Honey. I found your soul-mate. If you want to you should read his blog. Mel Mel, you would especially love the page called “Wham!”
11 Months February 8, 2009
Dear Cass,
Do you remember that movie Tremors? The one with Reba McEntire? About the big snake like creatures that burrowed under ground and ruptured to the surface from beneath to devour people? I’m pretty sure this is your best impression of that.
It’s a pretty good impression if I do say so myself.
You are so lovely.
And so silly.
I’m trying to bottle up my sentimentality because I know in just one short month you will be a year old. You will no longer be an infant. You will be a toddler. Just typing the words makes me misty eyed.
I’ve been working with you trying to teach you to hold up one finger when some asks you, “How old are you?” Instead you hold up all 10 fingers and cackle at me and then cry for more oatmeal. Because the only time I get to work with you on things like that is when you are in your high chair. Only lately you’ve been crying every time I try to talk to you while you’re eating. You’ve made it pretty clear that you don’t need to me to talk; you just need me to shovel it on in. Boy, you really love your oatmeal.
Does oatmeal change your diapers? Does oatmeal rock you to sleep? Will oatmeal comfort you at 2am when you wake up in a panic? Does oatmeal take you to see Gamma and does oatmeal let you play with Posey?
No.
But it does keep you regular.
Here’s a picture of you and your BFF Posey. Where I find one of you, I shall there find the other.
A few questions I have for you:
How’d you get your arm out of your sweatshirt?
How did get such blonde hair and blue eyes?
What in the world do you think you’re smiling at?
Why in the world are you crying?
And why won’t you grow hair on the sides of your head?
Baby, you are full of mischief and wonder. Let me tell you a little secret. You may look just like your Daddy, but dadblastit, if you don’t act just like me. Girl. We have a long road ahead of us. You have become defiant and more than willing to suffer your punishment so that you can do what you want. Cass. Baby. I get it. I do. But right now you don’t. You think you want something that you really don’t want. I know because I’ve been there. I know what it’ll do to you. I know that when you get what you want you’ll be burned. You’ll cry in pain. You’ll wish you’d never had it.
So I’m telling you again, like I tell you everyday: Stay away from the heater. Do not touch the heater.
Don’t test me, Sweetheart. I don’t want to discipline you. But I will.
Cause I’m your Mama and I love you.
Gary Busey and Little Richard Sitting in a Tree February 5, 2009
Cass, today you turned 11 months old. I will have your birthday letter up soon. A womp bomp a loo bomp a bomp bam boom.
If You Want Your Own Celebrity “Lookalikes” February 4, 2009
Go here. But be careful. It’s a brutal world out there on the world wide web.
Gary Busey Is My Daddy February 3, 2009
So my self-esteem just took a major hit.
And I cannot get the image of Scott dressed in Lara Flynn Boyle’s worst dress ever out of my head.
I don’t know how to photoshop anything but you can just imagine his head on that body.
Tonight I will cry alone on the couch, eat a gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream and a box of bonbons, and Scott will run around without his shirt on breaking things while screaming in a deep tone to prove his masculinity.
Welcome to the Dunn Show.
Another Mini-Blog January 23, 2009
I swear I actually have some blogs to put up but here’s another snippet from my brain for all of you to ponder in your hearts for a while.
I just saw a preview for Kings. A new NBC series that will premiere March 15 at 8/7c. I read from Relevant Magazine that it’s a “modern day twist on the story of King David”.
I’ve loved David’s character for a long time. He was so good and so bad. And I like that in a person.
Can’t wait for this series.
I have to go, for the child in my life is pushing the coffee table across the living room. (You wonder why I quit blogging. It was cause my child started walking!)
My New Fantasy January 21, 2009
My absence in blogging is not for lack of things to say. It’s because I don’t have the time I wish for to organize my thoughts. My mind is becoming increasingly busy. Hopefully, I’ll pick up the blogging thing again soon, but until then, here’s a new fantasy of mine.
I want to ride this to church and watch people admire it in the parking lot. 
And then I’d attach a basket to the handlebars and ride it like a shopping cart scooter through the aisles of Walmart collecting my Caesar salad, oatmeal and organic carrots in my basket while people wish they too had a wooden bike. And I’ll smile and wave at them as I check out. I’ll even let them stroke the wood grain of my new bike. That would be a good world.
Grin.
In other news, I spent half of last weekend with this guy.
Cass has never had so much fun. I’m still in recovery.
The Office, 30 Rock, Arrested Development January 16, 2009
I just dropped Cass off at Mother’s Day Out. For those of you who don’t have kids, Mother’s Day Out is commonly abbreviated MDO so I will probably call it that from here on out because it’ll save me a couple of seconds that are vital for me to continue doing nothing while eating Oreos. Also, it’ll make me look like I fit in with the rest of the Mommy Crowd, and I need all the help there I can get.
But that’s another blog.
This has to be short because I have a long t0-do-list awaiting me.
Are you watching The Office and 30 Rock? I certainly hope you are. Because in a world without Arrested Development, The Office and 30 Rock are the only things that give me hope for sitcoms. Therefore, I wanted to let you all know that I laughed so hard that I cried last night when I heard Oscar say, “It’s a Prius. It’s silent if he keeps it under 5 miles and hour. He deserves to win.”
Also, I heard yesterday that the Arrested Development movie has a green light and that Michael Cera is the only person not signed on for the project. Somebody’s gotten a little too big for his Bluth britches.
One more thing. Tina Fey is pure genius and my favorite celebrity by a katrillon points. The end.
Please go watch the first episode of Arrested Development if you haven’t seen it. I have the first season and I’ll let you borrow it if you’ll watch it. It’s golden.
10 Months January 5, 2009
Dear Cass,
You are a sweet little monkey.
The other day you feel asleep in bed with me and Daddy. You were right in between us and we were trying to be as quiet as we could so we wouldn’t wake you up. Daddy looked at me in disbelief and mouthed the words, “We have a baby!” Yes. Yes indeed. We do. It’s still surreal. Are you a dream? My worst fear is that you are. That there may be some point in my life I have to be without you.
But I will not let my imagination run rampant…that would only lead to useless pain and worry. Instead I will enjoy you to the extent that I know how. I will try to remember that next time you act like I’ve killed a puppy right in front of you just because I set you down for a moment or I change your diaper. I understand you don’t want to be bothered with the trivial things like not being held and hygiene, and believe me when I say I UNDERSTAND AND TOTALLY AGREE. I cry when Daddy changes my diaper.
What?
It was a big month for you, Little Mama. You’re looking more and more like a toddler and less like a baby every day. I suppose that’s appropriate considering you are actually a toddler now WHAT WITH ALL THE WALKING! You, little girl, are taking several steps at a time now. I have a bone to pick with you now because you won’t walk to me, even if you’d only have to take two steps. You will get down on your hands and knees and scoot half and inch and put your arms in the air so I’ll pick you up. Do you know how much effort that takes? But you will gladly walk to Dad even if you have to walk half way across the living room. What is that about? What? Do you want to go in time-out? Cause that’s where you’re headed. On the balls of your little feet.
Speaking of time-outs, eh hem…you have become quite the protester of rules. I must say, I’m very proud.
And also, you’ve had more time outs this months than I had planned. You have this thing for a certain lamp that you knocked over and sent a short circuit throughout half the house and it messed up our router and now we don’t have wireless and so now you have a lamp to knock over and wires to get tangled up in and a gas heater to point at and see if me or Daddy will yell at you first and on top of that you made me write this horrible run on sentence.
This life is hard. The world is harsh. Let’s just stay indoors and look at it through a glass window.
I’m sure there are many people who think that I should just “redirect” you. Have they met you, Cass? Because any member of my family could tell them that you can’t be redirected. You’ll just take the toy I offered you and head back to the one I took you away from, thank you very much.
You eat big people food now. I still give you some pureed things, too, but you have really enjoyed getting to try new things. You finally ate an avocado after 5 months of rejection! (That should encourage you other mothers not to give up trying new foods!) You like parsnips, carrots, potatoes, sweet potatoes, peas, bananas, gumbo, rice, monkey bread, biscuits, asparagus, sugar cookies and cheesecake and ice cream. Last but not lease, you have loved yourself some spaghetti.
I title this next one “A Sacrifice to the Spaghetti Gods”.
Thank you for being a good eater, Cass. Trying new things is one of the few things that I will demand of you. You don’t have to like it, you just have to try it. What if Dad and I end up overseas and the food is completely different? What if something happens and we can’t afford anything but brussel sprouts? What if global warming kills all the chickens in the world and we have to live on tofu? Mostly I just think food snobs are rude and inconsiderate.
Good eater you may be, but good sleeper you are not. You just keep psyching us out with your random night of full sleep. You’ve had 4 or 5 of them so I know it’s possible, but Cassidy Carter, my New Year’s resolution was to get a full night of sleep on New Year’s Eve. We ended up seeing each other all night long.
What is up with that?
I do not take pictures of you at 3 in the morning. I would if it would make you sleep.
Thankfully Daddy was here to rock you to sleep for your nap time over Christmas break.
You have six teeth. Have I told you that?
This picture was taken the day Dad and I went Christmas shopping for a few people. You were very good. You didn’t fuss at all that day and we were so proud of you.
You got so much for Christmas I thought about putting a cap on your gifts for next year. We’ll see.
I think you felt the same way.
This is your Daddy the Sith Lord.
The Sith Lord is rocking you to sleep in your room right now. I hope you both know how much I love you.
Love, Mama
