snowball, what you've missed [along with picnik love] & that's MY daughter

soooo.... don't know where to begin. i'm mad at myself for letting me quit writing. it started with a week when adam was gone with business training and i was super tired. i let it go a couple of days. then a week. then 5. then it snowballed into months! sorry fans. if i still have any left! i will try to do my best into working on writing again... at least every other day.

chicka went from crawling at 9.5 months to walking just before 10 months. that's right, chicka is walking. the first step in rehab is admitting. my name is momma chicka and i'm a mother of a walker. yikes! she has become quite the drama queen! [not that i didn't know that already] she can say "moooo!", "wash" her hands [rubs them in a washing motion], point to the fish tank when you ask her "where's the fish?", squat down and up when you say "down" and "up" and many other things that i could brag about. she is quite the smarty pants!

since i KNOW me, i won't take that time to write in everything i want to that i happened since last i'm going to post a bunch of stuff to make up for it!

 went swiming

got new outfits

played with my dollies

learned how to make lots of new faces

had my first spaghetti dinner

learned how to walk

played at some parks

have you heard of a little thing called picnik? boy, i have become addicted to it! its i dumbed down free photo editing thing! i LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE it. that's possibly another reason i've stopped writing. on picnik instead! here's some of the things i have done:

whew. FINALLY, chicka had her first real hold-my-breath-til-i-pass-out temper tantrum!

tonight, chicka was exhausted. just finishing her bed time bath she was trying to run around naked. fine. i don't mind it one bit. then, she grab her pjs and was trying to walk with them but was tripping because they were dragging on the floor. okay, but she could hurt herself. then she wanted in the kitchen with the pjs. that's where we drew the line [no chicka of mine is entering the hard fake wood floor, slipping on her pjs and hitting her head]. either pj-less in the kitchen or living room with pjs in tow. she wanted in that kitchen pretty bad. she was trying to get around dada then through him. finally he took them away. and moved out of the way to let her through. nope, that was it. she wanted those pjs in that kitchen! now!

well, i scooped her up to lay her down. as long as she was crying i might as well get her ready for bed since she cries every time i try to de-nakify her. tears come out when the clothes go on. as i was laying her down she took in a HUGE breath. waiting for her normal 5-10 sec pause until a huge outburst i opened the diaper, put it under her, got the diaper cream out, slabbed it on and no scream...

adam came over. we both looked at each other, she was turning purple!...then her eyes glazed over...then she went limp for 10-15 seconds...then she "came to". she looked so scared. i didn't even no what to do! she looked frantic and was now crying because she didn't now what had happened. i hugged her tightly. within 10 minutes she was asleep.

i would be super frantic and upset if i had no idea what had just happened but i did this when i was little and so did my dad. when she was born i feared she might get this trait along with the other kooky things she already got [like a huge monkey gap between the first and second toe and a tailbone dimple]. i was not so excited when she did this. looks like i've passed down another great tradition. called my mom and she laughed and told me to nip it in the butt before its gets to hard to break. she coddled me and caved which made me do it more to get what i want. chicka is just past 10 months!
ah, not already!  yep, that's MY daughter.

chicka chicka boom boom, i'll write again real soon...