for the love of dresses

Our Friday. The playground program she goes to had dress up as your favorite character day. I know this isn't a character per say, but to her a princess is a character or at least it was a good day to dress up in your finest and then run around on the playground with the boys. She is SO much like my sister! Dressed up then running around and playing in the dirt.

Real 4th of July attire, she sure does love dresses... what you cant see is on the back of her she is covered in chalk and dirt. She told me that day "aunt mandy (facing forward) I am business in the front... (turns around) and a party in the back" for sure Makenzie for sure!

And one more dress picture, just to prove her love of dresses. We dressed up to see my little brother off at his prom, so this was her first prom experience. I know it is a long way off, but its not to early to practice wearing a prom dress.. is it??

You have nothing in common

So, Makenzie was helping me make dinner the other night and she turns to me with a serious face and the following conversation happened:

Makenzie- "Aunt Mandy do you like peas?"
Me- "Yes, I do they are one of my favorite vegetables."

She gets this intense look of confusion...

Makenzie- "Well Aunt Mandy, I'm just wondering how you and uncle drew can be married, I mean you really have nothing in common."
Me- "What do you mean by we have nothing in common?"
Makenzie- "ummm, well I asked uncle drew earlier if he likes peas and he says he HATES them... seriously hates them, really how can you guys be married? I have more in common with him, cause I also don't like peas either Aunt Mandy."

I guess she had asked Uncle Drew in an earlier conversation if he liked peas, and had come to the conclusion that since we have a difference in opinion on vegetables that we clearly have nothing in common.

All that became of the conversation was an agreement that during the course of the next year peas will not be served, two against one... I lose.

glasses

A few weeks ago I gave my niece a speech that when kids are around, adults grow eyes in the back of their heads and we can see everything. It took some convincing and I had to assure her when she became an adult she would also grow these "special" eyes. This was to let her know that she was better off just telling the truth, because we probably already knew and if we didn't, the truth would come out in the end. What had happened was...

I'm driving the car and Makenzie is sitting in her booster seat behind me. So my "special" eyes (rear view mirror) were blocked by the seat. We had just stopped at Rita's (she just so happened to get Swedish fish flavor, red in color), and I noticed she got very quiet. I thought it was because she was eating. Wrong. I looked in the mirror and tried to turn around, but I couldn't see what she was doing. She then pipes up and says... "Hey, Aunt Mandy I think you might need to see a doctor." I am completely confused right now as to what she is talking about and I asked her why? She says, "Well, ummm the eyes in the back of your head might need glasses, because I just spilled my Rita's and cleaned it up with my (white) sweater and your eyes didn't even notice it, I really think you might need glasses." She's holding up her little white sweater to show me, only now it's covered in stylish red splotches.

Instead of telling her that I don't really have "special" eyes... I told her I would have to make an appointment later this week, but I would probably get contacts instead of glasses. I thanked her for cleaning the mess and for letting me know about my eyes.