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!

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.