I took this picture last night at Pizza Kitchen.  Kenzie is growing up and like every other parent in the world, I really want to keep her this age forever because time just goes by too fast!  She will turn four on Tuesday.  I am certain of the date because she has asked me "how many days until my birthday" for about 44 days now.  She was looking through some old pictures and asking me questions about when she was a baby and glancing at them, I realized how much she has grown and changed in just (under) four short years.  Maybe I'll post some of those.  Or maybe I'll procrastinate and never get around to it like always. . .we'll see.

This was the first official haircut that I long ago promised to talk about.  Randy told her all about how he had to go to special hair-cutting school to get a special license which means only people with that license are allowed to cut hair.  Before we left, Kenzie told him that she wanted to go to hair-cutting school so she could get a special license too.  It actually turned out super cute and I didn't have a panic attack or faint like I feared I would.  He cut off 5 inches, which means that there is still a little bit in the back that is 3 inches shorter, but honestly, unless you're really looking for it, you can't tell at all. 

I know at the time, I was really freaking out, but in hindsight, it could have been far worse.  Like the other day when I picked Kenzie up from school and was thinking "Man!  Who cut all of her little friends hair off?!  Her hair is ridiculously short!  What kind of parents would do that to a little girl?!"  Then, it hit me.  Upon a closer glance, I saw that the front was not quite right- almost like the hairdresser had an accident while cutting. . . it suddenly dawned on me that she had cut her own hair to the scalp in front- and pretty far back too.  The teacher confirmed that's what had happened.  I didn't ask if it happened at school.  It made me feel pretty lucky though, I mean at least Kenzie still looks like a little girl.  I don't mean that to sound ugly- I know that pixie cuts are all the rage for some people.

It was my last day in the G37 a couple days ago and Kenzie and I had gone out for one last errand in it.  On a whim, I pulled over next to the railroad tracks to take some pictures of her.  Had I planned it, I would have picked a different outfit, but whatev.  Once I convinced Kenzie that I would know when a train was coming WAY before it ever came close, she enjoyed taking pictures.  Well, for about 2 minutes.  It was blistering hot that day and 2 minutes was all we could stand.  This one was the best of the bunch and I used it for her birthday invitations. 

This is a picture from Easter. I know that was a long time ago, but still, a cute picture worth posting. We don't have a lot of family shots since Erin or myself is usually taking pictures. It was the perfect day for hunting eggs. We had beautiful weather and Deloris was finally able to convince Mom to come up to the farm. Everyone had such a good day. Plus, since Kim stuffs like 200+ eggs and there are only 5 kids to hunt, we are still eating Easter candy. And yes, it still tastes good.

Remember when you were a kid and you used to say the "Eeinie-Meenie-Mynie-Moe" rhyme to decide things like who gets to eat the last piece of candy or who gets to hide first during hide and seek? Well, evidently in Kenzie's group of friends, it's just used to see who gets to BE Moe. Being Moe doesn't seem to have any special benefits or anything, but if you're not Moe, I guess that's almost like saying "you lose". Even though you weren't playing anything. For example, the other night, Kenzie was playing outside with her friends and ran to me crying. She was upset because the other 2 girls had both been Moe, but she hadn't yet. Make sense? Yeah, me neither.