Saturday, January 31, 2009

Don't Mess With Perfection.



My little 17 lb. chunky monkey is nothing but Pure Perfection.
*Ok, maybe I am a LITTLE biased*
:)
Here are more pictures than you EVER thought possible!
These are all straight out of the camera.













(Here's Chloe's opinion towards sitting for of all these pictures)

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Purple Elephant

I can't get over how cute this outfit is. I think it's my favorite. I just want to pinch Chloe's cheeks whenever she has this on. Ok. I pinch them anyway :)

She looks like such an old, refined lady in this picture.





I also particularly like her in this outfit:
Yes. You guessed it. More or less her birthday suit.

The unfortunate side effect of having mommy as your photographer:
Head butting the comforter.
No babies were hurt in the making of this post.

Monday, January 26, 2009

New Look

Sooo I've decided to jump headfirst into the world of messing with my blog layout/design.
Oh goodie.
In doing so, I've been staring at it all day. So I need a break.
Sorry for the mess!
I promise to fix it soon.
And by Soon I mean not today.
I have a baby to go play with!
Thank you for your patience
J

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Sleep Tight

Chloe,
Tonight Daddy is out at dinner with Ken. *Hi Sandy! We wish you were here!!*
I think this was the first night it's just been us girls. We missed daddy.
As I rocked you in our favorite chair, you nuzzled your body into the crook of my arm and lovingly sighed. I love your contented sigh. It is rare for you to be so calm, so I sat there, rocking you back and forth, wanting to stay there for all of eternity...trying to think of a good reason to delay your bedtime further and keep you from the sleep that so desperately eludes you.

As I looked around your room, every object my eyes settled on was born from love. For you. There was so much hope and anticipation that went into making your room perfect for you. I remember the day we painted your room (it was the hottest day of the year!)... Every stroke of the roller and bead of sweat (ok, ok more like a gush) brought me closer to you. All the little outfits I folded before your arrival, I pictured you in each of them. I wondered what you'd look like, would you have blonde hair or black?

From the pom poms I made that hang from the ceiling (that you stare at for hours) to the paintings on the wall from your grandpa (made JUST for you!) to the baseboards your daddy so carefully placed. Your room already holds so many memories.

This stage of your life will pass. Soon you'll be reading me the books. Holding your own bottle. Our sacred rocking chair will become a desk and chair, your bedding will no longer be fit for a little princess, instead it will be fashioned after the latest teeny-bopper idol...the next Hannah Montana. (Lord help us). Your baby furniture will turn into big girl furniture, your pristine white dresser that mommy and daddy invested in will be covered in a plethora of marker and stickers and crayon (don't you dare, young lady!) and before I know it, you'll outgrow your rocket (seriously people. she has one!) and you'll want your own set of wheels. Knowing your mother, you'll probably request a BMW. Let's start with a bike first, what do you think? Training wheels too.

All too fast, the future flashed before my eyes.
With that, I carefully laid you into your crib on top of your velour lined sheet. Seriously. You live the high life. Our sheets are nothing special, but yours...are like sleeping on a marshmallow.

Again you give a contented sigh. You flash me one last grin, turn your head and proceed to close your eyes. I can't help but let out my own little sigh.
I can't wait to see what you become. I am excited to see you take on childhood with reckless abandon and become a fabulous adult. I can't wait to cheer you on while you play volleyball and softball and I can't wait to catch you when you fall. Literally and figuratively. We still have that walking thing to figure out before you can do too much else...

I hope you understand how much you are loved. How many people love you. The excitement and anticipation just for you. For your mommy, the excitement grows everyday. Every day you learn something new. Tomorrow morning, I'll come into your room and you will you shoot me the biggest, most fabulous toothless grin of the day...
However, no matter how excited you are to see me in the morning... I can guarantee there's someone that is just a little more excited.

Sleep Tight Pumpkin.

Loving You...


...Is Easy Cause You're Beautiful!
Seriously. Chris and I are so lucky to have such a fabulous, happy, thriving, healthy child.
(albeit somewhat drool-soaked)
Nothing in the world comes close to the amazing feeling of holding her close,

watching her explore our big world,

or hearing her little giggle...


At the same time, I wasn't prepared for how my heart would ache when she cries.
Yesterday, Chloe got a little bruiser.
(no biggie!)

Going to bed last night, it dawned on me
...(finally)...
I AM A MOM!
I have never felt more like a mom than I did yesterday when she needed comforting.
Changing poopy diapers and feeding her at 3 am would do it you'd think...
but it wasn't until she had a little bump that I actually felt like a real mom.

I mean, what's more motherly than comforting your crying child?

At that exact moment,
I knew there was nothing my baby wanted more than her parents loving arms.
What a crazy feeling.
I dunno,
I guess that up until that point,
I kinda felt like there wasn't anything I could do for her that nobody else could.

I felt like I had just been getting to babysit and at any minute her real parents would come home... After all, anyone can give her a bottle, anyone can put her to bed, give her a bath, take her for a stroll...
but there is NOTHING,
(and I mean nothing)
better than having your mommy there when you want to cry.
How do I know?
I speak from experience,
hellooooooooooo.
Anyway, to celebrate my new found motherliness...
even more pictures of my favorite subject.

As if you haven't already seen enough.
Seriously.
Sorry!



Thursday, January 22, 2009

Delicious Baby...

Mmm.... delicious baby....
Note the Christmas pajamas she's still sporting. It's raining here, despite the fact that the last few days it has been *80* degrees and beautiful...today... I wanted to keep her all warm and fuzzy...



Last night Chloe and daddy had a few hours alone. I'm now on the Board of Directors for our HOA. Not that I had any competition - only 4/5 spots are filled... But in any case, Chris put her to bed (sans pacifier again!) and she slept until 6:00 am. What a fabulous baby!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Finally Getting Around To It







I've had a hard time finding the right time to take Chloe's pictures with her lamb. By the time I would think about it, either the sun would be setting or Chloe would be crabby and need a nap...or a bottle... but the stars aligned and I was able to get her in her lambie. I did have to bribe her with a toy, however. And don't be expecting any smiles. Or even eyes rolled in our direction. Nope. Eye rolling comes later in her childhood. :)


Everytime I pulled her gown down, she'd grab it or kick her legs so her diaper would show... Evidently she's doing plugs for Huggies. Maybe they're the ones sneaking her extra formula!