Poor kid, doesn’t know how her mom misses her so badly behind those smiles. I’m just glad she listened to me when I told her she needs to be strong for me. And that she needs to smile a lot for me not to worry about her. And that she’ll be a good girl so Daddy won’t have any problems with her while I’m away. I can just imagine how strong my daughter is. Isn’t she? She’s just a kid but for me as a mom she is doing wonders. Tabby and I spend much of our time chatting and talking to each other. About almost anything and everything (even if he is working). And it is quite magical how Yzzy changes her mood (even when she’s so upset or feverish or crying or attention-seeking) when she sees me or hears me call her name out loud.  She does jump for joy, puts her hands up! and does her version of “beautiful eyes”. Showing her pearly whites too! So sweet of her. She even recognizes the ringing sound when you start to make a call.

Here’s my bundle of joy upon random days. We see each other as often as we could. Trying to be each others’ strength. But these are just some of those days…

These web cam screen shots (above) were of January 8, 2010.

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December 16, 2009: Yzzy showing off her tiny feet.

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January 6, 2010: Yzzy getting dressed for Horace Turner’s Birthday Party.

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November 18, 2009: Sleepy daughter still trying to laugh.

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December 9, 2009: Super HAPPY Yzzy, “plus the hand Mommy!”

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November 15, 2009: Icay + Tabby

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November 16, 2009: Look its Mommy!

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November 25, 2009: Roses kept blooming.

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December 20, 2009: Sad Yzzy. Trying to call Mommy…

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December 26, 2009(Las Vegas Time): “Where’s Mommy?”

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December 20, 2009(Las Vegas Time): “There you are Mommy!”

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November 15, 2009: Fun Stuff for the Upcoming Birthday Girl!

Its SANITY over INSANITY. Even just for those mere seconds, minutes probably - We share that happiness you can never trade for anything. Its just us and its like the world just stops.