A Princess huh?

Looking back, there were signs. I mean she even raised my hormone levels high enough to ensure the announcement of her exsistance was made on Christmas Day.  Now that's a grand entrance. She messed with my sugar levels and gave me pregnancy induced diabetes. Turns out, she's a meat and potatoes kinda girl and my cookie intake probably didn't suit her palate. In true princess fashion, she showed up right on time, the fairest baby in the land. Our Princess was born, August 25, 2008 at a perfect 7 lb 4oz.

We didn't know at first, you know about her princess status. It took awhile for us simpletons to figure it out, but she did all she could to let us know.  She started with the most obvious sign, a trick. At 5 days old, she rolled over. We attempted to write it off as a fluke but she just kept at it, rolling over, day after day. We loved it, but to her disappointment we didn't know to send her back to her 'real' family, in a pink and purple sandcastle somewhere.

This oversight on our part caused her to up her game. If obvious magic and trickery didn't work, what better way then to be diagnosed with an almost extinct, third world disease? Thank you for filling that role Whooping Cough. At 44 days old, she spent a week in the hospital attempting to recover. Thank God, for the kiss from Prince Daddy came just in time and the spell was lifted quickly. In hindsight, I know this was when she realized we were her 'real' family and the pink and purple sandcastle wasn't coming. 

Once she got home, she was dismayed about her living conditions.  I mean, imagine the disappointment; the first 6 weeks of your life you believe your fated for grandeur, just to find out you get a simple house, normal crib and only one women to serve you... heart breaking!

The heartache showed nightly when I put her to bed. She simply could not sleep. I raked my brain on what could be wrong. I tried routine, music, swaddling, rocking, crying it out. I tried everything. It was one night, at my wits in that it hit me... THE PEA! There must be a pea under her mattress. I looked at her straight in the beautiful little face and explained bluntly, "I am sorry about the pea, it has been removed... in the future I will do what I can to insure proper sleeping conditions." She responded by sleeping soundly that night. That proved it, we were raising a true to life Princess.

Now that she is 2 going on 20, life is easier because she can explain how raising a princess works and she is extremely forthcoming with that information to insure I don't make any mistakes.
Ella: "I'm Princess."
Me: "I'm Mommy Princess."
Ella:"No, I'm a Princess, you're a Queen. A drama Queen."
Thanks for clearing that up for me, Sweetie!

There you have it folks, the true life fairly tail of Ella Princess and how she's surviving being raised by the average townswomen. I love you my sweet, Princess!

Promise update- So I ditched the bath and spent an hour picking up around the house for John. A little less spoiled I guess! Like I really need an extra reason to take a bath by promising to do it... I mean with that precedence, I should promise a mani pedi today!

Confession- I used my "promises" in a spoiled way today. I used it to solicit Mac to get my gym shoes out of the car by saying I would make my "promise" whatever he wanted.We all know now I'm a hooker!

Promise 10- no TV for 24hrs... it makes me lazy and distracted. I really don't like this one =( Gray's is new!!

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