Memoires: Chloe

Chloe: My little Drama Queen. I am sure that up in Heaven, my Dad is having a good laugh and thoroughly enjoying watching my little Chloe give me a taste of my own medicine. Growing up, I can still hear each of my parent's voices ringing in my ears, "When you grow up, I hope you have a little girl just like you so you can see what it's like". Well, voila. Chloe is here. Chloe is one of a kind. She is beautiful and sassy. HILARIOUS and TERRIBLE. Endearing and manipulating. Loving and cold. She challenges me every day. She makes me laugh ALL day. She surprises me with her humor. She confuses me with her anger. Every day is an adventure with Chloe. The other day she dropped some food on her PJ"s and she laughed to herself and said, "Ha! It's supper time for my PJ's"!!! She said it with such adult humor that Bran and I looked at each other in disbelief. Another point of confusion is Chloe's hair. Chloe has a perma rats nest and attempting to brush her hair can provoke somewhat of an anxiety attack- for both of us. Her hair looks beautiful when it is in a ponytail or in the rare occasion that it has been brushed, but it is really a tangled mess of frizz and curl that Bran curses the 'Swierenga' gene each and every day for. Chloe prays every day that Bran will get a good job so that she can get a bulldog. I think once, Bran and I told her that we couldn't get a dog because they are expensive and we don't have the money for a dog. Chloe remembers EVERYTHING. As independent and grown up as Chloe acts most of the time, she is still our little baby in a few ways and so when she crawls into our bed in the middle of the night, we hold her close and pray that she won't grow up too fast.