My beautiful, pugnacious Last Baby turned six yesterday.
We also call her our April Fool’s Baby: She was due on April first, but tricked us all by turning herself right-side up at the last minute, necessitating a sort of planned emergency C-section* that really wasn’t that funny at the time.
Luckily, her sense of humor has developed a bit since then.
She had a lot of birthday: an Easter service with balloons, cake,** a candy-egg hunt, pancakes, another candy-egg hunt, more cake,*** a dinosaur egg dinner,^ her own birthday cake (see above), and presents that included a some-assembly-still-required Disney Princess bike and her very own MP3 player, the charging of which drove her bonkers.
She also chewed her first piece of bubble gum (house rule: you have to be at least six to chew gum) harvested from one of her eggs.^^
“What do you think, honey?”
“It’s okay . . . But when do the bubbles start?”
By bedtime, she was wired for sound, and proved it by singing herself to sleep. Loudly. Any references to her age and supposed abilities to self-soothe fell on deaf ears—as did her sister’s complaints about the noise.
I visited twice to retuck her, remove all reading materials and birthday presents, and tell her to go to sleep now.
Finally, she appeared by my elbow and asked if she could cuddle with me on the couch until she fell asleep.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, but your Dad is watching the game.”
“It’s my birthday.“
“I know, but you need a quiet room to sleep.”
“I don’t mind the game, Mommy.”
“No, honey. You aren’t allowed to watch TV after bedtime. There’s school tomorrow.”
“But I won’t even watch it.”
“No. You try to sleep and I’ll check on you after the game is over. Scoot.”
She stomped away. “How come he gets to do what he wants?” she hollered from the bedroom.
“Because he’s your father. And he’s also thirty-eight years older than you are and he deserves his own way once in a while.”
“What?!” Sunny hollered. “Thirty-eight? Are you sure? “
“Wow,” Jane said.
“And your mother is thirty-six years older than you,” my husband said, not looking away from the game. “So you should do what she says.”
The bedroom was silent.
“That stunned ’em,” he said.
Is it any wonder she’s my Last Baby? It isn’t the hassle, it’s the fantastic—how can we possibly expect any other kid to follow her act?
*Necessary by the OB’s standards, not mine—if my grandmother could give birth to a breech baby in 1932, at home, with only the help of a slightly tipsy physician (who was called in because her regular doctor was handling another emergency) with no harm done to either mother or son, I don’t see why she and I couldn’t have managed in a hospital setting.
**Which technically belonged to the baby who was christened during the service, but the birthday girl was given the big pink icing rose, so it totally counted.
***Which technically belonged to a teenaged birthday girl, who let Sunny blow out the candles, so it also totally counted
^Tiny smoked hot dogs enclosed in crescent roll dough. If you leave both ends open, they’re pigs-in-blankets. And no, I don’t really want to discuss how much of my cuisine centers on Oscar Mayer products, thank you.
^^They candy ones, not the dinosaur ones. I’m not that far gone.
14 thoughts on “Sunny is Six (No Fooling!)”
Sunny is funny!
Happy belated birthday.
Happy birthday, sunshine Sunny! Here’s hoping you survived the sugar ride!
I said it yesterday, but happy birthday anyway, Curley Que!
Yeah, the egg harvesting had me reading twice for context. Happy Bday!
A very Happy Birthday to a very special Granddaughter (this time without the atonal accompaniment). Grandma and Grandpa
Happy Belated. Sorry we missed you yesterday. What a busy, wonderful, fun filled day for a fantastic Granddaughter
Big girl! Happy birthday, Sunshine.
My little guy will be 11 tomorrow. He’s feeling quite full of himself as the day approaches, and is anxiously checking to see that I know what he wants for his birthday. (Video games. Dude, I got it.)
If Sunny could stop grinning and hiding her face in my sweater as if you could all see her through the screen—and if she could type—she would thank you all for your birthday wishes!
(and, apparently, mention that the dancing picture is an old one, because her MP3 player is pink, Mom, remember?)
That picture of her is fantastic. It looks like she is serenading the house to Carmen.
Happy Birthday to the one, the only, Sunny!!
(And to Sunny’s mom, having had two almost ten pounders, and two planned c-sections…thank you medicine. My mom had me naturally (9 lbs. 7 ozs.) but after seeing the two boys (9 lbs 13 ozs and 9 lbs 7 ozs.) after being born a week early… I cannot fathom it. Trust me when I tell you their generation is far tougher than I. Although at the time, I begged not to have the cesarian. Until a specialist told me the chances of the babies being above 13 pounds was high and that it wouldn’t look good for any of us. They were wrong, but my petit fleurs don’t seem the worse off for it.)
(And did you make that cake?? Love.)
Is it just me, or do all doctors think babies are a lot bigger than they end up being? Perhaps the sonogram screens need to be adjusted?
Janie, my reason for knowing where to place natural childbirth on the pain scale, was slightly smaller than Sunny, but I still think we could have pulled it off.
(and no, I didn’t—you can tell because it looks edible)
My boy is an April baby, too. And man oh man, the combo Easter/Birthday brouhaha makes me wanna go to sleep for three years.
Do give her my belated birthday wishes, won’t you?
Sure thing, Mike!
This is the first time the calendars have lined up like this—thank heavens she doesn’t mind the idea of two birthday parties!
Please pass on my belated birthday wishes! Sunny is the kind of kid who inspires great stories and she’s really only getting started. xoxo
I’ll do that, Lisa,thanks!
I agree that she’s just warming up—but I don’t know whether to ready my recording equipment or duck! 🙂