Nick names

From day one of my life my parents have always loved to call me many different things. The very first name my mom felt compelled to reference me as ( other than Madison) was Lady Bug. She has called me this from the moment she met me because I was petite, quiet ( I never cried when I came out) and such a dainty little girl. Now don't be mistaken, I was a perfect 7 pounds 7 ounces. But some people think that newborns are a bit unsightly at first and I was just not that way. I was BEAUTIFUL and ladylike from the moment I came out. I also was never mistaken for a boy ( possibly because my mom always had some sort of accessory in my head of hair and often decked me out in PINK !
Anyhoo, I will always first and foremost be Lady Bug to my family. It fit me from day one and continues to do so. I am gentle , I am fragile and quite honestly I cannot speak ( I only have 3-4 words at the moment which some consider nonverbal). Other names you may hear that are referring to me are Maddie Lou Lou, sweet dove ( both daddy's ideas) crazy daisy ( that would be mom's) Maa Maa and sister ( from Brooklyn- my endearing little sister). I LOVE my nicknames because I know they are said with nothing but LOVE.

Just the beginning....

of a world of experiences for our little girl. She turned 8 on November 25th, 2008. At the moment she has a handful of simple inerests in life. They are her family, her home, Elmo ( we lovingly call him little red friend), FOOD ( she has a great appetite for most everything) being outdoors on long walks, going to parks ( perferably with special swings) and school. She is technically in the 2nd grade and goes to school in Camarillo. She looks forward to the bus ride each day which is good because it last about an hour for her.
As her mother I decided to start this journal to document her life hopefully through her eyes and from her perspective. Since she is unable to do this herself I hope to be a tool to do it for her. I want to "take the good with the bad" so to speak. Even though she is perfect, things do not always go perfect. I hope for this journal to be like unto a gratitude journal without denying or overlooking the challenges that have brought us to be grateful in the simplest of triumphs. Although she cannot speak, she definately can think and undeniably has a mind of her own. These entries will be from what I see is her perspective. Thus being " n my daughters eyes".