A pot, Nazgul, and Sunshine

Kinda odd having the Nazgul reference, but believe me… the sounds emanating from Sunshine right now are very reminiscent of Middle Earth Ring-Wraiths.  I think she would do Tolkien very proud. (or at least Steven Jackson would be impressed).

You see, Sunshine is growing leaps and bounds. She has enjoyed playing with pots and pans. She enjoys pounding on the piano at Grandma’s. She is doing this cute bouncy dance when music comes on. She says “ma-ma-ma” and holds up her arms to be picked up. She loves to stand up, and can do so for a few seconds on her own (but is leaning on us or using us to self-correct). She uses other items in her hands to bring ones too far away closer to her.  She butt scooches, but doesn’t crawl as she still doesn’t like being on her tummy. It is very impressive to say the least.

Over the last two days she has taken to screeching at very odd decibel levels.  At least they are higher than the supersonic ones she uses when very upset. Nope.  This is a happy baby experimenting with yet another sound level that she creates (aside from her lower flatulent sounds, and lyric cackle).

She has this goofy grin pasted to her face as she looks up to you, and then belts it out.  Here.  I will show you a comparison and you can decide for yourself:

Cute baby practicing super sounding screeches? Or Nazgul, Ring Wraith type disguised in the ultra cute wrappings of a seven month old?

You decide.

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Weirdest. Dream. Ever

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So, I have to credit this post to Chantanee.  My favorite Thai restaurant that we went to yesterday, in which I ate Garlic Crispy Chicken (a.k.a. King’s Favorite Chicken)  and I was sick for the rest of night for some reason, and then proceeded to have the weirdest, fubard dreams, ever. Note: The last time we went to Chantanee, I was pregnant and had the same dish. Came home not feeling so well again. Have realized the pregnancy has done something to my ability to handle garlic. ‘No garlic for you!’

My dream, oddly, went something like this. I was in the hospital (Surprisingly looked a lot like Grey’s Anatomy “Seattle Grace Hospital.” Which is funny cause it doesn’t exist people). I was about to go in for an emergency c-section. (Again, odd because I didn’t look the least bit preggers).  In my dream, I knew I was having a boy, but no one else knew because it was too early to know the sex. Somehow I had my own super intuition thing going on, and was communicating with my fetus! (Why the F! would I be having a c-section then? In my dream I have this awesome narrating discussion with myself wondering about what was occurring).

I was on a cold hard table, and the doctor was placing this purple stuff all over my belly, and making a dotted line where she was going to cut on my lower abdomen.  (Again, totally weird because the doctor looked a lot like my daughter’s pediatrician).  I started to have a panic attack, this is not strange, but quite normal for me really.  I wanted someone there to hold my hand.  I tried calling my husband, who was somewhere in the hospital with our daughter (who looked to be about 3-4 years of age. She is only 5 months old).

So, I put on a hospital gown and headed outside where I could get cell reception. Because obviously, I am about to have a c-section, I have complete use of my legs as they have not numbed me, and while I did call my hubby inside the hospital, him not picking up meant there was no cell service inside.  Whatever.

I called my mother, and poof. She was there. Next thing I know, I am on the cold hard table again, and my tummy is wide open and I can see everything they are doing.  Out comes this little tiny baby boy, and then the shit really hits the fan.  (Warning: some might think I was on drugs from what occurred next. Honestly, I am not sure I didn’t take something last night. Lorazepam does that sort of thing).

My daughter, poof, appears.  She looks like a cross between the little girl who played Matilda, and the scenes of Annie Banks when she was a little girl, from the movie Father of the Bride.  She seems to be all glowy and says, “Mom, I have to save James. I will let you know when it is safe.”  She grabs hold of baby James (which is what we decided we would name our son if we had one) and poof… disappears.

That is when my mother and I are attacked by super villains with super powers.  You know the dude who plays Gambit in the movie Wolverine?  He has gone bad and is trying to take away my daughter and son because for some reason they have super powers.  (How this information just came to me all out of the blue, no idea.  But the dream had a lot of “poofing” so I figure that information was part of that).

Next thing I know, I am running through fields out in the wilderness. A lot like Lord of the Rings, really. I see my husband across the field, and then poof, he looks a lot like Leo from Charmed, and I looked a lot like Piper.  Then, what happens next?  All these blue smurfs emerge from the forest and yell “No, no, no.”  I am now one of those smurfs. In fact, I am Papa Smurf.  (WTF?!)  I shout, “Drop Leo.  They are dark lighters.”  All of a sudden, my hubby, Leo disappears, then reappears about 100 yards back, in the sky and he is expelled out of a black hole type vortex.

Me, as Papa Smurf, says, “Oh no!  He has lost his wings.” And I secretly knew, as all the other smurfs new, that the dark lighters would get him.  But what appears are not dark lighters in the shape of humans, but in the shape of wargs from Lord of the Rings.  (Yeah. Told you this was weird).  To my right, I see Storm, Wolverine, Beast, Wonder Woman, and Superman all fighting bad guys on a pier next to water. (Don’t have any idea where the water came from, let alone super heroes). Next thing I knew I had closed my eyes because I didn’t want to see what happened next.

When I opened my eyes again, still dreaming, I see my daughter and my son, who is now about the age of 2, standing close to each other.  There is this bad guy, who looks like a cross between a Death Eater from Harry Potter, and the bad dude from Extraordinary Gentleman. He is grasping his head like he is in some kind of inner turmoil, or maybe an alien taking over his brain sort of thing.

Next I know I am looking from the eyes of my son, who is communicating without speaking to his sister.  This is what we are saying to each other.  Sunshine: “We should help him.  We could fix all of this if we help.”  Little Brother: “We can’t.  We will change the course of the future.  We can’t alter time.”  Sunshine: “But we could change the future for the better.  We could help him find peace.” Little Brother: “We can’t. We could. But its better if he finds out on his own, Discovers the truth on his own.”

They grasp hands, my daughter who is 4.5 years older than she is right now, with her yet unborn/not-conceived sibling. There is a brilliant, glorious flash and they are gone.

And I wake up.

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Now tell me that’s not some super, weird ass, stuff?!! Where did my mind come up with this crap?  Well, I am saying this now: If ever anyone reads this and decides to make a movie from it without consulting me… I am claiming my rights! I will sue you for it all, baby! Who can combine DC Comics, Marvel Comics, Smurfs, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter/Extraordinary Gentleman, with Grey’s Anatomy?!  Cause this is my brain on drugs, er… medications and garlic. And I am f ‘ing brilliant. Even in my sleep!

A Daddy and his little girl…

I had to write this post.  You know, we all have issues with our spouses when we are going on little sleep. I count myself one of the very lucky women to have found a man who is incredibly sensitive and caring, and puts up with my $#*!. What is super special are the time that I overhear him in his conversations with Sunshine, and just how much she has us both wrapped around her little fingers.

Daddy and Sunshine camping

Even from this picture, you can see the cuteness even while they sleep when we were camping. I know how much he loves her, how hard he tries, especially when she is “mom-focused”, and how grateful I am when he comes home early so I can escape and go sing a few hours twice a week.

This was one of those moments last night where he and Sunshine were especially cute:

Bath time has become a family affair. We are pretty regimented in our “dinner-change-bath-story time-feed-bed” routine.  This has proven to work for us, and helps Sunshine get to bed pretty early so her mommy and daddy can actually socialize and hang out a bit together. (We tend to go slay Orcs on LOTR-Online, and I have to admit my husband is a very Handsome level 24 Man Captain, while I am just  a lame level 23 Hunter Elf).

Sigh. I digress.  The DOH (dear ‘ole hubby) was taking over the bath time while I got her night-clothes and diaper ready.  I had surreptitiously gotten 2 new bath toys (eco-friendly).

Little Dude and 'Seal of Approval'As you can see, one is a green sea turtle that is also a wash cloth/scrubby toy, and one is a white harbor seal. We were discussing what to name our little toys while giving Sunshine her bath.  We decided on either “Crush”  or “Little Dude” for the sea turtle, as the hubby and I LOVE the movie Finding Nemo.  While I was putting together her clothes I overheard the DOH speaking to Sunshine and playing with the stackable bowls that have holes in the bottoms, and trying to come up with a name for the seal.  It was really so sweet.  When I returned, Sunshine had this big goofy grin on her face, that totally reminds me of her father. The DOH looked up at me with the same grin and said triumphantly, “We came up with a name for the seal!”

I looked at them both, and said “Really! What is it?”

He had that cute mischievous grin, then looked at his daughter.  He showed me the label on the seal, “See. It says ‘Seal of Approval.”  And gave me a wink.

Seriously. Way. Too. Cute. I LOVE this man!