Mackenzie

I have never known a little person like Mackenzie. She is so full of energy and life. She is so smart and sweet but also so independent and strong willed. Her favorite thing to do now is play with her babies. Every one of them is named Baby Avery. She wraps them in blankets and pushes them in her stroller. She pats them on the back, kisses them on the head, and sings "Little Feet Be Careful" to them. Everything with Mackenzie has been easy. She talked early, potty trained easily, and switched to a big girl bed without missing a beat. When she was 18 months old I told her it was time to let other babies have her paci's. I told her that mommys of babies without paci's would pick them up on our porch overnight. She said "Ok Mommy" and walked a ziplock baggy full of them to the front door and tossed them out herself. She never asked for one again. She is the toughest little girl. It is so funny to see such a little thing climb a rock wall and throw rocks with her brother. There is nothing she won't try. She loves dresses, bows, and princesses, but also loves matchbox cars and dirt. She has the most beautiful hair that looks like honey and she makes every dress look like it was made for her. She is everything you could ever ask for in a little girl. Since all of this blogging is for the kids to see someday, I thought I better take a second and let her know how amazing she is. Mackenzie, I am awfully lucky to be your mommy.