All my life, when I closed my eyes to go to sleep, I dreamt of a little red headed girl who would call me "mommy".
Not really--total lie. I just felt like being really dramatic today.
Indulge me for a moment, would you?
Because I'm waxing philosophical today- it's a mom thing. Or something.
I'm talking about my 2 year old. Yes, I'm talking about Mckenna "Mckiller" Tremayne. Yeah, she's earned that nickname as a 2 year old. Take my word for it.
She's the one who still has an obsession with boys underwear. And rollerskates. In that order.
The daddy's girl,
Yeah, I'm saying my daughter turned 2. And if you've been with me that long, where in thee world did 2 years go??
She loves getting her hair cut, by the by.
The one who we can't figure out for the life of us, WHY DO YOU HAVE RED HAIR?? SERIOUSLY?
And I'm not playing favorites-- I love all my kids the same, but,
having a girl has totally changed the dynamics 'round here.
To make a long story short, (TOO LATE)
We love thee crap out of her.
Thanks for indulging me.