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Newsletter: Month One-hundred-and-thirty-two.

Dear Miss Eleven,

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That’s you when you were just a few hours old. You didn’t even cry when you were born, which Bossy didn’t consider a blessing in the least. In fact it was Bossy — legs still in the air — who kept hollering in the general direction of her husband, “Are you sure she’s OK?” But you probably didn’t cry because you thought Bossy was making enough noise for the both of you.

Or maybe you were born a cool customer because you knew this guy already had your back:

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He’s your big brother. He was six-years-old and he met you when you were less than an hour old. His was the face you truly studied that first day and he was responsible for your first smile.

Of course you had an extended chance to hang out with your brother before you were born because pregnant Bossy and your brother went camping in Florida for an entire month.

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Bossy and her son and her fetus lived in the World’s Smallest Tent but they didn’t care because it was situated on fine white sand a few yards from a grass carpet a few yards from the Gulf of Mexico. It was here that Bossy waited out her pregnancy, eating fried grouper and peeing, occasionally at the same time.

But back to you.

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When we first brought you home from the hospital it was hectic despite the fact that you were an easy baby and Bossy had lots of help. Lord knows it took at least six hands to periodically change your diaper and with six hands occupied like that who had time to cook? So for a year the family lived on Stouffer’s frozen Macaroni and Cheese. Sometimes they’d even heat it up.

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In no time at all you realized you had a job within the family and the job description went like this: To Be Sunny. The hours stunk and the wage was pathetic but you showed up every day.

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Directly following your first birthday the family moved to a farm in Virginia. The amenities weren’t exactly first-rate but you made the best of it.

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And on this farm you passed the autumn:

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And the winter:

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The following summer you learned to love the beach:

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But you also discovered early on that it’s not all fun and games. Even a toddler is called upon to defend her President when that President is assisted by an intern in the Oval Office.

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Bossy could go on and on about all the intervening years and how swell you are but frankly she just looked at the clock and if she doesn’t wrap this up within the next few minutes you are going to be twelve.

So Happy 11th Birthday, Sunny Sunnerton. You make everything so much brighter.

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Love, Bossy.

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  1. As I was Bloggin around the Blog World… I stubbled upon your blog site. Very Funny.

    What brought me to your site was the name “I AM BOSSY”. I thought, now this sounds like me! LOL

    Lovely pictures of your babies. Funny reads.
    Will visit again soon….

  3. Bossy writes post that makes VUBOQ feel less vicious, forces name change to UBOQ. News at 11.

    Happy Birthday to Sunny McSunnypants!

  5. I love the gentle Dooce satire. I’d rather have you be my mother any day of the week. (I mean than Dooce. My actual mother is quite alright.) Happy birthday to little Sunny Bossy, what a life you’ve led!

  7. Such a sweet Happy Birthday post to your little Sunshine.

    *sigh* Time flies so quickly, if we could only freeze frame them as the fun points for a little longer … (and fast forward through the teens)

  10. Based on the Sunny at the Beach picture, it would appear that Daddy had quite the yummy beach bod! Yay Bossy!

  13. Posts like this make me ache for the daughter we will bring home from China (sometime before I’m too old to pick her up!).

    This was a sweet tribute to your daughter.

    Enjoy the celebration of Miss Sunnerton!

  17. “sometimes they even heated it up” hehe i heart bossy…

    i hope she doesn’t mind i copied her artistic ability on my bloggy..

  21. Happy Birthday, Miss Sunshine!
    And if that wasn’t the cutest baby ever, then I don’t know cute babies! And I do know cute babies.

  22. Oh, Bossy – I think you’re getting sentimental in your old age. It is a lovely post…happy birthday Sunny!

  25. clearly. when i found you…i didn’t stalk you thoroughly enough. because i had no idea A) you were married. or B) you had children. But I knew about Stella. Which considering the connection, was really all I needed to know.

    but wow. bravo to you. any possibility you still have that scrumdili-icious, onesee, Ms. Sunny Sunnerton is sporting in her ‘babys first hours’ photoshoot?

    And if so, would you kindly pay-it-forward as a hand-me-down?

    thanks.

    love, *the SLIGHTLY less hairy stella.

  27. i mean. you never WHAT could happen when you have ‘unprotected sex’ with your HUSBAND.

    babies might happen. babies that need ‘one-sees’ gifted by other cool possibly 11 year old babies.

    okay im done now. and by the way, that picture – the ‘i believe in clinton’ one…is priceless.

  28. never… KNOW..never KNOW is what i meant.

    hate it when that happens.

    okay this time I’m really done.

    *im feeling VERRY Jon Favreau in Swingers at the moment. I’m not THAT GUY? right?

  30. First time to your site… and what a great place it is.

    I love the little pic of your daughter in the eagles sweatshirt…. that’s just adorable.

    I had a baby 5 mths ago… and your post here made my heart sing.

    Happy birthday to your daughter!

  32. Oh my God. This post is going to make me cry. What a beautiful baby Sunny Sunnerton was! And your photos are just great.

    I’m am going to *die* over that photo of her at the beach from the back. Those legs! Oh my God!

    All the photos are great, Mom Bossy.

    Happy, Happy birthday to Bossy Jr.!

  33. no bossy. not yet. it’s not time. yet. although i would welcome an accident.

    and that onesee. just make sure you wrap it in something inconspicious. write YARN PORN in big letters on the box. he’ll have nothing to do with that.

  34. Bossy gives me hope that when mine start turning 11, they’ll be alright. Although I may need a glass of wine (or 11) to help realize I have a pre-teen on my hands.

  40. What’s your point anyway? To make me cry? To overwhelm me with love for my own children? Make me go wake them up so I can tell them so? And then have us wake unrested and hating each other, because I did that? And have it be your fault? Bossy?

  41. Beautiful tribute, yes. Beautiful pictures, yes. Seriously! But. . . .

    40 comments, and no one else was slightly disturbed that an 11 year old may read about a “blow job”?

    Methinks it a bit disturbing, but this may indeed be the point of Bossy’s blog? Everyone else seems to “get” that. 🙂

  43. Hi Bossy,

    I know there are already plenty of fans in the i am bossy brigade but just wanted to let you know that I’ve nominated you for a Rockin’ Girl Blogger Award. Because your blogs sometimes make me pee in my underwear a little bit. Only a teaspoonful. Not a full burst or anything like that.

  49. Just found your site today. This post brought me to tears. (I’m not psycho, just that time of the month.)
    The Clinton pic is my fave.
    I’m hooked.

  50. Deborah Palfrey deserves the Pemberton Award for Good Governance.
    Palfrey list is like the black book of 1918.
    That trial of the century is deleted from all books.
    The list there had 47000 names.
    The list here is 46000 phone records.
    The listed are not womenizers or machos or ordinary sinners.
    They are power brokers, gay lutheran agitators of all wars.
    These wretches are only one dirty cover for the real pimps deep underground.
    A curse on kingpins, Justice Charles Darling then and judge Adolph Kessler now.

    Noel Pemberton-Billing
    Trial of the Century 1918