A Letter From Vivian, Fifth Edition

Helloooo readers of mommy's blog,  I'm baaaaaack!  It's me Vivian.  (Or Viva the Diva as I'm known to my peeps).

It has been an eternity since my last note to you.  Did you forget about me?  Here is my most recent letter I composed back in January to you lovely folks -- just in case you missed it.   

I've written three other letters before that too.  Be sure you check those out (pasted below)!

Vivian's third letter
Vivian's second letter
Vivian's first letter

It's very important that you stay up-to-date in my life.  The diva will NOT tolerate any slackers!
  
So let's see.... what can I share about my fascinating life these days?  Hmmm.....

Oh yeah, I'm potty-trained now!  Did my mommy tell you that?  I go pee-pee and poo-poo in the toilet.  It's kind of fun actually.  My mommy spent so much time with me reading books, looking at flash cards and playing with stuffed animals during that first week of training.  I love making my mom nuts over PT (that's the lingo these days).  Like sometimes she'll be driving around town and I'll say "pot-tee" and she'll practically run over the cars in front of her to find a rest stop or place for me to do my business.  I usually look for a McDonald's so mom will buy me a happy meal and I can get a new Shrek doll.   Mom seems irritated at first, until she has that frappe thing she's always obsessing over. 

Poop is so funny!  Sometimes I think it's pretty and other times I think it's gross.  Like the other day, my mommy and I stared at my poop in the toilet.  We exchanged the following conversation:

Me (Vivian) after I pooped: "It's pretty!"
Mommy: "You think your poo poo is pretty?"
Me (Vivian): "Um, sure!"
Mommy: "Okay..."
Me (Vivian): "Big and brown!"
Mommy: "Yes your poop is big and brown!"

Then we flushed the toilet together and I said, "That's gross!"  Then mommy said, "You think it's gross now?" And I said, "Yes, gosh!" 

See, I'm learning to use adjectives!  I love describing words.  My mommy says I'm a girl after her own heart.  We like to use words like "yummy," "delicious," and "scrumptious" while we eat lunch and dinner.

I'm in a big girl bed now.  No more crib!  The other night my mommy and dad said I "scared the crap out of them" when I showed up next to their bed around midnight.  That sounds yucky.  I hope they cleaned their bed sheets after that happened.  I love my bed.  I enjoy being able to climb in and out of it.  I mostly stay in and wait until mommy comes in to get me each day.  I figure it's best to make her feel comfortable and then suddenly start surprising her each day around 4 a.m.   Ya know, wait until she's all secure with my transition and then show her that I'm the real boss! 

My favorite expression these days is "all bye my-self".  I want to do everything on my own.  I can brush my teeth by myself.  I can climb into the car seat by myself.  Mommy calls me "end-da-pen-dant."   Then she sings some Kelly Clarkson song when she says it, all high and mighty-like.  I'm not sure what that means but I'm sure it must be fabulous since it involves me!

People everywhere think I'm so adorable!  I hear total strangers tell mommy how cute I am, in grocery stores, at the playground, at the doctor's office, etc.  People always ask my mom, "How old is she?"  When mommy says, "Two and a half," they say, "Gosh, she's tall for her age!"  Does that mean that I'm a giant?  Because I don't feel very tall.  There are so many things I want to reach for -- mommy's makeup, hairbrush, daddy's shaving kit, cleaning supplies, dog toys.  I try and try but I still can't get to them.  I hope I continue to grow so I can get my hands on all kinds of things.

"Super readers to the rescue!"  "Wonder red with word power!"  "Princess Pea with Spelling Power!"  Ooops, I'm sorry!  I am kind of obsessed with the television show Superwhy! right now.  Yes, Sesame Street is old news now.  I love singing the songs from Superwhy!  And I love learning the alphabet letters and learning to read.  I even have all the stuffed animals from the show.  My Mimi (grandma) got them for me.  My mommy says I "drag" them around the house everywhere and into the car until I nearly drive her crazy.  I don't know what she means since she's already pretty crazy to me.

Speaking of making my mom a nutso, she calls me a "narrarator" and "parrot".  She says I have to explain everything I see all the time.  I also have to repeat everything she says.  And what's wrong with that, I say?!

My mommy was sick not too long ago.  She had an organ taken out her body.  The gall-bladdah or something like that.  Why do we even have organs that we don't really need?  That's what I want to know!! Mommy says she wish she knew the answer to that too, especially since she paid a lot of money to have that "dang" organ removed.

I have a new babysitter sometimes.  Her name is Elaine.  She's very nice and gives me lots of attention.  She wears a long dress and a little cap each time I see her.  I think she's very stylish but that she must be hot here in Florida with all those clothes on.  I heard mom say she's a "Men-o-nnite" and that she's my teacher from school.  Does that mean she likes to be friends with men at night?  Hmmm, I doubt it.... from the looks of her.  Miss Elaine is seventeen years old and has never watched TV or used a computer.  She lives on a farm.  I think that sounds wonderful.  Those things seem to distract my mommy and daddy anyway.  Miss Elaine gives me endless attention, lots of hugs and tells me she loves me each time she sees me.  So what's not to like about her? 

I visited a "moo-see-um" recently.  We saw a bunch of airplanes and statues from former navy pilots.  I was kind of afraid to look at that stuff though.  The best part was seeing a few stuffed animals, like a military dog.  My mommy says I don't like most people but I love animals.  And what's wrong with that??

I still enjoy dancing around and being silly most of the time.  Mommy and I like to dance to Lady Gaga and Pink lately.  I love to see my mom "get down with her bad self" as she grooves.  I can't dance as good as her yet but she says someday I will be way better than her.  I can't wait!  I want to be better than my mom at everything! 

I'm feeling sick this week. I have an ear infection and I've been sneezing and coughing a lot. I'm sure I'll be feeling well again soon though. After all, I am the DIVA -- and a diva can't stay ill or be down for too long!

Oh well, I better go. Mommy is about to make me breakfast.  I don't like to eat much foods these days but I love my vitamins -- they are soft, gummy and sweet.  So I can't wait to have those!

Anyway, I hope you readers are fabulous. I'll close my letter now and leave you with some beautiful pictures. What are the beautiful photos of? ME! Of course!

See you again soon!

Love,

Vivian

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(Me being silly)




(At the petting zoo)




(Hanging out in the yard with my dog Bono)



(Fun time on my swing)




(At the naval aviation museum)




(One of my favorite things to do -- blow and catch bubbles!)