Movie night with her mom, watching “The Lion King.” A couple of the scenes with Scar were touch and go, but McKenna did make it through the whole thing.
Trips to the store now involve strategic planning of the route through the store to prevent McKenna from claiming various goods as “hers.” Fortunately, we have also mastered the Jedi mind trick to redirect her to less expensive items – “McKenna, that’s not the step stool you are looking for.”
Laura didn’t want McKenna to be too cold when she went outside on a 55 degree day.
Ready for the toddler bed! Or maybe, sometimes ready for the toddler bed!
Somehow, we’ve become those parents.
It was a close call, but McKenna was able to maneuver a little better than the kid in a “Christmas Story.”
Properly outfitted for sticker time. The stickers have become so prevalent in my home that they often stick to your clothes when you sit in any chair like those hitcher things in the woods. Sometimes I’ll get to school and realize I have one or two stuck to my sleeves and legs, which is ruining my badass image.
Teaching McKenna the value of school by forcing her to run a register.
Reading her Valentine’s Day card from Great-Grandma.
I’LL DO IT MYSELF!!!
Snow! It almost lasted an entire day.
Kind of a baby version of Sportsclips, with Barney instead of ESPN.
McKenna selling some fruit at her new fruit stand.
Our mega leaf pile. We waited until January to rake the leaves to be really, really, really sure they had all fallen.
McKenna’s blanket magically transported her back to the fashion world of 1975.
McKenna improved the location of her booster seat by moving it to a location that enabled her to watch Barney and eat simultaneously.
When it comes to fashion, McKenna’s philosophy is quantity over quality.
McKenna celebrating on New Year’s Eve. I could make a joke about how even though she had stayed up way past her bedtime, McKenna still looked more lively than Dick Clark, but I’m too classy for that.
Chillin’ with a peanut butter sandwich. The cool people don’t eat jelly.
Fortunately, she doesn’t know about Angry Birds yet.
McKenna and her Great-Grandma.
