A Letter From Vivian, 2nd edition

Dear Readers of Mommy's Blog,

Remember me? I'm taking over my mom's blog once again. Do you recall my last letter? I heard my mom say she had nothing witty to write about since her job is sucking the life out of her. Then she muttered something about meetings and promotional brochures. I don't know.

But no fear! Vivian to the rescue! I know you've missed me and I'm sure you'd rather hear from me than my mama anyway. So I'm back to update you on my exciting life.

Let's see - where to begin? I am almost 22 months old. I will be two years old on October 29th. Remember to mark your calendars! (I like stuffed animals, books and noisy things that drive my parents crazy).

Alright, well, I've been talking up a storm. I tell anyone and everyone "hey" and "hello." Even people on the street. I'm not sure why but my mom doesn't seem to like it when I tell those men in the orange vests on the side of the highway "hello." I thought all women liked men in uniform? But mom kind of sighs loudly and then locks the car doors when she sees those guys.

I'm climbing on everything now - the couch, chairs, the bed. I didn't realize that you could do things like this! I like sitting up higher and seeing what is below me. Hee hee hee, I said "blow-me" - hahahah. I crack myself up sometimes.

What else? I am signing new words all the time. Recently I signed "sorry" right after mommy fussed me really loudly when I was having a fit. She looked really happy after I did this. I even went over and hugged her to show how sorry I was. Note to self - I've mastered the art of manipulation and fully intend to use this again and again in the future.

I still have a shoe fettish. I cry when my shoes are not on my feet. Why does mom keep trying to put new shoes on my feet? I'm comfortable with my old ones. Sure they may be a little tight, but a girl must suffer to look good, right?

My daddy and I have been spending a lot of time together. I enjoy sitting on his lap and looking at the computer. We watch home movies of some baby. I heard daddy say it was me as a baby but there's no way that can be true. After all, it looks like some kind of alien baby with no eyebrows and eyelashes. I must've been way cuter than that as a baby. Mommy sometimes becomes misty-eyed when she sees daddy and me play together. Second note to self - play that cute card with daddy whenever I can to make mommy do anything for me.

I have a new fascination with hair. My mom placed her hair in my face and I thought that was sooooo funny. I don't know why. Perhaps it's because I don't have any yet. I wanted her to put her hair in my face over and over again and call me "cousin It" like she did all weekend. I can't wait to grow hair so that I can flip it around in peoples' faces too.

Another thing that I find funny is when mom blows air in my face. She'll say, "1...2...3...fffwwooo!" or something like that. Then together we make air-blowing sounds and laugh. Well, I laugh anyway. Sometimes we growl like tigers, moo like cows and make other animal sounds. Mom makes great animal sounds. I wonder if she was a monkey in a former life or something.

Speaking of animals, a few days ago I made my mom laugh so hard that she looked and sounded like a horse. I was practicing my "sad" and "mad" faces. I said "Sad," but I must've raised my eyebrows and given a mean look instead. Mom just belted out a siren laugh and it made me laugh too. I love to make silly faces!

I have learned how to pick up toys a little bit. But I rather enjoy making a mess over cleaning up. If mommy sings her "pick, pick, pick it up" song then I indulge her a little though. She's not a great singer so I feel bad for her.

Oh, I'm becoming an artist. Did I mention that? I discovered sidwalk chalk. Mom let me write all over the cement in pink, blue, yellow, orange and green. I scribbled all over the place. Then I scooted my butt across the cement and the design went on my shorts. Mom wasn't too thrilled but it washed out as good as new.

I started a new day care three weeks ago. I like it. We play outside a lot. I'm learning how to get dirtier early in the day. Mom says it is farther for her to drive before work but worth the price and the quality edge-a-macation I am receiving. The people there are nice and they pay more attention to us and play with us. My favorite toy is a rubber turtle that I talk to and pet. Why did the turtle cross the road? To get to the other side to play with me, Viva the Diva.... DUH!

Mom says I could be the next Steven Tyler of the Aerosmith rock band. I don't know who that is but I heard mom tell her friends on facebook that I have mastered that long, hoarse scream that he has. And she says that all of his songs are quite fitting for my personality because -- I'm "Jaded." I'm "Crazy." I'm always "Crying." Often mom tells me to "Shutup and Dance." With me around, mom says she feels like her mind is always "Livin' On The Edge." Yet she "Don't Want To Miss A Thing." Mom also says to tell her "What It Takes" to bring back my "Sweet Emotion." My mom is soooo weird. She can think of song lyrics to describe feelings all the time. Is that normal?

Okay well, the rest is the same ole', same ole' - I enjoy terrorizing the pets, my dog and my cat. Why don't they like it when I hit them? I still like playing hide and seek, covering myself up with blankets and pillows and just being goofy in general. I like to repeat words that my mom and dad say, even if my words don't come out like their words do.

If you like hearing from me, please leave a comment below. Naturally, I expect to be more popular and amusing than my mama. She tries too hard but it's very easy for me to be entertaining. Just look at me, will ya?!

As always, I leave you with fabulous pictures of myself. Ain't I cute? Posted below are my artistic drawings. Enjoy!

Talk to you again soon!

Love,

Vivian

(Viva the Diva)













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Don't forget to read my first letter, if you haven't already done so!