A WEEK IN THE LIFE OF A LITTLE DIVA (02-27-11)

I know that some of you may be tired of seeing massive amounts of pictures of my Lil’ Diva. Oh well, because I have eighteen years of posting pictures of her. I think I’m going to start a new weekly feature where I highlight her week in one post, because the way she crawls around this house insinuates that it is SO hard being a little girl (I have four boys that beg to differ).

We start most of our mornings just like this.

She wakes up every morning with a smile on her face. Literally. I just happened to have my camera next to me (we fell asleep on our normal resting place, the livingroom couch) and I snapped this picture of her crawling from under the blanket getting ready to wake me up too. Little did she know that I was prepared for her and I blocked her normal pounce.

Because the majority of her days are spent aggravating Bam, this is how he looks.

I can’t deny, she loves her brother. She spends most of her mornings crawling after him, on him, or around him. At first he was bothered by it, but I think he has finally figured out that as long as she can move she will not stop bothering him. So he has settled for just laying there until she gets bored enough to leave him alone.

Or he slides her off of him and jumps on the couch where she can’t reach him. Either or.

Lunch time rolls around, and I turn my head for two seconds and this is what happens.

She likes to eat. She didn’t get those rolls for nothing. But she likes to meddle more than she likes to eat. It’s quite sad. She managed to do this in all of the ten seconds that it took me to run and get her diaper wipes to clean her face. I’m guessing that this is a sneak peek at the mischievousness she will be capable of when she’s older.

When then end each day by dressing her in some ridiculously cute outfit.

It’s quite sad the amount of outfits she has. They are coming in the mail from Alabama and Michigan. She has boxes of clothes lining my closet shelf. The half a dresser and small plastic drawer that I dedicated to her serves no purpose anymore and she is now imploding on my closet space.

At first I said I wasn’t going to dress her up in a lot of pink, but I find that this color is over running my closet.

I do have some greens, purples, blues, etc… in there but pink, hot pink, pale pink, any pink is taking over. The lesson that I have learned is to never say never.

I am so glad that God has blessed me to be the mother to this little girl. I am so happy spending my days with her. She gives me so much joy and I really am proud of her. She’s crawling. She’s pulling up on her own. She’s trying to stand without assistance. She really is amazing.