april 2, daddy has done a lot to try and get me ready for prince to be born. a few weeks il y a daddy tryed to get me off the bottle (for good). i had been off and on between the bottle and the sippy cup for a long time daddy just does not have the cœur, coeur not to give in when im up late at night crying for my bottle.
today daddy had his mind set that he was going to get it done and over with. the drama is only when i go to lit at night. daddy went thourgh my bedtime rotine like every night. he gave me a bath read me a book and put me to bed. as soon as my head hit my oreiller i a dit daddy i want my bottle. he passed me my sippy cup and a dit here toi go. i a dit no i want my bottle. he a dit i Lost all your bottles there all gone. i a dit daddy please give me my bottle. he a dit there is no plus olny the little ones for when prince is born. he grabed the sippy cup and took a sip out it and a dit mmmmm its good here toi try it. i pushed it away when he tryed to pass it to me. he looked at me and sighed and a dit well your not geting a bottle its ethier this ou nothing bud. then i started to cry. he a dit that is not going to work this time. in between sobs i a dit daddy i want my bottle. he a dit with a grin on his face i know toi do but your not going to get one no matter how hard toi cry and wine. he a dit im not going to give in. he wanted to do this in the nicest way with no time outs ou anything like that. after an heure of crying i grabed the sippy cup and took a sip out of it. daddy a dit see that was not that bad. from then on i was bottle free.
april 14, daddy is still trying to get me ready for prince to be born. over 2 weeks he has done a lot with me. he got me off the bottle and did i say that he tolite trained me but im not going to talk about that, thats just gross ewwww.
do remeber in dream that i have 1 when the docters a dit that i would never be able to walk, well this is when all of that comes into play.
april 20, daddy was taking me to a docters oppiment for my legs. when we got there they put us in a tiny room. then when my docter came in the room he was looking at diffrent parts of my legs. he a dit to daddy that he thinks that he can get me to start walking slowly if i have some diffrent surgreys. daddy put head in his hands. he a dit no no no this cant be happening, i really dont want her to go under the couteau at such a yong age. the doter a dit but michael this well help her to learn to walk in the long run if we wait too long it may get real bad it is better to do it sooner than later mike. daddy a dit i know i know i just dont like to see her in pain thats all.daddy looked like he was about to cry and a dit she is my baby. i looked up at daddy and a dit daddy dont cry i l’amour toi and gave him a big kiss. the docter a dit it is so sûr, sans danger michael she will be alright. daddy shook his head yes. the docter a dit the surgery would be in 3 days. daddy left that jour so stressed out about what was to come.
april 23, today was the jour of my surgery. daddy woke me up in the morning and we headed over to the hospital. when we got there a nurse was waiting for us. she had us go in a room so i could put on my gown. then she came back in the room. she a dit michael where going to have to give alanna a s-h-o-t to make her fall asleep. daddy a dit i will have to hold her arm down because she is going to try and déplacer away, hopefully toi have good aim. as soon as she came near me with the needle i tryed to get away and bumped daddy in the chin. when she got me with it i slowly closed my eyes. as they rolled me down the hallway daddy kissed me on the forehead. when i woke up daddy was par my lit side he a dit alanna its daddy. i stayed there for a few plus days and then i was alowed to go back to neverland with daddy.
today daddy had his mind set that he was going to get it done and over with. the drama is only when i go to lit at night. daddy went thourgh my bedtime rotine like every night. he gave me a bath read me a book and put me to bed. as soon as my head hit my oreiller i a dit daddy i want my bottle. he passed me my sippy cup and a dit here toi go. i a dit no i want my bottle. he a dit i Lost all your bottles there all gone. i a dit daddy please give me my bottle. he a dit there is no plus olny the little ones for when prince is born. he grabed the sippy cup and took a sip out it and a dit mmmmm its good here toi try it. i pushed it away when he tryed to pass it to me. he looked at me and sighed and a dit well your not geting a bottle its ethier this ou nothing bud. then i started to cry. he a dit that is not going to work this time. in between sobs i a dit daddy i want my bottle. he a dit with a grin on his face i know toi do but your not going to get one no matter how hard toi cry and wine. he a dit im not going to give in. he wanted to do this in the nicest way with no time outs ou anything like that. after an heure of crying i grabed the sippy cup and took a sip out of it. daddy a dit see that was not that bad. from then on i was bottle free.
april 14, daddy is still trying to get me ready for prince to be born. over 2 weeks he has done a lot with me. he got me off the bottle and did i say that he tolite trained me but im not going to talk about that, thats just gross ewwww.
do remeber in dream that i have 1 when the docters a dit that i would never be able to walk, well this is when all of that comes into play.
april 20, daddy was taking me to a docters oppiment for my legs. when we got there they put us in a tiny room. then when my docter came in the room he was looking at diffrent parts of my legs. he a dit to daddy that he thinks that he can get me to start walking slowly if i have some diffrent surgreys. daddy put head in his hands. he a dit no no no this cant be happening, i really dont want her to go under the couteau at such a yong age. the doter a dit but michael this well help her to learn to walk in the long run if we wait too long it may get real bad it is better to do it sooner than later mike. daddy a dit i know i know i just dont like to see her in pain thats all.daddy looked like he was about to cry and a dit she is my baby. i looked up at daddy and a dit daddy dont cry i l’amour toi and gave him a big kiss. the docter a dit it is so sûr, sans danger michael she will be alright. daddy shook his head yes. the docter a dit the surgery would be in 3 days. daddy left that jour so stressed out about what was to come.
april 23, today was the jour of my surgery. daddy woke me up in the morning and we headed over to the hospital. when we got there a nurse was waiting for us. she had us go in a room so i could put on my gown. then she came back in the room. she a dit michael where going to have to give alanna a s-h-o-t to make her fall asleep. daddy a dit i will have to hold her arm down because she is going to try and déplacer away, hopefully toi have good aim. as soon as she came near me with the needle i tryed to get away and bumped daddy in the chin. when she got me with it i slowly closed my eyes. as they rolled me down the hallway daddy kissed me on the forehead. when i woke up daddy was par my lit side he a dit alanna its daddy. i stayed there for a few plus days and then i was alowed to go back to neverland with daddy.
