Category Archives: Kenna

Kenna sits in the very back row of our minivan. Sometimes she’s hard to hear over road noise, sister noise, and because of her generally quiet voice. The other day she said something, which I didn’t hear. I asked her to repeat herself and she did, but I still didn’t hear. I told her I’d have to have her repeat it when we stopped and it was quieter.

When we stopped, I asked her to say it again – she gave me a disgusted look, rolled her eyes and said: “Mom, we already had this con-bersation before.”

Moira was working on some homework and one of the fill-in-the-blank questions was “when I grow up I want to be…”. Kenna was sitting with us while Moira was working on it. Moira answered her customary “horse back rider”. She’s very consistent with that answer. It’s been the same since she was about three. I’m not exactly sure what that is, maybe some sort of circus performer?

So Alan turns to Kenna and asks what she wants to be.

She answers in all sincerity – “a rock star”.

Duh!

Kenna’s recipe for salad:

cut up carrots
cut up ham
ranch dressing

Every time I have a salad for lunch now, she asks for salad and this is what she means…

Yesterday Kenna asked me for a sandwich. When I asked her what kind she’d like she told me “cold”. Since she usually prefers things cold (I’m not kidding – she even eats her chicken nuggets frozen – yuck!) I figured she wanted cheese or ham or something else straight from the fridge.

I asked her what kind of “cold” sandwich she wanted…she looked at me slyly and then said “ice cream”.

Of course! It’s a cold sandwich right?

Kenna has been experimenting with “naughty” words lately. Her all-time favorite so far is “stupid”. We have explained that it isn’t a nice word and she’s not allowed to say it until she’s older and understands when it’s appropriate. She’s been mostly good about refraining at home, although it does tend to slip out when she’s mad (much the same as two certain grown-ups in our house – ha!)

A few weeks back when I went to pick her up from preschool, I discovered that she’s maybe not so good at refraining at school. Apparently another child told on her to the teachers that she was saying stupid. When the teachers asked her what happened she claimed innocence at ever saying stupid….over and over again.

Miss Francine: Kenna, did you say stupid?
Kenna: I didn’t say stupid, I know I’m not allowed to say stupid, stupid’s a bad word, I never say stupid, stupid isn’t nice, I’m not allowed to say stupid at my house.
Miss Nadine: Kenna, you just said stupid several times, that’s enough please.
Kenna: But I didn’t say stupid, I never say stupid, stupid’s not a nice word, I’m not allowed to say stupid ever.

At which point, her teachers were laughing so hard, they had to walk away.

Who Me?

On Sunday, Kenna was in fine form bossing all of us around. Her request for breakfast went something like this: “Mom, make me breakfast.” When I didn’t respond – it was simply the same request louder and louder and louder. I happened to be on the phone with her Grandma and Grandpa at the time. When Grandma heard her “request” – her comment was that she sounded like a little dictator.

I went to share this little funny with Alan (who was still lazing around in bed) and Kenna came in to say hi. When she heard what Grandma had called her she said “I’m not a tater!” When we laughed, she got even more indignant and said “I’m NOT a tater tot!!”

Whatever you say my little Tater Tot!

Kenna was laying in bed relaxing with us because it’s Sunday morning and that’s the time to do it right? She’s looking at her feet and starts into her rendition of ‘This Little Piggy’…which is a rather unique version. And Internet – I’m going to share it with you!

‘This Little Piggy’ by Kenna

This little piggy had diarrhea
This little piggy had food
This little piggy had milk and
This little piggy went to Target

And that launches us officially into the pee-pee-poo-poo stage of life. Awesome!

Here comes trouble…in the form of Kenna.

Yesterday Alan and Kenna were laying on our bed watching TV. Alan started talking which apparently didn’t go over so well with the Kenna.

You know how I know? She gently covered his mouth with her hand and said ever so sweetly:

“Daddy, shut your pie hole”

EEK! I am so screwed when this child becomes a teenager!

P.S. She does not usually talk like this…she’s quite a little sweetheart. I have no clue as to where she got this juicy little nugget from (Alan!)