My Kids are Great

I forgot to thank my children for making me this awesome blog. They were so considerate of my feelings towards the color burgandy, my flower doodle habit, and of course my Hawaiian dreams. Thanks kids, You are the best!

I love McKenna, She loves me - all but my singing that is

Last night Trent asked McKenna who she wanted to put her to bed. She quickly said, "Mom." Then there was a hesitiation after which she kept saying a mumbled phrase that sounded to me like blah, blah, blah, grapes. So I said, you want grapes? No, blah, blah, blah, grapes. I tried again. I still didn't get it right. "I'm sorry love, but I can't understand you." Then Hayden says, "Mom, she says you are not a great singer." McKenna says, "Yeah, you are not a good singer mom, I'll have dad." So I guess my kids know what I already knew. I am not a "grape" singer.