God Greatest Gifts... often unrecognized in this cruel, selfish, human world.

"I know what you are thinking. You need a sign. What better one could I give but to make this little one whole and new? I could do it; but I will not. I am the Lord and not a conjurer. I gave this mite a gift I denied to all of you--eternal innocence. To you she looks imperfect--but to me she is flawless, like the bud that dies unopened or the fledgling that falls from the nest to be devoured by ants. She will never offend me, as all of you have done. She will never pervert or destroy the work of my Father's hands. She is necessary to you. She will evoke the kindness that will keep you human. Her infirmity will prompt you to gratitude for your own good fortune... More! She will remind you every day that I am who I am, that my ways are not yours, and that the smallest dust mite whirled in the darkest spaces does not fall out of my hand... I have chosen you. You have not chosen me. This little one is my sign to you. Treasure her!"-- Mr. Atha from Morris West's The Clowns of God

1st BooBoo

Ouch!!! Today I got my first BooBoo!! It hurt so bad!! I was playing by Mommy's bedroom door. I had this cool RED plastic toy that belongs on the top of the Bubble Train, but Maria took it off the Train and I "found it on the floor" (that choice of words is for you Brookie Doo).

Anyway, I was playing with the toy and my hand and the toy slipped between the space of the bottom of the door and the floor.

My hand was stuck...seriously. Mommy was right there, talking on the phone...as usual... so I started screaming. She jumped up, ran over to me and pulled my hand out.

It hurt so bad. I started arching my back~~code for I want my Baba Milks NOW!!~~ and she grabbed my bottle and we had to wait 90 secs for it to warm up!!

90 seconds is a really long time to wait while one is screaming in pain. Call me spoiled if you must, but I will tell you now, I will NOT have my Babas cold, EVER.

Mommy didnt look at my hand til I had my Beloved Baba Milks in my mouth, but when she did, she saw my third finger was swollen and bleeding a bit. She tried to put a Band Aid on it but I wouldn't let her. I was moving my finger to avoid the Band Aid so she knows its not broken...

I'm going to take a nap now...This tragedy has truly worn me out!!!

Sister Sarah

I love my Sarah...Since Brookie moved, Sarah has become Mommy's #1 helper. She always plays with me, sings to me, and helps with my bathing and diapering.

She likes to go on FB alot and chat with her friends. She is super popular at school and gets straight A's. I know I can count on her to help me with my homework in the future, so my grades will be as good as hers.

Sarah is the "middle child" just like Mommy. Her personality is just like Mommy too. Thats one of many reasons why I like to be with her.

She is a great Big sister and I just love to be around her whenever I can!!

I can hold my baba milkies!!

See this pic? This is how I drink my Baba Milkies. I dont see what the problem is. I enjoy maxin' & relaxin' while I have my Babas.

Last week Miss Joannie (my OT) came, as she does every week, and she says she's been noticing that I refuse to hold my Babas. Its not really that I "refuse" I just dont feel like it, ya know?

So, Miss Joannie does her new brushing technique that is supposed to help with people who have Tactile defense. I think that means I dont like to touch certain things. I'll tell you what, I do not like water. I dont like to get in the tub at all. Its not so much the water...like I dont mind sitting in it, but I know it will lead to Mommy washing my hair and I really, really hate that business!!

What was I talking about? Oh yeah...holdin' my Babas. So Joannie does the brushing thing...I was trying to escape, but that Joannie is something...always a step ahead of me, no matter what I try!! Then she kinda sits me up, puts my hands around the bottle and voila...I am holding my bottle!! I continue to do so until I am finished.

Mommy and Joannie made the biggest fuss about the whole thing. Its no big deal. I'll hold it whenever I want, I just dont feel like it most of the time!!

Tomorrow is Tuesday...Tuesday is therapy day...Joannie will be back, with her smiling face...thinking of new and exciting ways to make me reach my full potential...It sure is hard to be a baby!!

Why is Mommy always talking or singing?

This is Mommy...as you can see, she is talking, rather than smiling for the camera. She is ALWAYS got that yapper yapping.

I do love it because she is usually talking to me, or better yet singing to me. Her favorite song to sing goes like this...

"Maybe Gracie, give me your answer do.

I'm half crazy, all for the love of you!

It wont be a stylish marriage, I cant afford a carriage.

But, you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two!"

She sings this to me a million times a day and I love it. If I am sad or hurt, she scoops me up in her arms, puts her lips to my ear and sings my song. I instantly stop crying. I think she must really love me.

BTW...no H1N1 for me...just conjunctivitis...I HATE eyedrops!!

OMG!! I think I have the swine flu!!

OOOOOHHHH!!! My eyes are oozing green gook. My nose is crusted over with green cement...Mommy is calling the doctor. I am so crabby. I wouldnt go in the stroller at all yesterday and Daddy had to carry me all through the Mall.

Alex was sick first, then Frankie, Mommy, and now me. I am trying to have fun and smile but I am just too crabby.

Now Mommy will take me to the doc and while she is there, they will take my blood for my thyroid check. Emory wants blood too ~ so they can study MDS... we'll get it all today. I am not in the mood for any of this!! Mommy will need a glass of wine for sure tonight!!

Off to the doc we go!!

Beauty Queen of only 18....

"There's always been a lot of tension between Lois and me, and it's not so much that I want to kill her, it's just, I want her not to be alive anymore." ~ S. Griffin Brookie's favorite quote. It suits her.

She ADORES me!!! and I, her. She used to see me everyday, but now she lives somewhere else and I only see once in a while. When she does come to see me, she is always with this tall man. I get a little scared at first but he is so nice and laughs alot, so its all good.

To know is to love her. Brookie Doo is full of energy and happiness. She always sings to me and i adore her. She is the leader of things fashionable and stylish, helping Mommy, me and the rest of my siblings look good. She wears bows in her hair just like mine, so I know I look good!! She is also considerate of others. Something not easy to maintain these days. She works all the time at 2 jobs and starts school in January.

One last thing about Brooke, she is always buying me & my sisters shoes. I dont know why, but let's just say I am not going to complain about it.

Time to wrap it up...In true Brookie Doo fashion, I'll sign off with a "SEE YA!"