loved by the sun

What is the difference between the horn of a unicorn and a lock of Sonny's curly hair? 

If you ask Elyott she'd give you an endless array of very logical contrasts. But to me (and i speak for mothers all across the land) there is none. Every mother who is in denial about the ridiculousness of her son's hair has her own breaking point. For me it wasn't the 95% of strangers who ooh and ahh over my "adorable baby girl". People are just idiots (myself included). My moment of clarity came when a nice petite lady at church picked him up and his Willy Wonka fro made him look like a freaky giant Maury Povich baby.

My children have big heads, there is no way around that. But i gotta throw a kid a bone when homeboy starts to dwarf adults.

This kid is pushing 16 months and still doesn't walk or say any words (although i am pretty sure he is fluent in French?). Yet he has a full head of luscious Renesmee hair making it harder and harder to live up to his age (and gender). So I held my breath and decided to give his crazy white boy coif a little snip...and guess what??

...he is still Sonny, his hair is still curly...and and much to my maternal delight the light of the universe was not destroyed. 

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please don't take my sunshine away.

Sonny grew some teeth!

...and he told* me to tell you it sucked.

For a chance to win a $100 Babies R Us gift card from BlogHer, go here and leave a comment for my question for you on teething.

 ...then read about how teamBoo made it through!

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*via head butt to my chin.

a sweet valentine (re-post)

this is me half "a" blogging.

i am having a love affair with a book i'm reading and since its February i figure you will understand (cause February is about "love"...remember?) Ok that's a stretch, but for now i found this old comic post and i think it is worthy of your eyeballs' time.

If i weren't so lazy i'd make you a 2011 version. maybe about a Sonny who is one year this week, only 17 1/2 pounds, and needs to start eating more high calorie foods (seriously, you can see rib cage) but is too in love with my bosom ("can't quit the sugar tit" as my grandma would have said) but that might be too graphic?? 

i'll spare you.

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come on coy boy boy

we're home!
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Ain't no sunshine

Wasn't that a dirty trick I played in my last post giving u the least amount of info of my sick baby (too tired) AND the most dramatic info (the air vac) in one??

Before I go any further, here's a pic of me and my tuchus ("to-cuss") on a brighter day (cause no one wants to see a baby all hospitalized and stuff).

So let me break it down, but in a short Lamans terms blog kind of way because you are all so sweet to send love his way, but we are not 85 so we don't need a play by play of every medication and doctor visit of all time.

Since sonny was so sick I was keeping a hawk eye on his sweet little self. As time passed he grew increasingly dehydrated and then basically began (and kept on) making quick desperate gasps for air (think freaky mutant human breathing on that Will Smith movie) he also was nearly impossible to wake up. Turns out this boy had a very severe viral lower respiratory infection (and now also a bit of pneumonia) which was slowly clogging each airway with mucous (more or less) Helicopter took him from one ER to children's hospital because, unlike adults who slowly get worse...our babies' amazing little bodies basically run a marathon against those nasty germs and then out of nowhere, BAM. Stop breathing.

No air for Sonny = cardiac arrest = I jump off the nearest cliff.

Yadi Yadi yadda...baby hooked up to breathing machine, lots of other wires...and here we are in PICU (or "pick u" if your cool like that...like me) until those stupid medicine resistant viral bugs go away...but freaking hallelujah for hospitals , right!?

But it was almost this exact date last year that Adam was hospitalized for 9 days...So why not keep that totally FUN torch alive!?

For now, my Sonny is still very sick, but in much more capable hands than my own. And don't even get me started on how thankful i am for miracle machines, and prayer, and smart people, and people who give service, and America, and cute babies with curly hair and shark eyes, and family, and God, and all of you...and helicopters!!!

I'll keep u posted :)

p.s. A "tuchus" apparently means "butt" in Yiddish. I did not know this (until just now when I looked it up) but frequently have the urge to call him one (?)

p.p.s. Thank u for all your fantastic support! (Renee, thanks for making me laugh, as usual. And even all u shy ones who came out of the woodworks to wish my sonny well :)

sonny: child star

Ever heard of the Tie Chair? (a genius creation for a "highchair" on the go that fits any chair and locks that kiddo down ;) Well my good friend is the inventor of its cuteness, and today my little goo is featured in an advertisement for it on Babysteals.com. Check out his camera "what the hell" face. i guess even babies get stage fright...

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p.s. Please excuse my absence. baby is currently the sickest boy in all the land :(


p.p.s. Does anyone have a good recommendation for mascara that won't make me look like a  crazy drunk lady by 3:00? (with all the smudgy black residue under my eyes) I just use the classic hot pink and green kind cause its cheap and because i don't have the money to waste trying out new kinds. That's where you come in! leave me a comment and i will love you foreverrrrr!!

hey guys, wanna know what is funny about babies?

...everything.

(and motherhood is filled with it)

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a little sonny delight...

Today i practiced using iMovie '11. I am SO behind in my movie making cause my iMac has been all wonky. Now i am up and running with the newest software, and I am certain we are gonna be friends...(iMovie 11 and me) Hooray for technology!!


p.s. please excuse the poorly formed sentences. I didn't check until after i uploaded to vimeo and am too impatient to go back and change it (we are still just acquaintances you see)


p.p.s if you haven't already, go enter our giveaway...

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slow motion.

Sometimes the best medicine, for this busy season, is to dig in my heels and force myself to slow down for a minute. Last night I slowed down with Sonny. We played "bang the pan" "robot mom" and "rip out mom's hair."

It was perfect :)

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cry baby?

Sonny has been really sad and snotty. Now that he's 9 1/2 months he finally decided he'd like a tooth razor to slice my very important areas. This is a series of pictures where he is actually crying, but since he has such a happy reputation to uphold, appears to be smiling. Which I think is pretty messed up and adorable at the same time. Don't be fooled though, this kid is very sneaky. He crawled off the bed twice this week AND almost face planted down the stairs. I think i was busy playing Mario Brothers on DS with Sheamus or something...

;)

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when funny trumps sanitary

We are taking care of my parents dog for a little while.

Now, I'm not really an animal person, but it's been ideal because he's pretty mellow and already fully trained. Which is good cause dogs that chew up poopy diapers and stuff really make me want to abuse things. Typically i keep Sonny and doggie pretty separate cause I don't really trust dogs (also dogs lick their privates and my baby is clean and i kiss his face with my own mouth) but you know me, I can't resist a genuine defenseless babies moment...

worth it.
I'm pretty sure i would have fully thrown up.

Don't fret, i sprayed Sonny down with the hose afterward ;)

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I am actuallly nice (when i'm not hungry)

(this photo has nothing to do with this post by the way, he just has a way cuter mug than mine ;)

All this self horn tooting has my hands all clammy and uncomfortable. Its time to get back to making fun of myself where I belong ;) But since last month was Suck-tober, let's make November a month of food, and love, and magic...and turkey! (Novem-binge?) Yes I know that's food twice, but it's Thanksgiving and my birthday month, and we all know birthdays are just a fancy way of disguising another reason to over-eat.

I love a good tradition. The problem is, I always have a gajillion ideas at once...and then the second someone holds something shiny in front of my face, i basically forget my own name, let alone the things i was trying to implement. I try to be consistent but I'm pretty A.D.D. all the time with some things. Like "one time" when i started a project in the middle of the walkway (my favorite place to start them) and spread my stuff all over then got up to get scissors but got distracted and instead organized the junk drawer that they were in, then went to throw some of it away but the wipes were sitting on top of the garbage so i decided to clean all the smudges off of it, and then felt hot so i went to get a soda with ice and then just sat down and blogged about it instead. 

...but i digress. I digress hard.

SO what is my November tradition? is my project still on the floor? does this post even have a point? Yes! it's about being less scatterbrained than i was last month. And reminding the world why im glad to be in it!! WAIT...no, it was supposed to be about traditions?! Crap! (see what i mean) Soooo, what are yours? (I'm only asking so i can copy you :)

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good day sunshine.

This is what I get to wake up to every morning...

Don't be jealous (or do)

But I strongly suggest you go get your own Sonny D.

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lean on me.

Today while i left to run some errands, Adam kept Sonny home with him. Much to my delight, he was feeling a little sassy and surprised me with a video he made just to make me smile. I loved it so much I decided to share it with you (even though he says he looks "pale and dead"). It may not be as amusing to you if you are not familiar with his personality. So at the very minimum you should know...a.) he's cute b.) he's funny c.) he's tall
(by the way, he would completely disapprove of me saying anything he did was "sassy")

video diary-unemployed from team boo on Vimeo.

Elyott watched it and thought it was funny, buuuut later needed clarification that Dad was joking about feeling all the things he was "confiding" in Sonny about. Don't worry family, he IS working.
...kinda ;)

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willy wonker?

...that's what my kids call it anyway.

Sorry for the anti-climactic project boo:defenseless babies finale. This "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" concept I had much higher hopes for (the chocolate waterfall looks like a boring tree and there are no oompa loompas!) I guess I got a little lazy and he ended up looking more like a really lost blind hobo. But when I add too many props or detail, I am positive the universe whispers to Sonny that it all must be violently destroyed. Actually I think my lackluster motivation is just my total frustration with my piece of crap camera. It takes grainy ugly pictures that I just can't respect in the morning. 

Thanks to those who played! all five of you. Seriously Kelly, Cara, Maryposa no excuses...you are now on blog BFF watch. The defenseless babies edition is now going into retirement. Until Project Boo's next installment...enjoy yourself a little candy land paradise...with hardly any candy, what??

Mostly, thank you Sonny for being such a sweet treat. A real Sonny Delight! Thanks for smiling at all of mom's same old desperate tricks. Thanks for having Willy Wonka hair. And thanks for not realizing how embarrassing it is to wear your sisters purple velvet jacket.

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*don't forget to check out team cowan's second installment to the project boo defenseless babies edition! 
(What a brown noser ;)

"sonny" with a chance of meatballs.

I did this photo shoot after my older kids got home from school. i do NOT recommend this. I felt like a total monster as i was getting it all set up, handing out threats faster than i could wipe the sweat off my forehead. Totally defeats the purpose of a playful picture. I felt bad. I apologized a few minutes later to which Elyott replied:

 "aw, its okay mom. you just forgot that it's not something that's so important, and that it was just for fun." 

If that's not a sucker punch of wisdom, i don't know what is.

Kids always keep you in check :)

*Also never mind the shadows on the wrong side of the sun. I guess things just work a little differently in the town of Chew-and-Swallow!

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phoenix "sonny"

This picture is especially for Adam (baby daddy) who is not only a huge basketball fan, but a Phoenix Suns fan ta-boot. Although since we didn't have a Steve Nash wig (sick), we used an afro (cause that's a normal thing to have lying around?? actually we have three :) as a tribute to old school basketball with the short shorts and the knee high socks. As you can see from this picture sonny got completely into character...

(see other defenseless baby shots like this here here here here here here and here.)

*also: don't forget that tomorrow is the last day to comment for a chance to win my super fabulous (not really) team boo pillow.


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(and a kid in uniform ;)

whoville

Sonny's baby documentation just wouldn't be complete without a shout out to his likeness of the Whoville mayor (...who befriends a sweet elephant, you know the one.)

What do you think??...

(see other defenseless baby shots like this here here here here here and here.)

*Also Leigh vs. Laundry is determined to fill as much of the blogosphere with happiness as she can. If a little picture of my Sonny Delight doesn't help that cause, i don't know what can.

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the SUNdance kid

Sonny reminded me of the kid on Christmas Story when his mom gets him ready for a cold day at school with like 17 layers of clothing on. He just sat there like a dead fish. i was laughing so hard. 

 (only, i sounded like this....muhuhuwahh!)

He's so tough he can hold a cactus with his bare hand!

...eat your heart out Robert Redford.

(what a weird saying..."eat your heart out??")


*here's an example of how easy this kid makes these pictures. Also proof for CPS that I am not torturing him...

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i got soul but i'm not a soldier.

how i cherish the one on one time i get while nursing this kid. We gaze into eachothers' eyes, i give his curly hair a twirl in my finger, he flips my bottom lip repeatedly with his tiny fingers. I call him my baby bird, his sweet little lips curl into a coy smile...and then...
he craps. 

...the loudest, wettest GOAT smelling diaper I can imagine. I start to panic that it is leaking all over my lap (like the time in Outback with Elyott), I quickly unsnap his onesie and call for reinforcements: a paper towel, burp rag ANYTHING to put under him. One of my kids come running to help (bless their little potty trained hearts) I place the barrier between his bum and my only pair of pants that fit me right now ("what will i wear tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day??") then both Sonny and I breathe a sigh of relief. He eats a little more and finishes off with a jaw clamp and back arch with my poor nip in tow. 

Ah precious moments.

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(*side note: next morning he totally duked me all over my running shorts two milliseconds before i left to the gym. That'll teach me to blob about narrow poop escapes.)