivers in his car golf cart was not really high on my priority list. So, today was her first day of 1st Grade, and today was uncle Mat's last day as our "Manny". (I will explain all that in another post about our summer). When Makenzie missed her first day, I felt like I had slightly failed as an "insta-parent". But thank you super kind lady in the front office of her school for saying these kind words... "I bet she still gets into college and the Makenzie I see in the hallways will have NO problem adjusting to missing the first day of school, she will be just fine." It's true, she switched Kindergarten Schools 3 times without a problem, and was recommended to skip to 1st grade several times. So the lady is right, I felt like I failed slightly, but I think she will be just fine.

I still don't think my "inst-parent of the year" award is in the mail:-)

isn't that where it is?

The news is out. Family, friends, and strangers know... yep we are on our way to a family of 4 (for at least 2 months then my sister comes home). It looks like God was preparing us to be a family of 3. In simpler terms. Baby in February. However, what this post is really about... What had happened was...

Makenzie came up to me the other day and gave me the biggest hug, it was so sweet, I hugged her back. Then she preceded to "hug" my boobs chest area and then reached up to kiss them. I took her hands away and asked her what she was doing? She says "ummm kissing the baby, isn't that where it is?" Me, "No its in my belly." Makenzie, "oh, well your boobs are getting huge and your belly is so little I thought your boobs were pregnant."

Living with a six year old is like living with a stand up comedian.