My Little Diva

Dear Darling Diva,

It's getting cooler so today, you got to wear one of your fall outfits. My good friend Terri from work bought this outfit before I gave birth to you. I'd never choose something like this for you. One day you'll know Terri, she's the one of the funniest people I know. She'll make you laugh while you're crying. Seriously! One day I was upset and she said, "Don't cry girl, snot bubbles are not hot!"

So, I dressed you up in Terri's stylin' outfit complete with pink shoes that MawMaw bought you for your doctor's appointment today. People thought you were the cutest thing ever. They called you a "diva". One lady said, "not many people could pull that outfit off but it fits her perfectly."


I let you look at yourself in the mirror and you grinned and flapped your arms as if to say, "This is how I should be dressed everyday Mama!I'm da bomb!"


Don't develop the caviar taste too soon, my dear. Most of your winter clothing will be from Ebay or the thrift stores for the winter. I don't want to see you in another leopard print outfit until your 35 and married!

You are crawling, backward! I know better than to leave you on the bed or couch unattended. Yesterday, I left you on the floor in front of the TV watching your beloved baby Einstein. When I got out, I heard you fussing so I rushed into the living room. You had backed yourself under the coffee table and were stuck. When you tried to reverse more, you'd hit your head. I guess I'll have to break out the pack and play. You'll be in the baby jail when I have to take a shower and can't keep an eye on you.



You will watch your Einstein DVD over and over again without batting an eye. You love it, so I got you a few more from Ebay. I think you have Baby Einstein withdrawl at MawMaw's over the weekends I work. She doesn't have a DVD player and when you get home, you'd rather watch it than eat. I have to turn it off so you'll focus on food. I can't figure out why baby Einstein is so addicting to you. It's the silliest program in my opinion, no storyline what so ever.



At your appointment today, the nurse said you could try some solid foods like cheerios and pieces of peaches. I set you up in your high chair when we got home and gave you some puffs. I have been so scared to let you have real food. I don't want to have to perform the Hemlick. I gave you one and you weren't sure what to think. Then, you decided to be Greedy Gretchen and grab them all up and try to stuff them in your mouth. I had to hand them to you one at a time.







You are growing up way too fast, my little Diva. I want to flip your channel to slo-mo. I'm afraid if I blink, the next thing I'll hear is, "I look best in Lamcome eyeliner, Mama."

I love you, my beautiful baby,
Mama

No Cloven Hooves For You

Dear Chloe Jade,

There are not too many things you do not like. Now that you are eating solids, I figured out you do not like cloven hooves. No beef, ham or lamb. You are a poultry girl. I mean, you tried it but the look on your face was priceless as you spit the Beef and Macaroni dinnner out. That's all I'll ever ask, you try it. You have your own personality and opinion as to what you like and don't. You'll gobble up turkey and sweet potatoes real fast. Chicken and apples is your very favorite.

You are such a good girl. You hardly ever cry anymore. The first eight weeks were rough but now you have blossomed. My very favorite part of the day is when you wake up. Some mornings, I have to wake you up because I leave for work early. You sleep on your tummy now and when you hear the door open, you pop your little head up and give me a huge toothless smile and coo. "Good morning LOVIES!", I say.


You like music. Your favorite song right now is Rihanna's Umbrella. You get a real kick out of the "Eh, eh, eh, eh" and "Ella, Ella, Ella" part when I sing along. I usually don't listen to R&B or rap but I like this Travis Barker remix, because you gotta have a little rock baby! I listened to the lyrics and they are fitting for us right now.

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now it's raining more than ever
But we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella

And your favorite part

(Ella ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh)

My Little Bunny

My Sweet Baby Girl,

I was cleaning your room and going through your clothing today. You are in 9-12 month old clothing now. It's not because you are fat, it's because you are long. Some of the six month old clothing I try to stuff you in is "off the shoulders". Like you are in a prom dress due to your height. As I was sorting through your things, I found your bunny hat. I bought it for you when I was 6 months pregnant. I took a picture of you in it when you were only two weeks old. You still had bunny fur on your back. It engulfed your head, it was so loose.



You couldn't lift your little noggin at the time so the ears wouldn't stand up.

When I found it, I realized how much you have changed. How quickly you have grown! It's going by way too fast. Now, you are on the prowl, on your hands and knees trying to explore your world. I still remember how exciting it was to see your first smile. Now, you giggle and cackle with glee. When you laugh out loud, it makes my day. It's the silliest things that make you laugh. Like funny sounds I'll make or certain gestures I'll make with my arms when I flail.

One day, you were in the bath and I was making a popping noise and hang banging. You thought this was hysterical. I kept doing it because when you laugh, my whole world shines. While I was head banging, the black pearl on my necklace jumped up and knocked me in my mouth. It hit my tooth and I thought I cracked it. I thought, "Wonderful, I just knocked out my tooth, making my baby laugh.." You know what? It would have been worth it because your laughter is the best noise I have ever heard.

So, I found your bunny hat today and had to try it on your head. It wasn't easy. It was a real tight fit. You weren't happy about it at first but then I put your sunglasses on you must have thought you were a ski bunny. We laughed together.



Your bunny hat is now retired. I thought I heard a popping noise when I pulled it off your head. I got you a new hat, for your next holiday. You'll always be my little snuggle bunny. Now, you will be my punkin' head too.



All my love,
Mama

Go Baby, GO GO

I was worried you weren't crawling or sitting fast enough. I was wrong. Now, I'm worried about keeping all the dangerous cords and sockets out of your reach. I'm going to stop worrying and just start enjoying you.

In this picture, you remind me of Bambi's girlfriend, Feline. You have such big, beautiful eyes. Everyone comments on them. I'm REALLY going to start worrying when you are 14.



You don't want to crawl. You are too impatient. You try to get onto your feet and I sing you a song by Nina Sky, "Move that body girl!"



We went out to lunch with my dear friend Jim today. He gave gave you a Ba-ba after we finished our salads. He watched my Doberman puppy (Monty) as he grew and he is here to help support me with you too. He took some pictures of us today. I can take all the pictures of you but I want to remember this time of you and I together. You are my shining star, Chloe baby. Every night before I fall asleep, I think of you. Throughout the night, I listen for your whimpers. In the morning, I can't wait to open your door and see your head pop up and smile at me. You are a great baby though. You go to bed by 7pm and don't wake until 6-7am. I am blessed. Thank you for letting me rest, some days I need it.









All my Love,
Mama

Not Such a Fatty Pig-Pig

Dear Chloe,

Grandma Penny loves to call you fatty Pig-Pig. Turns out you aren't as rolly polly as we thought. You went for your six month check up last week and had to get four shots. I felt so bad, I had three other nurses come to hold you. One held your little arms while two others gave you shots in your thighs. They double teamed you. You smiled at the nurse while she held your arms. You thought it was a new game. I watched through the crack in the door at the shock that washed over your face when they stuck the needles in your thighs. It wasn't a fair game! I scooped you up after the traumatic ordeal. You calmed right down.

You are 17 pounds, the 70th percentile for your age. You are a tall girl, 27 inches the 90th percentile. I know now why it's harder for me to carry you in the sling, your feet almost hit my knees while I walk with you strapped to me. Your dome piece is large too, the 88th percentile. I guess you will be tall and smart! I hope you never talk down to me or outsmart me though. I had to fill out a long questionnaire about your milestones. Can you roll? Do you respond to sounds? Do you smile and coo? Can you grasp objects? Yes you can! You passed with flying colors. I am thankful I have such a healthy and happy baby. You mean the world to me. I'm proud to call you my daughter.

Your favorite mode of transportation is rolling. The other day, I laid you in the floor while I was taking a bath. You rolled across the bathroom floor and knocked the back of your head on the floor vent. I had to cut my bath short to come to your rescue. You're a little acrobat!


I'm gonna get some good pictures of you over our weekend and post them soon.

All my love,
Mama