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.

a popsicle and rubber gloves

Today was the first fall (with blood) that I have had with makenzie... She is not a stranger to falling. NOT AT ALL. She is exactly like my sister in that regard. My sister fell so many times growing up that when she would fall down the stairs, no one would ask her if she was ok but, she would give a yell saying "don't worry I am ok" its when she didn't yell anything that we knew she might not be fine.


Makenzie is the same way, she fell down the stairs twice today and both times walked into the kitchen to announce that she was ok and not to worry.

Tonight though, I heard the fall and waited for the announcement. No announcement... Fear struck me. She officially hurt herself and there was blood. I'm ok with blood and people I don't know, not with people I do know. I know my niece. So I ran and got the first aid kit. Surprisingly, I knew where it was. Threw on some rubber gloves, for comic relief. It worked. Then called in my little brother to be my "Male Nurse" and hand me things as he called me doctor. Also Comic Relief. Also worked. The last thing I added was an orange Popsicle, not comic relief but worked. What started out as crying and telling me she wasn't ok, turned into rolling over laughing at me in my large rubber gloves, Matt pretending he was a male nurse and the worlds smallest wound covered by the biggest bandage we had on hand. In this case laughter was the best medicine... and maybe the orange Popsicle helped?

*her wound is the size of a dime... I know the bandage was overkill, but it worked.