A Star is Born

Drum roll please....

Introducing....Stella....

Lady Gaga Goo Goo

A sneak peek of Stella's work on Jimmy Kimmel Live in a Lady Gaga bit...

Work it, Girl!

Stella got a call today about doing a bit on Jimmy Kimmel Live! I used to work there and they needed a baby and it just so happens that I have one. I hope Stella knows that I was only joking yesterday when I said, "Get to work, girl. Mommy and daddy want a house." I went from a full time working mom, to a stay at home mom, to a stage mom. I have the work permit and Coogan paperwork to prove it. Yikes! I feel like Lynne Spears. Stella please promise me you won't get addicted to cheetos, have two kids with an out of work rapper, and shave your head all before your 30th birthday. Space it out. Leave some of that crazy stuff for your 30s.

While You Were Sleeping

I've decided that while Stella is taking her nap I should do something for myself...like FINALLY get rid of the extra belly flap that I lovingly refer to as Stella's baby house. Since Stella was evicted from her baby house 11 months ago it's time to do a renovation. All the HGTV design shows in the world can't remodel my belly, which is why I turned to Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred. I hope after 30 days Stella's dilapidated baby house goes from blah to ooh la la.

BRO-MANCE

Before Stella was born I was forewarned about a lot of things- breastfeeding, choking hazards, sleep training, teething, the list goes on and on. But nothing could have prepared me for what to expect when Stella first saw Yo Gabba Gabba.

Yo Gabba Gabba is crack for babies. I innocently played it for Stella this morning and she was mesmerized. I wasn't too surprised. She loves music and dancing and it's so colorful, but what I thought was so interesting is that she immediately fell in love with Brobee. Every time Brobee came on screen she shrieked with delight. I thought it was a fluke, but after watching five videos I realized it wasn't a coincidence. Stella even kissed Brobee. I think it might be because Brobee looks like a watermelon. Stella loves watermelon. I wonder if this means that Stella already has a type. If so I guess her future crushes include Bert and Adam Carolla because they both have unibrows like Brobee.

Brobee, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

The Sound of Silence

Scream. Cry. Cry. Fake Cry. SCREAM! Cry. Fake Cry! SCREAM!

Negotiating with my tiny terrorist is difficult. Especially at 2:00 a.m. I'm not on the top of my game, I'm tired and I don't want to wake the neighbors. It's funny, a couple of years ago my husband and I would be going to bed at 2:00 a.m. at the top of our game, not really tired and not caring who we woke up.

Cry. Fake Cry. Cry. Cry Cry.

Tactic #1: Ignore the problem and it will go away. I do and it doesn't.

SCREAM! SCREAM! Cry.

Tactic #2: Good Dad, Bad Mom
Similar to Good Cop, Bad Cop. Aaron rushes to the rescue and tries to soothe Stella and I take her from him and put her back in her crib. Stella laughs in our faces at this failed attempt to go back to sleep.

CRY. CRY. CRY.

Tactic #3: Bait and Switch
Aaron gets Stella, changes her diaper and lets her play with her lightning bug. While she is distracted I slip her some Children's Tylenol. Success!

SILENCE. Beautiful. Ahhhh...BEEP! BEEP! Car alarm? Are you kidding me?! I don't know how, but somehow I know that Stella is behind this.

Best. Gift. Ever.

Today is my birthday. I thought last year's birthday present from my husband, a Roberto Coin diamond necklace, was the best gift a girl could ever get. Not only are diamonds are a girl's best friend, but the diamonds were in the shape of a star and our daughter's name is Stella which means star. But then this year I got this gift...















Stella's smile is the best gift my husband will ever give me.

Are You My Mother?

Stella is almost a year old and ever since she was born everyone has said that she looks just like her father. It's true. She does. But it started to get weird when people would say, "I'm sorry...but she looks exactly like her daddy." My husband is a handsome guy so I know they weren't insinuating that she was an unattractive baby. Then I realized what they were getting at...are you sure she's your baby? In fact for a long time I thought- am I really her mother? I was just about to call Maury Povich for a paternity test to make sure when I stumbled on this picture of me as a baby...














BOOM! Brooke you ARE the mother! Sorry, Maury. Maybe next time.

Gone and Maybe Forgotten

My husband read my last post and didn't know who Colin Cowie was. I said, "You know...that famous event planner and lifestyle guru? He's been on Oprah a bunch of times." My husband still had no idea who he was. Then I said, "Colin Cowie is basically the Nate Berkus of event planning." My husband said, "Who's Nate Berkus?" Then I realized perhaps my biggest fear...we're starting to forget Oprah.

I hope they all have fun at the Ladybug Picnic

Stella's first birthday is just around the corner and I feel like a cross between a parent from MTV's My Super Sweet Sixteen and Colin Cowie.

Stella's favorite book is 10 Little Lady Bugs/10 Pequenas Mariquitas/Enta Ittlela Adyla Ugsba. That's right- she loves it in English, Spanish and Pig Latin. Here is a sneak peek of the invitations I made while I had "working mom" guilt and spent way to much time cutting out circles until I went to my favorite store, Paper Source, and bought a circle cutter.