She's getting more teeth. The only difference is now she can tell me that there's a "boo boo" in her mouth. And she's not shy when it comes to telling me she needs medication to ease the toothache. Although, sometimes I believe she's feigning mouth pain just to get a taste of the grape-flavored syrup that's only to be administered every four hours.
Yesterday, I asked Kennedy what she wanted for breakfast. "Mac and cheese" said my bed-headed girl. We had a bagel instead.
The other day Kennedy grabbed my chin and pulled my face directly in front of hers and said, "Mommy happy?" After I laughed, gave her a big hug and replied back that I, indeed, was so very happy, she shouted, "Happy, happy, happy!"
Meet our new neighbors. I think there was a little confusion with the property line, though. They took up residency in our courtyard, and I've been stalking them ever since the first egg hatched. Mother bird was wise in picking our tiny pencil tree to set up shop in as I'm a lover of all things baby. Although, I'm not certain she knew I'd haul one of our bar stools over to the window where her nest is perched less than an arm's length away and then lug my own baby up on the stool with me and get all National Geographic on her and try explaining how regurgitation works. She probably also didn't know that this haul and lug science class would be one of our daily doings.
Not to fret mama bird, I come in peace. Just to prove that, I've been keeping an obnoxiously curious four-legged foe preoccupied with other hobbies so as to keep baby bird maulings off the rap sheet.
I often forget about Kennedy's middle name and then out of nowhere it speaks to me.
Darling...
Summer is here. Or maybe it's coming. I guess it depends on the region you live in. Today, it feels like it's here, but I just talked to my mom and she was under a blanket and talked of a heater clicking on the other morning.
We had an impromptu visit to the zoo yesterday. Out of the blue and close to lunch time, followed by nap time -- let's just say the wrong time, Brandon says, "Let's go to the zoo." I cocked my head to the side, scrunched my nose and rolled up the right side of my upper lip. He could see the answer coming before I said it. But he was persistent in true Brandon style, and I dragged my feet the entire time I got ready to go to the zoo.
You know, sometimes I'm really glad he doesn't listen to me when I say no. We didn't even see that many animals due to the amount of people and the sun beating down on us, but it was a nice change of scenery and the zoo's ice tea rocks.
We're headed to Denver soon. Kennedy in her own seat on the flights there and back. Our first trip where we had to buy her a seat. Soon, Sweet Tomatoes will be charging me for her to graze on their salad bar. She's starting to cost more, yes indeedy, but that just means she growing, getting older and still blessing our lives. And that, my friends, is my definition of priceless.
