nightmare

I often read blogs about mom's who love hearing the soft patter of the feet of their children, its all lovey dovey and cute. I think I may have missed that stage with Makenzie, I am sure Alicia could at one time refer to anything Makenzie did as soft. I however can't say that. There is nothing she does quietly, I mean nothing. When she is in the shower I often question what she is doing, but really WHAT is she doing? It's like circus in there, I am constantly checking to make sure she didn't bring a pet monkey home and decide to give it a bath. I always know where she is, without a doubt. Even in a game of hide and seek, I have to pretend that I didn't just hear her "tip-toe" up the stairs, quietly shut slam the door, slide under the bed and hit her head three times on it. She is very amusing though when she tries to get away with something, she thinks shes all sneaky, when little does she know that we are able to hear her every move. All in all her un-softness is what keeps me aware of her, and I never have to worry if she's ok... of course, unless she is quiet then I know something is wrong.

So back to the soft patter of feet. It was about 3am when drew and I woke to the soft Clydesdale sounding patter of feet coming down the stairs and into our room. Makenzie had a nightmare, poor thing. My adrenaline was pumping at this point because I thought someone with a herd of cows was trying to get into the house, don't stress, just Makenzie. She hops into bed (crushing Drew's nether regions) and squeezes herself between us. Like I said nothing is done softly. Oh, did I mention she flipped the light on to make sure we were awake to hear about her nightmare. Drew rolls over groaning and I begin to have a conversation about her nightmare, so I can get her back to bed as soon as possible. What had happened was...

Kenz- "I had a dream that the lights kept going on and off and Molly (our dog) left the room and then I realized you had more Hip-Hop style than I did at the football game we went to last night, and it made me feel bad."

Me- "well, is it true that I have more style than you?"

Kenz- "uhhh are you kidding me? No, but it felt like a nightmare, and I woke up scared that you did."

Me- "ok, since we know it's not possible for me to have more style than you let's get you back in bed... Goodnight Makenzie"

I took her back up to bed, assured her that I do not and never will have as much style as her and that if I ever get too "cool" looking I will tone it down. She seemed settled with that and fell back asleep.

I can't believe the possibility of me being "cool" was a nightmare to her... jeeez!