Dear Diary - Love Chloe

October 15th, 2013. This was the day I was born. (2 weeks before I was expected) On the left are my 2 brothers and 2 of my grandparents, on the right is my daddy. This was a good day, everyone was happy and taking pictures of me. In fact, they are still taking lots of pictures of me... maybe I'm famous.

I am now a week old and they say my hair is a little on the wild side. I hear Malachi (the rough one) had the same issue. Maybe that Johnson and Johnson guy could make a product for baby hair soon, that would be totally awesome!



This is a picture of my daddy trying to comfort me. God gave me 2 older brothers to watch over me and protect me from mean boys, but right now they are just being way too LOUD for me and my head is killing me! Isn't it past their bedtime anyways? I will get them back for this one day.

Today I am 10 days old. Yesterday I lost that silly plastic thing attached to my belly. However, mommy says it was too soon because it was still bleeding some. Thanks to my pamper though, it's gone (and I'm happy because it would scratch my tummy). So now that it's gone I get to experience, "the bath." The first one was not a great experience. I actually cried... but it didn't last long and once I was wrapped up and changed into fresh clothes and a new diaper, I felt pretty good.

Day 13 - this happened. An 8 week old boxer. Daddy really wanted her... not sure why because I am a newborn and I'm supposed to be getting all the attention in the house! - I'll stop there, you may gather your own opinion on this white thing. ugh.

It's official - I'm 2 weeks old and mother is a mess. She sees that I am getting bigger already so she decided to snap some shots of me with this sign, I'm told I'll be posing for this "timeline photo" often. First time wearing shoes too, and Joshua (my oldest brother) is concerned that I get to wear shoes in the house and he doesn't. That's right big bro, the baby is already getting special privileges! Get used to it. - boo yah (I really don't talk like this by the way)


 So mom decided to play a little dress up one day... I can't believe she put this shirt on me. I know everyone poops, but who wears a shirt about it? I really hope this doesn't go public. So to make sure it didn't stay on me, I projectile vomited all over myself, that'll teach her.

Then it gets worse. My mom dressed me up as a mouse named Minnie. I'm a baby, not a mouse! Who likes mice anyways? People run and scream when they see a mouse. Soon enough I will be able to talk and I will kindly explain that I would like to pick out my own clothes.

Not sure if this is any better but I was told I wouldn't be the only one "dressed up" on this day. They called it Halloween. I'm a cupcake - which is better than the mouse because cupcakes are sweet like me and people don't run from them. Say cheese! - oh wait, that's what those mice eat...

So here we are, all 5 of us (minus the dog). They said it was a fun night, I wouldn't know. Napping seemed more important so that's exactly what I did. Frequent naps is also another privilege I get from being the baby. Mom and dad try to get those in too but between me and the dog, we make sure they stay awake - I call it being productive.