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I was looking up an address on the computer while Kenly was playing on the bed behind me. I felt her small hands on my shoulders as her head leaned against mine.

Kenly: (in a whisper) Pst! I have an important message for you.
Me: Oh yeah. What's that?
Kenly: (still whispering) I love you so much!

Nothing like a two year old to make your day with such simplicity.

Loads of Fun

While we were in Augusta for Thanksgiving, we had loads of fun. Kenly spent a great deal of time being pushed like a princess in her very own chariot.


Grandma and Nana picked her flowers at every turn. I'm sure she imagined her loyal followers were tossing them to her as she paraded through town.
Daddy upped the thrill by running her down the steep driveway. Kenly Shae, the adrenaline junkie, loved every heart pounding moment.
Adam and Kenly gave Nana the ride of her life. Look at Nana's face. Does she trust her son-in-law?

Adam even took the queen and the princess on a thrill ride. Both members of royalty are loving the ride.
Or are they?
Kenly enjoyed being the center of attention from Tuesday to Sunday.
I'm thankful for my family. Where would I be without them?

Garrulous and Gregarious

Kenly talks or sings from the time she wakes up until the time she goes to bed. At times she can be a bit whiny, but most of her chatter is highly entertaining. Here are some recent conversations that must be preserved for all eternity.

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While trying to potty last night, Kenly was flipping through a magazine. She got to an article and proudly proclaimed, "I know what this says."

Me: Oh really. What does it say?
Kenly: (pointing at the words) It says right here. I love Mommy. And right here. I love Daddy.
Me: Oh. That is really nice. Right here it says I love Kenly.
Kenly: No Mommy. It doesn't say I love me. I'm just a plain Kenly Shae.

I love my plain Kenly Shae. I wouldn't have her any other way.

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Kenly, Adam, and I had all just crawled into bed for story time. The fact that I was late on returning the library books hit me like a ton of bricks.
Me: Oh Poop.
Kenly: What's the matter Mommy? What smells like poop?
Me: Sorry sweetie. That was not a nice thing for mommy to say. I'm going to try not to say that any more, okay?
Kenly: You smell like poop.

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And just to prove that I'm still letting phrases slip that I shouldn't.....

Today we were all riding in the car together. Adam was recounting an event from the day when I proclaimed, "Holy crap." (I shudder to even type this.)

I hear this from the backseat...
Kenly: Holy crab, Daddy.
Me: I'm so sorry sweetie. Mommy really shouldn't have said that either. It's not a nice thing to say.
Adam: Yeah. Let's say Holy cow, okay?

Having a highly verbal child is an eye opening experience for me. Hearing her mimic me really makes me want to be a much better person. After all, out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks.