4 posts tagged “little miss sunshine”
She's effing adorable - advanced in the ways of adorableness, though all she really does is sleep. And make pirate faces at us all. There were definitely constant fights over who got the honor of holding the blessed child, which I occasinally won by declaring "I live seven hours away and Grandma, you're going to be moving into the basement soon what with all the time you spend here." It's true that, while my brother and I both live three hours from our hometown (in separate directions), my parents go to see him far more often than they see me. It makes sense, you see, because when they go there they get to do yardwork and DIY projects that my brother saves for them, and when they come here, they are forced to go out for long lunches, play boardgames and socialize with my roommates, who both happen to be charming, intelligent, beautiful women. It's hell, I tell you, all this relaxing. And now they have grandchildren. I can't even compete with babies. This must be my brothers' revenge for all the attention I got, being the youngest -- they have babies, and suddenly, I'm not the cutest family member anymore. It's really okay with me, since I plan to get revenge on my brothers for reading my diary by buying their kids drum sets and saxophones, as well as claim to be their guardian when they want piercings and tattoos. This will only work if I don't have kids, which is a commitment I am willing to make for the sake of getting the last word.
So all she does is sleep, and eat, and poop, and then keep my brother up at night because she slept all day. I imagine she waits until he's just dropped off into REM slumber before lifting her head and whispering,"Do you remember the crying fits you had everyday at 10am for the first four years of your life? Karma time!" This probably doesn't happen like this, but I hope there is baby karma, because if I ever decide to have kids, they will definitely sleep through the night and dazzle the world with their beauty.
When she isn't sleeping, or eating, or pooping on her aunt (which she did twice, and I got to hand her off to her dad for a diaper change) she's chewing on her own fist. Seriously, if chewing on your own fist was an olympic sport, she'd be on a Wheaties box.
But mostly it's the pirate faces that amuse me. Babies don't focus on anything, and she's sorta figuring out how her face works. She'll make a face as if she's about to cry, then not cry. And then, the pirate face. One eye open, mouth shaped in the perfect shape for the "Arrrr! Shiver me timbers!" Pirate Baby. I think I have a pitch for a TV show, get me to L.A.!
I got the best postcard ever from the Starlet, who is on the British Isles right now, wandering about. He got it from a gay bar in Edinburgh, and told me a story about using a ladies restroom. How I miss him.
My last days of classes are this week, and my final papers are due Monday, so I imagine I will be a little sparse this week. I keep procrastinating, naturally, but soon it'll be all papers, all the time, instead of "work on a paper, stop, peruse the internet, work on a paper, stop, eat lunch, read for a while, then realize I have to go to work."
Ooh, that reminds me. Yesterday I worked a long shift, and on my break I wandered over to Borders. I saw a book there called "The Obama Nation - Leftist Politics and the Cult of Personality." But... I'm more than a little sure that Jon Stewart coined the phrase "ObamaNation" a year or two ago. So, way to crib from The Daily Show, right-wing dude who wrote a book. What's next, a book titled "Truthiness?" Heh. The very best part of this was that it shared a table with the promotional material for Breaking Dawn. So, you know, at least it was with the rest of the fiction.
Cult of personality, my ass. It's like they forgot the years of "DON'T CRITICIZE BUSH BECAUSE WE ARE AT WAR!" Remember? When it was unpatriotic to criticize the president? I sure do. I got told to "leave America" by a roommate when I said that I understood why Europeans didn't like our president. Ironically, we were not IN America at the time she said this, and it didn't make her any less angry with me when I pointed this out. It does make a great story years later. I ran into another roommate from Athens at a wedding, and she was like, "I tell everyone about the time when she said, 'If that's how you feel, get the fuck out of America!' and you said, 'But... um, we're in Greece?'"
I'm something of a jerk.
OK, I said I wouldn't talk about my niece again, but I have to say it. I saw the people magazine with Brangelina's twins on the cover and, you know what? Not impressed. Compared to Little Miss Sunshine, those babies are total uggos. Nice try, Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
Well, I don't know if I care to talk about anything besides the wonder that is my niece. The only variation in speaking about Little Miss Sunshine will be in October, when the Peanut is born and I'll have another niece-or-nephew to talk about.
This is by far the best picture - my dad holding his new grandchild. I don't talk to much about it, but my dad had a genetic heart condition for about a six year stretch between the end of my high school career and the beginning of my graduate career. When I was 22, he had a very risky surgery to correct it, and it worked. The shadow of fear went away. Four years later, he's healthy - save for an arthritic joint or two -- and around to hold his grandchildren. It makes me so happy. I could cry.
You'll note that Little Miss Sunshine is particularly plump and cute. Rumor has it, she takes after her (still plump and cute) aunt, as this side-by-side comparison of me as a newborn and her as a newborn shows. I was a good two pounds heavier and several inches longer, being born two weeks after my due date instead of two weeks before. But note the same chubby face, the same nose and lips, and note the fuzzy head. Sure, she has more of a controlled hair style than my little baby faux-hawk, but it was the eighties then. We all made fashion errors. Anyway, this baby knows what is good for her. Clearly, she is already advanced.
She looks like me.
Well, not exactly like me NOW. She didn't come out, 26-years-old with poor eyesight and long brown hair. My mom, the NEW GRANDMA, reports that she has fuzzy black hair on her head like i did, same nose, same all around cuteness (I was a particularly ADORABLE baby). Sunshine send me a pix message -- my first picture of my first niece, and yes, she does look like I did as a newborn. So, she's perfect. I get to meet her in two weeks.
