Juliette is a darling little stitch,
a firecracker
&
 a little lovebug…
And since I don’t Facebook, this is where my family usually catches photos of my chickens.
I’ve got a huge handful to share of my Hoolie.
She is SUCH a delight to me and even more so as she moves towards one of my FAVORITE ages – 18 months.  
Juliette, 
Baby J
Hoolietta, 
Hoolie, 
Hoolis, 
Poolie 
&
Poolis 
are all names she will answer to.
The “H” ones are somewhat self explanatory I think and the “P” versions are Amélie’s take on them.   She calls her “My Poolis” and that’s all she ever calls her.
Juliette is as sweet as sugar and as sassy as hot sauce.
VERY affectionate, as are all our chickens and very jealous.  She will rip at Amélie’s hair in the morning during snuggle time if LeeLee gets too close to me…
How is she gonna do with a baby in the house in just 18 weeks???
She makes little, quiet, sweet, girly sounds and then she is 
LOUD!  
Don’t even bother to ring my phone 20 minutes before any meal because she never lets me forget that I don’t get the food on fast enough for her.
She eats more than I do.
I wish I was kidding.

Half the time she looks like a little fashion plate and the other half she looks like a little white trash baby, half naked and covered in lunch.

In the morning after snuggle time she slides off the edge of our bed and begins to bring us our clothing off the floor so that we will get up and get dressed – is that smart or WHAT!  She is only 16 months old!
She really doesn’t like a sippy cup at all but will drink a gallon of water in successive glasses if given a small canning jar.  She never, ever drops them either!

Juliette is feminine just like her sister and is already making little noises when I put on perfume or lip gloss, like, “Me too!” but as you will see…
 Girlfriend is a little scrapper!!!!
 As tough as nails and can hold her own on a pile of dirt or after being splashed in a mud puddle by a careless big brother!
She LOOOOOOVES to read and out of nowhere one day started bringing me books to read to her.  Noodging to get up on the couch and then ripping the book out of my hands to do it herself.  
She brings you her Wellies when she wants to go outside. 
 Which is always.
She loves her City Chicks and runs to the back door when you ask, “Ou sont les poules?”

For awhile there I was wondering if she would ever “sign” and now she is a little demanding maniac with:
“All done”
“More”
“Hungry”
“Thirsty”
“Ca-ca”
She’s so feisty we used to joke that there was probably only one sign she was ever going to give us – if you know what I mean:)
I am grateful though – If I had a meek, quite little daughter I probably wouldn’t know what to do with her!  HA!!!!
She will eat a pint of blueberries in one sitting.  (And “bless” me with the corresponding diaper the following morning).
She’d eat an entire pizza if I let her, and drink a beer to boot I’d guess!
We laugh at (and with) her all the time.
I bet you will too…



Momma Loves You Hoolie!