True to fashion, we celebrated Chloe's ninth birthday..."Chloe Style" which is to say, is not "Stacy Style". My kinda birthday involves activities like sleeping in, lounging about, reading, and eating copious amounts of partially hydrogenated trans fats. A Chloe kinda birthday starts at the crack of dawn. Since the day she was born she has kept a regimented schedule fully living the mantra "early to bed early to rise", much to my night-owl chagrin. Each morning at precisely 6:30, Chloe is up and greeting the new day with song and smiles and by 8:30 each evening, she'll pronounce a "good night" and put herself to bed. This morning was no different. At 6:30am she threw open our bedroom door, announced it was her birthday, and said, "I'm ready to open my presents!" Five minutes later, amidst a swirl of colored tissue paper, the major portion of standard birthday rituals were finished, done, complete. All that was left was the cake and candles and it wasn't even breakfast!
Chloe was born totally bald (with little prospect for hair in the foreseen future) with two fingers in her mouth and one hand ready to slap you should you offend her in any way. Although she is small and delicate looking she has always been fully capable of defending herself from her three older siblings-each of whom have all experienced the pain and tragedy that comes from futile attempts at taking advantage of her. Chloe is focused, self-scheduled, and totally organized. She never forgets time, date, appointment, or even a passing promise.
Always the fashion-ista, Chloe is willing to offer advice and free consultations on fashion and the proper application of lipsmackers lipgloss. Here, she helps her cousin bring out her understated beauty. Through the magic of Chloe's make-up artistry, a brave Madi patiently undergoes a Tammy Faye Baker transformation.
Chloe's always had an unexplainable fondness for Gorillas and Monkeys. Two things I've always hated. She sleeps cuddled up with a giant gorilla that scares the heck out of most people, me included. Not your cute and cuddly kind of crush if you ask me. Frankly I'm a little worried she's gonna grow up and marry an unusually hairy man. yikes!
Chloe's also got a natural inclination for fun and danger. Once, after begging for a new pink motorcycle helmet, Chloe happened to roll her quad which resulted in the crushing of her existing blue helmet. The crash gave us quite a scare, but not Chloe, she quickly crawled out from under her quad, held up her split helmet and said, "Can I get a pink one now??". She's always the first one to try almost anything. She was the first (and only) child to volunteer to be the guinea pig for Mark's bungee jumping plot/fiasco when he asked the kids if they wanted to try a jump from the second story banister with some weird-fangled exercise band he found. After that debacle Chloe now asks a few more detailed questions before subjecting herself to her father's crazy ideas...which she'll usually try anyway!
It's been a fun nine years with this adventurous girl! Happy Birthday Chloe!
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