I'm a, I'm a, a diva, hey I'm a, I'm a diva

sure oh sure i am so cute and sweet girly girl.... a perfect lady by any standard.... but take note that just like the great divas celine dion and beyonce my cries have several octaves .... cause

Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla... This is a stick, up stick up

ok so my little princess is no hustla... but she sure knows how to make us hustle and well since it has been almost a month since i have got a chance to actually to blog it is clear "who runs it"... MCLOVEY!

i mean if u think about it, babies are like miniture mafia... don't be fooled by their size... everybody in the neighborhood/community loves them, but people tip-toe pass their headquarters and shutter when they get angry

Even now as I sit in the salon waiting to get washed and set I feel the pressure of McLovey’s timer monitoring my every move… hmmm her next feeding is at 5pm and I am not even under the dryer yet… tick tock, tick tock… I never locked at the time so much in my life… what a whirlwind these last 10weeks have been… sure full of love and tender moments, but most of all the adjustment to being on call 24/7… now I know how Meredith Grey and McDreamy must feel… it is overwhelming and exhausting to be someone’s chef, maid, designer, chauffer, and personal assistant.. to have to attend to their every beck and call – especially when they express their frustrations through cries… sigh…  sure I am trying to teach my little pooh-pooh’s patience but it seems like she enjoys her opera course more… and insists upon turning up the volume and even adds the shakes for dramatic effect when my feet move slower than she pleases…
i am convinced that the leading cause of acid reflux is newborns

But I am the mommy!!! I am the one in control – right?  Well now I am… every since my divine encounter with a neighbor during an evening stroll…  she too is a new mommy and hipped me to a sleep program that would “give me my life back”… huh? Did you say just say – “give me my life back”  - my ears were standing up like Deputy Dog… tell me more… she explained to me that is was a 3hour routine, that she mastered from a book, that consisted of feeding, waking, sleeping, and waking… no longer does she wake me up – I would be the one waking HER up…  the thought of that alone made my day!!!  Now I barely had time to read my daily word so I knew that I would not be making it through a book, but based on her 

info/example I was sold to give it a try… So the next day I tried it, and the day after that… and the day after that… 7am feed, 7:35-7:45am shake off the post breast lethargy with a diaper change, 7:45-8:45 play, 8:45-10am sleep, and 10am I WAKE HER UP to do it all over again until bedtime at 9pm… shazaam – it’s a miracle… now I know exactly when I would have the time to eat, poop, and bathe everyday… I know when to plan our daily outings and meetings…  I even have her mid-night feedings down to a system… sigh; life is good again… well mostly… I do have some nights where 1 and 5am comes too quick… but at least I am prepared for it now… take that baby girl… bim- in da face… I am your mommy!!!  

Hmmph… but the only thing about a schedule is that once you teach it and the baby learns it, you have to be the one who maintains it… what does that mean?... the ball is right back in her court again… and we all know that Micheal Jordan not Coach Phil ran the bulls..  gotta love it…