 Welcome to Colleen's web site, version 5.0!
Colleen is an awesome kid who loves to read, do homework (and she isn't even in school yet) and play outside. She is an artist, philosopher and great mathematician. She is a very good photographer, too, who was recently introduced to a digital camera. The photo at the top of the page is a self-portrait.
Her favorite color is pink. She loves to wear dresses, play dress-up and play with dolls. She is all girl. However, she is also tough. She likes to get dirty, jump on the trampouline, rough house, pick up bugs and play soccer. Noone has ever told her not to do these things, so she loves them as well. Her girl idols are her cousins Ashley and Katelyn, who are gorgeous sports jocks. She adores all of her cousins — because she thinks the girls are beautiful and the boys are WILD! But she particularly talks about these two a lot, probably because they embody both of her favorite characteristics!
Currently, the blog below is updated by her parents. However, you should expect entries from her in the very near future.
We hope you also will take time to look at her photo album, which contains pictures that we update on rare occasions. New visitors might be interested in reading about Colleen's birth or her heart surgery, or seeing photos she took of her house.
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Monday, March 07, 2005
( 11:59 AM ) Rosie
Last night, after Colleen had been in bed for about an hour and a half, I had the kind of experience that makes parents want to trade in the kid for a new lawnmower.
I was engrossed in cop show. The house was quiet — Troy was knocked out on prescription cough medicine and Colleen should have been asleep. My nerves were on edge because the murders in the cop show were getting out of hand and I couldn't figure out who did it. I was watching the TV on a low volume setting so as not to wake the whole household. All of the lights were out, so the glow of the set was really spook-i-fying the room.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by an ever-increasing voice, "mommy, Mommy, MOMMY!!!!!!"
I went slip-sliding into Colleen's bedroom. My mind was racing. It was unusual for her to be awake so long after bedtime, so something was definitely wrong. Was one of the cats in her room? Did one bite her? Was Colleen having a nightmare? Was there a kidnapper somehow making his way through her second-story window? Will the horrors never cease?
I flung open the door, flipped on the light and tried to keep a calm voice, so as not to startle her more, "what's wrong, honey?"
She replied matter-of-factly, "Mommy, I would like a popscicle for breakfast. And yogurt. I would like a popscicle and yogurt for breakfast, please."
Popscicles. I rue the day we brought popscicles in this house. "Go to sleep," I snarled and shut the door.
In true Colleen fashion, she reminded me in the morning of her midnight breakfast request. Due to regulations in the mom industry, she was denied.
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