TOOFless - and other McKenna stories

Just looking at this picture makes me realize I'm older than I seem to think I am. My little girl looks so big with her two front teeth missing. I apologize for the somewhat poor quality of the picture. This is what my camera has been doing lately. All of my pictures have a bit of a hazy look to them. Totally annoying, especially since my camera is only a couple months old. It's not exactly a top-of-the-line model, but I would think it would last longer than 2 months. Whatever. I'm one of those people who chooses to live in denial and hope their problems will just fix themselves. This, however, isn't working for my stove which has been broken for almost 2 weeks now and for some reason is still broken every time I check it. I really do keep waiting for it to magically work again of it's own accord. Brandon finally (after being sick to death of me using the "the stove still doesn't work, I can't cook tonight!" excuse) called to set up an appointment to get it looked at yesterday. They can't come out until Monday, so dangit if I still can't cook until then. (Please don't mention that I could still use my crock pot or barbecue or something like that - just let me enjoy this).

So I'm thinking I may eventually have to get my camera fixed too. I despise trying to find out whether or not something is still covered by warranty, since I always toss the little booklets aside that come with my electronics, assuming I'll never have a problem.

Anyway, I've gotten way off topic with my little rant. The whole reason I started this post was to talk about McKenna. It's been awhile, I figure she deserves some more blog time. Despite all my efforts to keep her young, my not-so-little-anymore McKenna keeps growing up. If you can believe it (because I can't) she starts 1st grade in less than 2 weeks. I'm realizing that all my summer fun ideas are going right down the drain now that we have so little time left. Not only is she growing up by losing teeth and starting all day school, but she is starting to talk to me about all kinds of interesting ideas. Today we had the following conversation:

McKenna: "I hope we have an earthquake soon. Wouldn't an earthquake be fun?"

Me: "No sweetie, an earthquake would be really scary!"

McKenna: "Why?"

Me: "Because our house could fall down. And lots of other buildings. And a lot of people could get really hurt."

McKenna: "Oh."

Then after a quiet thoughtful pause...

McKenna: "I just think an earthquake would be neat because after a big earthquake and a lot of fires, Jesus will come down from the sky (lo and behold, my child does pay attention in Primary) and so will all my great-great-great grandmas. And lots of people who have died, even if they were really young."

It's so interesting to get this glimpse into young children's minds sometimes. Unlike myself who, after learning of the 2nd coming of Jesus, had nightmares of being left on the ground to burn while all the righteous people were lifted into the sky (all the while frantically trying to grab hold of their ankles) my daughter finds this whole thing "neat" and can't wait for it to happen. How I wish I had her attitude, faith, and innocence.

Another funny McKenna story for you...earlier in the week, after our little family had a long day, we laid Nathaniel down for a nap, and then we all settled down for naps of our own. McKenna apparently didn't sleep long. Brandon, Mathew, and I all woke up to find ourselves decorated in princess accessories and dresses with the following note laying next to us.



For those of you who can't understand what the note says (it should be all of you, since it took me a few minutes and a few helpful suggestions from McKenna to figure it out myself) the note reads:

"I am sorry for doing this princess thing, but it was funny."

While her inventive spelling is no where near accurate, I don't think it's too bad for a 6-year-old. I especially like her misunderstanding of periods, thinking that they need to go in between each individual word. The entertainment my kids provide easily beat out lame daytime television, no contest.