Final Disney Countdown

We're almost at the end of the Disney countdown! This weekend Mackenzie tried on her princess dress. She LOVED it and didn't want to take it off! She kept saying, I don't want to take my Cindarella dress off! Mom had to sew the top and bottom together, because the top kept riding up and the skirt kept pushing down, so out came the precious baby belly!

What in the world???

Last night, Mackie was playing quietly in her playroom, coming out some and then going back in. After she had been quiet for long enough to make us wonder Brian went to check on her. This is what he found... Ok the bucket I can understand... BUT WHY DID SHE TAKE OFF HER PANTIES AND CAPRIS????



Guess its just another day in Crazy Kennebeck Land!

New Car

So a few weeks ago, Brian got his long time wish... We finally got me a new car. We got an awesome deal, that's the only reason I (aka tight wad) agreed... Brian LOVES it! Mackenzie LOVES it! I really do love it too, but I haven't made the first payment yet. Ha! Here is a picture of Mackenzie doing her new favorite thing... watching a movie in the car. She even LOVES wearing the head phones. This was one morning on the way to Wanda's.

Kitty Cat

Well this is our newest obsession.... Kitty Cat. Randomly and out of the blue she became obsessed with this cat overnight. One out of 20 of her "animals" that we used to bribe her when we were potty training. (Yes I said BRIBE! I'm not ashamed! My 2 yr old was potty trained before her birthday! The majority of that credit should go to Wanda though!!) Granted this one does stick out her tongue to lick her paw when you push her head down, but still it was totally random! As you can tell by the black coming off... it goes EVERYWHERE! Bed, naptime, in the car, the dinner table, even to the potty. One day I barely rescued it from falling into the potty when she was tee-teeing. Needless to say that would have been a DISASTER with as often as it goes in her mouth. I just hope we don't loose it... can't find another one anywhere... it's a special one that came with her birthday present. Keep your fingers crossed!!!

Need a good laugh??

My aunt sent this to me tonight when I REALLY needed a laugh and it was made me tear up I was laughing so hard!! I had Brian read it and I could hear him laughing like a 13 year old girl at the other end of the house. She found this on a homeschool blog she reads.

Lucille Ball lives on.

Someone once commented here that my life reminds them of Lucille Ball on I Love Lucy. I have to say, her comparison wasn't off by much because the thing is, discombobulated moments just seem to find me. Allow me to share the great poo bomb incident if you will. We were at Denny's tonight for dinner. Sure, it's not Shea Chic or anything, but they do put the most delicious cherry tomatoes on their salads (much better than Cracker Barrel's), our kids like the pizza, and hey, kids eat free on Saturday nights. It's all good. Well,...was good.

Before I go on, let me just say that my kids love soy milk. If you've heard some negative things about soy, let me just say that it's important to know who is behind the message (about soy, politics, or anything else for that matter). I've done my research and feel confident that it is best for our family. It's kind of like HRT, where women need to educate themselves and then make the decision that's best for their own situation. 'Nuff said. So, they drink soy with the exception of Brandon. His system is too sensitive to it and he ends up with too frequent bowel movements (Oh, stop your gagging. Everybody poops).

Don'tcha know it, I got up this morning and we were out of cow's milk for Brandon so I had to tap into the kids' soy milk for his cereal and a glass for lunch. I figured that small amount couldn't hurt. Famous last words.

Back to Denny's. We finished eating our meal and were on our way out of the restaurant. Carl led the way from the back of the restaurant where we had been seated, through the aisle between rows of tables to the front. Behind him went our three oldest, then Brandon (who was walking) and about 10 paces after him, me.

I thought I smelled, you know, something. "Couldn't be," I pondered, thinking about the glass of soy he drank at lunch time. And then......the unthinkable happened. I saw mud bunnies running down the back of his leg. Lovely (NOT!) And what happened next (because that wasn't bad enough) will forever redefine gross as we know it.A huge biscuit plopped out of his shorts, right in the middle of the aisle. People, I'm telling you he launched a poo bomb smack in the middle of Denny's.

A dining establishment.

At dinner time.

While people were eating.

I felt a surge of adrenaline as I RAN to him (noting that the mud bunny trail was dangerously close to filling his shoes), scooped him up by the arm pits, and sprinted past dh as I groaned, "Carl! He dropped a log in the middle of the aisle!"

The look on Carl's face had the makings of a credit card commercial and I'm sooo not kidding. The cost of a gallon of gas? $3.65 Cost of family meal at Denny's on kids eat free night? $22 The look on a guys' face when his wife frantically tells him that their son just pinched one off in the middle of Denny's? PRICELESS.

As I continued my marathon for the door (not wanting a repeat occurrence and not wanting poo puddles in Brandon's shoes), Carl looked back and noted the sizeable log laying right in the middle of the aisle. Half way back. How to get a napkin and casually pick it up before anyone noticed? You tell me. By this time I had made it outside, where another log fell smack in the middle of the rubber mat that rested in front of the entry door. No time to pick it up. Must change seriously pooped up baby. Only.......... Where exactly does one lay a pooped up baby in a Denny's parking lot? On the sidewalk? In the blacktop parking lot? Folks, options were few and, as things usually play out in my world, I had no keys to open the van where I could have laid him on the floor to work on the major clean up to follow. So, out of options, I chose the sidewalk.

I couldn't wait and if you had been there, I assure you, you would not have waited either. He was a drippy brown mess. I frantically opened the diaper bag and dug to the bottom for that dinky plastic changing pad that comes with diaper bags. That'll teach me not to check these things out in advance because...naturally...no changing pad available. So I grabbed a change of clothes, diaper and the wipes. And,...Oh, lookie here! Swell and dandy. My kid is pooped to the max and I have two, count e'm, TWO wipes in the bag. I quickly emptied the wipes bag so I could use the plastic as a changing pad on the sidewalk (which would be akin to trying to cover a semi truck with a cocktail napkin).

I had no choice. I was so pathetic desperate that I just got down to business, knowing how entirely insane I appeared to every passing soul. May I suggest to you that there are these little moments that come up in life where you just don't care? You just don't give an owl's hoot about what the other person is thinking because they're not standing in your shoes (or your kid's shoes that are about to be poo filled any second) and sheesh, you just need to get 'er done.

Well, Carl walked out just then, but it was simply too late to move the dirty job to the car. I had already removed Brandon's shorts and diaper, and was busy cleaning him up with my two miracle wipes. Towering over me, Carl's eyes met mine. He wore a look of stress and slight humiliation. I too was feeling the defeat when suddenly I did what any supportive and rational thinking wife would do. I burst out laughing. "My wife done lost her mind," was what I read next in his eyes. "It's all going so status quo," I mused.Which made me laugh even harder. Within seconds, I could not see through the tears to have the slightest clue what his next expression was. That is, until I heard him join me in my crazed fit of laughter.

It happened. It really, really happened. Our kid dropped a poo bomb in the middle of Denny's and his momma proceeded to change him on the sidewalk in a moment of desperation. I don't dare say "end of story" though, until I tell you what Carl endured in the moments that followed my frantic exodus.

As he noted the poo in the middle of the aisle, he immediately scanned the establishment for a napkin. According to him, it would have been easy to "just scoop it up like a dog pile." That is, had he been successful in his napkin hunt. You don't think he actually found one though, do you? Remember, Lucille Ball here and Ricky Carl was to have no such luck. But he did find a substitute. A children's menu. Uh huh, swell. He said that every time he tried to get under the log to scoop it up, it rolled away. And so....there he was. Squatted down in the middle of Denny's, chasing after a run-away log in front of complete strangers. All while trying to remain incognito.

Deflated by a moment so surreal, it felt like a slapstick comedy. Seems fitting that I really did love Lucy.

Sometimes folks, sometimes, all you can do is laugh

Countdown to Disney

Well guys, we've begun serious Disney countdown. It's official... I think I'm gonna lose my mind before we even leave. I'm so totally crazy, that I've been packing suitcases... the car... and toy bags in my head for at least 2 weeks and we've still got a little bit to go. I've bought prizes to hopefully bribe Mackie to behave on the 14 hr drive to Orlando, and been recording DVD's off our DVR like there is no tomorrow. Either way, we all know that at some point, we'll scream at each other, her, and I'll probably cry from frustration!! All of this in the quest to enjoy the Magic that is Disney! Honestly though, in spite of all the craziness that is being a goofy control freak, I CAN'T WAIT!! Mackenzie is going to have the time of her life and we'll be there to watch!! On top of that we're going with a couple of families that are good friends of ours, so hopefully that will cut down on some of the insanity as we laugh at our kids and roll our eyes in frustration together. I'm choosing to believe that the kids will help enterain each other on the drive instead of tripling the insanity, but regardless, we'll be "making memories!" Now if only I can find my new camera somewhere I haven't tried already where its not on back order or full price I'll be perfectly happy! More on Disney to come!

M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

"I Need to Wock!"

We hear that phrase nearly every day in the Kennebeck house... It's what Mackie says when she wants us to play Guitar Hero. It's hilarious! She HAS to put on her new tennis shoes and then dances around in front of the TV while we play. Sometimes she even wants to play the guitar with us, she gets so proud when she plays! She's such a little encourager, she says Go Mommy Go! or Go Daddy Go! when we're playing! Check out these pics!

Sticker Face

2 Things....

#1 Mackenzie LOVES stickers!

#2 Mackenzie is SILLY!

Together we get this picture!

What did you put in your mouth?

While trying to figure out the whole blog thing earlier tonight, Mackenzie was playing in her playroom. She was watching her new favorite movie Thumbalina, and was being so quiet. I went to ask what she wanted for dinner and found this... Anyone want to guess what it was??? Unless you're looking really close I bet you can't... BLACK MAGIC MARKER! Guess there is a first time for everything. Being the "memory obsessed" Mommy that I am, I had to take a picture after I told her, that we don't put markers in our mouth! Think I was sending a mixed message???

Never know what Mackie's gonna say!

Honestly, we never know what's going to come out of Mackie's mouth!! (Wonder where she got that from...) Here are some of my favorite Mackenzisms:

A couple of weeks ago, we were on our way to see our friend's new baby. We stopped to get Mackie a milkshake (It was the first time she ever said she didn't want to go! She wanted to go see Baby Lottie!) We were leaving Sonic, and all of the sudden, I hear "Mom, I think I have a little problem!" What 2 year old says that??? She had some milkshake on her hands... guess that was the "little problem".

Last week we were driving around in my new car, and Mom mentioned Mattie (Mackie's best friend) and of course Mackie said "I need to call Mattie and tell her about my new car.". I handed her my blackberry... locked of course... A few seconds later I hear Mom say, "Are you calling Mattie?" My child responded, "No, I e-mailing her!"... while she was typing away on my bberry! A little bit later I had switched seats and was sitting in the back by her, she handed me her milkshake and nonchalantly said. "I need to check my e-mails from Mattie." Have I created a monster or what?? Murphy USA is to thank for the bberry obsessed 2 year old!

This weekend we were at my parents house and Mackenzie wanted some water, so my Dad went and got her a cup. She drank nearly the whole cup and then handed it to me and said "Mommy check it please, its gusting!". I said what? Did you said it's disgusting?? She said, "Yeah, its gusting!". Where does she come up with this stuff????

My overall favorite thing she says these days is... "I want to go to church!" It doesn't matter if she's asking me where we're going, if we're leaving Wanda's or if I ask her where we are going. I think that's the best thing any parent can hear their kiddo say!

Here I go...

Ok so I've never thought I'd have the time to do a blog... but I guess I've decided to add ANOTHER thing to my crazy life!! :) I don't know if I was inspired by seeing all the other blogs (and yes making fun of Magen), or all the crazy things that my two-year old says that I always want to share! More on that later... Anyway, I'm going to try this and see how well I do. I'm sure sometimes there will be a TON and sometimes there will be nothing for weeks. Did I mention how crazy my life was??? So let's see how this goes.