Thanks for everyone's concern!  Sonyea is doing much better.  Still have no idea why she was vomitting so much, but she has hardly lost anything since late last night.  We think that was because she drank too much. Today, she only spit up a little bit... so who knows what the problem was. <knock on wood it's over> 

Sonyea helped Mommy make dinner tonight, she sat in her snuggli while Mommy chopped veggies and cooked turkey.  It was the cutest thing ever.  She put her right hand on mommy's hand while she was chopping and browning the meat.  Then she started giggling.  Only problem is that she got some onion in her mouth because it was on mommy's fingers and she put them in Sonyea's mouth because she was upset about teething.  Not a very good taste!  We got a washcloth very wet and cold and used that to chew on instead of the yucky fingers!  The teething tablets seem to work really well also. 

This was sent to me via email from a mommy friend of mine.  Thought I would share it here. 

JUST A MOM?

A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.


"What I mean is," explained the recorder,
"do you have a job or are you just a......?"

"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.


"I'm a Mom."

"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it,"
said the recorder emphatically.


I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the
same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.

The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like,
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."


"What is your occupation?" she probed.

What made me say it?
I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child De velopment and Human Relations."

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right.


I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest,
"just what you do in your field?"

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research,
[what mother doesn't)
in the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more chal lenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are
more of a satisfaction rather than just money."

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than
"just another Mom." Motherhood!


What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations"
and great grandmothers
"Executive Senior R esearch Associates"?
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts
"Associate Research Assistants".

Sonyea worked really hard today to roll over from her back to her belly.  She was 99.99% of the way there.  See the video page for her montage of rolling over.  We were rooting her on, even giving her a few pushes.  Mommy was super happy, but sad at the same time to see her baby girl growing up before her eyes. 

Today was Memorial day, we went to her first parade.  She slept for the beginning of it then woke up in time to see a very good marching band.  Mommy told her she can join the marching band and she'll teach Sonyea how to be the best baton twirler in her school.  She can lead the band! We also learned that we were age discriminated!!  We didn't get as much candy as the kids next to us because Sonyea didn't have as many teeth as they did and couldn't run up to get the candy.  Mommy and daddy did get a lot of candy though.  Love the toosie rolls!

I'm a lucky baby!  Mommy and Daddy bought me a Bumbo seat today.  I didn't get to try it until the next day because I was very tired when we got home and just wanted to go to bed.  See the photo section for more cute pics of me sitting in my Bumbo!  I think I like it!