Help Monkey Babies with Blood Cancers

Happy Friday! Yesterday I celebrated my eight month birthday. Yay me! I use the term "celebrate" lightly, because Mommy Chick and I like to celebrate our love and fabulocity each day, and we think you should, too.

I'm so happy to be healthy and have the energy to play in the park and blog about pretty clothes. I've told you before that I did a short NICU stint when I was born. Pneumonia is for the birds. It was not a good time and MC doesn't like to to talk about it, especially because she wears liquid eyeliner which is not conducive to crying.

Here is a video of me when I was a few days old. I was sucking colostrum off a cotton swab. If you watch it too much, you might melt at how sweet and cute I am. BTW...those are Daddy Dude's hands. MC does not have big furry fingers. That would be gross.

When I was in the hospital, MC and Daddy Dude were so touched by the help and outpouring of love we all received. Our friend, Barbara, was so wonderful to all of us. She came and sat with MC, who was all weepy pants. But even though MC was weepy, she still blew out her hair and wore lip gloss, which is a lot more

than I can say for a nurse who was mean to us. But I digress.

Barbara also did cranial sacral therapy on me, which helped me heal faster. I was only in the pokey for 10 days, and we just can't imagine what it's like for mommies and daddies and babies who have blood cancer.

And now, Barbara is running for the Central Florida Woman of the Year. That's a pretty big title, but we think it is fitting for a few reasons:

*She is a Lymph Drainage Therapist

*She is raising money for the Leukemia Lymphoma Society.

*This money goes toward helping children with blood cancers.

*Every 10 minutes a life is lost to leukemia.

One dollar equals one vote. She needs 5,000 votes, or she will be publicly beheaded. I authorized a nice donation from our family business.

If each one of you gave even a dollar or two, that would be a lot. I'm not really that good at math, but I do know that a least a few hundred people visit me every day. I know that because I'm a Reverse Stalker. I can see you. And I know if you have time to be sitting around reading blogs, you have time to go this website and donate $5.

http://www.myhealthtouch.com/womanoftheyear.html

Seriously, go get a latte and then donate the same amount to help sick monkey babies.

And if you actually do it, maybe I will tell you the story about how Barbara helped MC and DD know what my name was supposed to be.

Here's your tease: I was still in utero.

My New Boyfriend is Here!

You've probably noticed I talk a lot about my boyfriends. I find you can never have too much adoration.

This is Cruz! He arrived early Monday morning. We already have a lot in common. He is doing a stint in the NICU (or the pokey, as I like to call it) because he had a little trouble breathing when he busted out of his mommy's tummy. You'll recall that I also did time in the pokey thanks to some breathing problems. So you can imagine we will have a lot to talk about when we finally go out for boobie milk and melba toast.

I love his puffy lips and luxurious hair. I'm not sure if you noticed, but he is totally showing us "the gun show" in this shot. I am smitten.

Mommy Chick and I are sending him lots of positive energy and prayers that soon he can go home and scream at his parents all night. I know his mommy and daddy would appreciate if you'd do the same.

We love you, Cruz!

Happy Eight Week Birthday to Me!

Yay! I've been on the outside for eight weeks now! This is a picture from the day I busted out of the womb.


Don't tell Mommy Chick I showed you this picture. She doesn't like to look at pictures of me from the hospital. I had some fluid in my lungs and had to do a stint in the NICU, but am healthy like a moose now.

Mommy Chick and I watched a lot of E! True Hollywood Story while I was in-utero. So when I woke up in the hospital, I thought I was someplace fabulous, like Promises, the glamorous rehab center in Malibu. But there were no celebrity babies in the NICU for me to romance, just a mean nurse who screwed up one of my feeding tubes.

Hey, Nurse Lady, here's a tip: If you are going to suck at your job, at least try to look good while doing it. I heard Mommy Chick say that. She used to be one of the ladies who tells the weather on TV, so she knows all about people who look good but suck at their job.

The main reason I wanted to show you that picture is so you could see how gorgeous I looked, even while intubated.

I'm smiling with my eyes. I think Tyra would be impressed!