Makenzie joined our family on August 22nd, 2006. She was a very easy baby. She slept through the night within a few weeks of being home. You could leave her on a blanket with some toys around her and she would be content to play there for hours. Her personality was different from the twins, she was more hesitant to go to strangers and she was more serious in her demeanor. She would stare and study everything around her and take in everything she observed.
Let me fast forward to March 29th, 2010. Makenzie is now three and a half and is only a faint memory of the sweet, quiet baby that she once was. Her main reason for existence at this point is to aggravate, upset and generally raise my blood pressure at any given moment of the day. I think she gets up in the morning and organizes her battle plan for the day and figures out where she is going to attack in Makenzie vs Household. I use the term household because she does not target just me; some days it is her siblings, Adrian, and even the dog. She is truly a warrior that goes into battle with her eye on winning and she will go to any means to win the battle and eventually the war. I would compare her sneakiness to that of a ninja. She lurks in the shadows and slithers along the floor and moves with a cat like prowl when attempting to get something she knows she should not have. When she gets the item she is not supposed to have she will find a hiding spot and eat or play with it and then hide the evidence so she does not leave an incriminating trail that may lead to punishment.
Her skills in ninja like qualities are also balanced out by her ferocious warrior styles that are probably like that of Genghis Khan. She will go toe to toe with her older siblings and not back down until they lay a finger upon her and Makenzie thinks a punishment no less then a beheading is sufficient enough to make up for this horrific crime against her. Makenzie will take on anyone that gets in her way of her mission.
A long with her battle skills she also has the ability to torture. Some may remember when American forces went to Panama to capture Noriega. To drive Noriega out of his domain they blared 80's hair band music 24 hours a day until he eventually surrendered. Well instead of Van Halen, Makenzie talks so much that your ears begin to ring and you begin to feel like Noriega having to listen to, "Hot For Teacher" full blast for hours on end. Her talking will make you fall to your knees and plead for quiet and silence, but she just looks at you and continues on with her verbal assault.
Her worst battle tactic, the one she pulls out everyday and she knows it will make me surrender; when she says, "I love you!" She will come out of nowhere and grab your leg and say, "I love you, a lot!" and my heart will melt every time. When she smiles she crinkles her nose and squints her eyes. When she laughs it comes right from her belly. She is always running and twirling and she exudes the care-free feelings of childhood. She has perfected the art of war and at such a young age she has perfected the art of love.
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