Kiss?

Kendall definitely has her super sweet moments...today at work I had an unfortunate accident...on the way into the bathroom, I somehow caught my pointer finger in the door.  It actually didn't hurt that bad, really surprised me more than anything, but suddenly I started to feel dizzy.  I head back to my desk, barely able to keep from falling over and put my head on my desk.  I sat there for probably 15 minutes - completely freaking out my two coworkers next to me...my ears were ringing, I had tunnel vision, I felt sick to my stomach, and sweat started to pour down my face and neck.  Finally the feeling passed, but the rest of the day my finger has felt numb and I get flashes of pain at the tip.

But that is actually not the point of this blog entry...I pick up the girls, we head to the park and then home for dinner.  As we are sitting down to play, almost more to myself than anyone, I say "Mommy has an ouchie."  The next thing I see is Kendall's head poking around the play house saying "kiss?"  I nod my head and she runs over and gives me the sweetest little kiss on the end of my finger asking "all better?"

This moment ties with another last week when she threw her arms around my neck and said "Bee miss you."

Thomas the Train

This post is a little delayed, but the 'lock out' incident of last week took precidence over this one at the time...a couple weeks ago we visited "Thomas the Train" at the railroad station in Grapevine.  It was a little chilly with the very strong wind, but the sun made it more pleasant.  I don't recall ever being on a train, so I found it interesting loading up into the old-fashioned car...the trip wasn't terribly long (it was carting mostly 2 year olds) as it moved in one direction for about 15 minutes, then reversed directions and came back.

Kendall wasn't hugely aware of Thomas the Train prior to the trip, other than that her cousin Jake is a giant fan...but after being pulled by him and now checking out his website, she can scream "THOMAS!!!!" with the best of them.

Here are some shots of the day:

Our Fam - minus Jake, who was next to me

but too short for the pic

Jake, Pa, Maili, Ella -

with Thomas watching in the background

They had a small petting zoo near by...Kendall just loved the animals, although you'll notice the "blur" of her hand "petting" aka "smacking" the poor bunny upon my request to touch the poor dear...

Bee and "Rosie"

Tread these waters carefully...Toddler on the loose!

I find Kendall to be intensely facinating...she is pint-sized but packs a punch of contradiction and extremity.  What can possess a child's mind to lovingly pat her crying baby sister one minute and then steal her pacifier the next?  Or give Mommy a 'Bee Hug' followed up by screaming 'No Mommy!'

Today was again a prime day for observing Kendall's greatness...this morning, Kendall and I were out back picking up 4, possibly 5, months of accumulated doggy doodie...or should I rephrase, I was picking up doggy doodie and Kendall was trying to shove the dogs in her playhouse, jump on my back, climb on the patio furniture, and dump bubbles all over her tricycle...so as I am thinking two things:

1. Picking up Doggie Poopie is like an Easter Egg Hunt without any of the candy reward

and

2.  How ridiculous is it that I have to buy oodles for dog food and also have to pick up the by-products from it?

I realize that the backyard has become ominously quiet...for my 2 year old daughter has gone in the house and...just like daddy...locked me out!  So I start peering through the screens of our back windows - trying to spot the little squirt and hope that she can remember how to unlock, not just lock - but the child is no where to be seen.  I run around the side of the house to try and catch Trenton's attention, who is mowing the front lawn, but he can't hear me.  The gate to the front of the house is locked - which I've silently (and sometimes not so silently - sorry neighbors) cursed numerous times from being locked out by Daddy - and now by Kendall.  I run back to the house and try banging again on the door and windows.  I start to get nervous - fortunately Leah is fast asleep in her bed - but Kendall being on the loose unsupervised can be horribly scary.

I realize then that Kendall is standing right by the window now - probably laughing and pointing her little chubby fingers at me the whole time - and I try to coax aka BRIBE her to open the door with candy and cookies...whatever will work faster...but she can't figure out the lock and tells me it's 'boken' through the window.

Finally I flag down Trenton over the fence and he comes to my rescue...little stinker.

I'll conclude with my Kendall laugh of the day...I had taken the girls in the double stroller on a run to the park while Trenton was 'de-thatching' our yard (what this functionally does, I do not know)...at any rate, on the way back from the park Kendall wanted to run herself and kept telling me "no talking - we running" over and over...