Well I have some blog catching up to do. I'll do all things Christmas but I feel it appropriate to do a little post on...this girl. This miss Kendall. She.is.a.mess. I mean - a mess! Silly me - I thought after Will - who has given us a run for our money with his intense meltdowns, that I would get a sweet, demure little girl. Hahahaha! I got a spunky girl is who is so full of life and who loves attention!! She loves people - strangers! She is everywhere! She is dramatic and can throw a fit to rival Will's, for sure. She is also a blast. I mean she smiles...all the time (unless she's fit throwing, of course). She dances - anywhere, anytime. She loves to have her picture taken - just pull out a camera and you'll get a "cheese!" She is silly, funny and ceases to surprise us. She is her own little person. She has a personality so, so different than her brother, her mother, and her father! You leave the room for a minute and you might walk back to see her sitting on a coffee table. And smiling at you like - what? I'm cute, right?!?
You dress her up for Aunt Kayse's party and it is like she knows she's got on some adorable outfit. Cheese!
You beg her brother and cousins to sit for a picture and she runs over and plops down and just says cheese over and over. And just keeps smiling. Oh, this girl. Adorable.
You leave the house without a paci (because you are trying to cut down) and she's tired. So she proceeds to scream - I mean "body-thrashing full on fit throwing" for a FULL 38 minutes in the car (but who's counting). It gets quiet and you're scared to turn around so you peak in the mirror and spot this. A sweaty headed precious little girl who finally gave it up! With one shoe on, one shoe off and her leg swung over the seat. Oh, this girl
You try to get ready to go anywhere the cutest shadow you have ever seen makes that nearly impossible. So you give in and you plop her up on your bathroom counter. And she is as happy as can be. Give her an old make-up brush and she thinks she's pretty cool. Oh, this girl.
Our family is complete with her. We needed her. She keeps us so entertained and so on our toes. We took the paci away from her for good last week. We went cold turkey as weaning her was pointless. She was all out addicted. She's done really well. Much better than I expected. However, her paci addiction shifted to shoes. I mean - she's shoe crazy right now. She won't leave her room in the morning without "shoes!!!!!" And she prefers the sparkly ones, of course. She knows. She knows if you try to put the normal comfortable shoes that match her outfit on her. No, no - she wants the red glitter! She doesn't care what she's wearing. Oh and she's wearing thick, fuzzy footed pj's? She doesn't care - she wants them on!





















