November 02, 2006> 10:22 AM
the kenz > candy > my desk Happy birthday McKenzie! My baby is now 11 years old. Hard to believe. She still has a little of the baby cutie cheeks. Not for long I'm sure. OK, enough of that, I'm going to start crying a my desk. You can see the mischief in her eyes there. She's something. Always curious. Always asking questions about everything. She loooves her Daddy. I love her too. She is my most volatile child. She'll be alright though. We will too, I think. ha!
I've been hearing about her birthday and what she wants since, hmmm, May or something like that - probably before that. Pretty funny. It's finally here. Happy birthday Kenz - calm down - I love you!
Two days ago was Halloween. Sorry, no big treatise on devil worship or witchcraft around here. I've done my duty on that. Candy - that's kind of the deal - the hunt for candy.
Conor (just turned 13) and McKenzie were the only two to go out this year. They made a pretty good haul. Here are their mountains. I get my "tribute" as well - of course. All the Tootsie Rolls, Almond Joys, and a few other things they don't like. Liz gets all the dark chocolate.
Last thing - very deep and spiritual here - this is where I sit every day at work. I may have done this before sometime - not sure - oh well, you're seeing it again I guess. I took this picture about 20 minutes ago I guess so it's pretty fresh. You see a sort of wall but it's not a cubicle. Actually we have a pretty nice space - a former conference room where two designers share space, and now also another person too. Anyway, thar she blows...