Little Miss Attitude

Have a Kenley story for you… she’s about 3.5 right now.

She and I were driving home from the park Sunday night and she’s asking me just question after question about anything and everything. I’m answering not really paying attention to her or what I’m saying. Kind of a smile and nod thing. Anyways we get to the house and she’s asking another question as I unlock the door.  She’s headed to her play room as I answered her and then she turns and replies to me, hands on hips head shake and everything, “Yeah mom, well, all I’m hearing is blah blah blah blah blah.” Then she turned and finished her little princess hoppy skippy dance into her play room.  I went in there in shock and said that’s not a very nice way to talk to me she smiled up at me and says, ha ha. This is so not ok!

Where does that even come from? I called Cale- b/c I was in shock- and told him what she said to me and he kinda dodges and says well I might have actually told her that when she was asking me all her questions.

I give up.

So it's been a while...

This Summer has been insane. Lots going on!
Traveling, weddings, birthdays, softball tournaments and oh yeah, I'M PREGNANT.

I'll start a new page (so as not to bore the non pregnant folk) for this new kid and all the gory details that go along with cooking a kid.

Now for our latest misadventure...
Saturday was freak of nature day. We had, no kidding, a gully-washer! In a time period of about 3 hours we got close to 4 inches of rain. That never happens. That especially never happens in TX in the middle of August.  So of course I have a wedding to attend during the middle of this mess. My heart goes out to the bride-who'd a thought. While I'm headed to the wedding (I never actually made it because the roads got washed out) my 16yr old cousin is babysitting Kenley. 

I'd been gone for about an hour or two and got a text saying everything at home was great and Kenley was cleaning. She's OCD and does this.  So I finally get home and am setting down my purse and umbrella in the entryway (tile floor) and slipped a little. No biggie, I'm sopping wet from all the rain. I squish into my living room (concrete floor) and land on the couch to get the down low from my cousin. Kenley heard me come in and comes barreling out of her playroom through the entry way on her way to the living room.  She hits the entry way at full tilt then does what looked like an accidental baseball slide in the entryway and slid into the the living room. Screaming bloody murder of course.

Turns out she was fine. Scared not scarred. I went back to the entryway rethinking my whole slipped because I'm wet theory. My kid cleaned the tile floor with WOOD OIL! Don't know how I missed the orange smell when I came in. But at least for the rest of the night we had inside slip-n-slide.

Fashion Emergency

Let me preface this with- MY KID HAS ISSUES AND COMES BY THEM NATURALLY

I got a call this morning at the office from Cale. He generally calls once or twice a day just to say hi or ask when I’m coming home.  He almost never calls in the morning unless something’s wrong. From his tone and the fussing in the background I can tell he’s frustrated. It went like this, “Can you please tell your kid that it’s ok to wear her black sparkle shoes! She doesn’t believe me and is throwing a fit!” Then he put Kenley on the line.

Kenley loves her Georgie. In fact he’s probably runs a close second to Dora and ties with Care Bears. So I found her a Georgie Shirt. She wore it today with some little (all her clothes are little b/c she’s a shrimp) black capri tights.  All’s good until it was time for her to go to school (aka daycare) and she had to put some shoes on. She and Cale dumped her entire basket of shoes out on the floor to find a pair that matched her outfit. Cale picked out her black sparkle mary janes (similar to the ones below). Kenley was very upset by this because- imagine her saying this with a –geez why am I having to explain this to you, look-,  “Those shoes are only for dresses, Daddy!” There is absolutely no way she can wear them with shorts and her Georgie shirt.  Cale tried to convince her that they were ok and got nothing but tears and a flat refusal to leave the house.

Then he put Kenley on the line. She says to me, “Mommy, I can’t wear my sparkle shoes. They’re for dresses (whimper & sniff)”  I told her, that yes they’re for dresses but they’re so pretty they’ll look nice with pants too. And they’re so pretty she can wear them with whatever she wants. She sniffled some more and confirmed that it was ok to wear them which translates to: Are you sure Daddy knows what he’s talking about. She says, “Thank you Mommy, I love you, have a good day,” then gave the phone back to Cale who also has a somewhat grumpy thank you for me. I’m giggling.

Apparently they made it out the door b/c Cale calls back a few minutes later. Poor guy, he had a rough morning. They put all her shoes back in the basket in her closet and Cale lined her boots up in front of the basket. Kenley had another breakdown because he put her blue sparkle boots in the spot where her pink polka dot rain boots go-she again had to explain the wrongness to Daddy- and the world was ending. He was calling me back to tell me this is all my fault and today she’s my kid.

Lotta bubbles in this bath!

Bath time for Kenley is my favorite! She loves it, she's contained, and she plays so hard the water exhausts her and she'll go to sleep almost immediately afterwards. Does it get much better? Needless to say, Kenley gets lots of baths.  To keep it fun we have tons of bath toys.  The newest one is the Summer Infant Tub Time Bubble Maker. This thing is awesome! It is the kid's mission to pop or catch every single bubble. After an hour and a half and an entire bottle of bubble juice it took a "you'll turn into a raisin and raisins get eaten by Daddy" threat to get her out of the tub. Since we used the entire bottle that came with the machine in the first extra bubble bath I just mixed a little of her tear free
bubble bath with water, shook it up and use that for the second. Worked great.
 

Ahh caffeine

We got an Nespresso Pixie, Titanium (ours is Electric Blue) in the office about a week ago.  I'll admit I was a skeptic seeing as we have our trusty KCup Machine Keurig Elite Coffee Brewer that I've used for forever.  KCups are not my favorite but for office coffee its workable.  But ahhh the Nespresso!  I am in Heaven! This is definitely going on the Christmas list this year. You can feel the almost instant caffeine hit, which has been vital for me since we did a server migration over the weekend and it's been all kinds of crazy!  The cup... I'm a TEXAN but a co-worker moved back to NY and wanted to leave a piece of herself in Dallas. : ) This cup is the perfect size for adding my yummy froth and not having to go all frou frou espresso cup. Highly recommend this to all you other caffeine addicts out there.

Bossy Britches!

Sunday evening in the car with Cale and the kid.  Cale and I are discussing something so inane I don't remember what except that Kenley could understand the repercussions.  In fact I told Cale he would get a time-out or a spanking (we were joking- not like I could say I'd kick him in the knee in front of the kid) if he didn't do something. Kenley goes all bossy on us and say, "Oh no, no Mommy! You can't do that. You don't get to give daddy time-outs. You just need to leave daddy alone." That effectively quashed our conversation and I told Kenley, "You dont get to tell Mommy and Daddy what to do Miss Bossy Britches." She gets all offended and shoots us that what is your problem look and says, "Hey! I am not Bob Stitches!"

The Daddy Monster

Kenley loves the little mermaid.  She ran in the living room last night to tell us that the Sea Witch Monster was going to get Ariel.

Cale, horsing around, looms over Kenley like a giant gorilla and says, “Well I’m the Daddy Monster and Im going to get a Kenley-Rawr!” Kenley, puts her hands on her hips (a la peter pan)and says, “Oh no you won’t Daddy Monster because I’m a Kenley Monster!” Right about the time she said Kenley, she emphasized her statement with a vertical jump.  Unfortunately, Cale was bent almost in half, leaning directly over her head growling and doing a gorilla dance(Daddy Monster intimidation) when she jumped and well, the Kenley Monster won.  He then started howling, grabbed his nose and ran to the bathroom.   I was bawling on the couch I was laughing so hard.  I kept trying to be serious and tell the kid she hurt her daddy and it wasn’t funny- but I don’t think she believed me.  I told her she needed to go kiss daddy and make it all better.  –Bad Idea.  Turns out Cale ‘s nose was a blood faucet and his face was pretty well swelling up.  The kiss on his forehead didn’t make it any better.

Round 1 goes to the Kenley Monster...Next time Daddy will know better.