Rose: “Mom, there’s a ton of new snow!”
“Mabel’s not happy about this!”
“What? Why not?”
Rose cups her hand around the side of her mouth and says, “Shoveling snow in the driveway.”
As I come downstairs, I hear Dean tell Mabel, “Saying you hope it doesn’t snow on your birthday is called ‘tempting fate.'”
“You mean like saying ‘Don’t chase us, Daddy. Don’t chase us . . . ”
“Yes, like that.”
(It’s not Mabel’s birthday today, but it’s coming up.)
Unrelatedly, how about that episode of The Office last night? Besides being very funny (although I was almost in physical pain watching Dwight demolish Jim and Pam’s kitchen) it captured some aspects of my birth experiences I’ve never seen portrayed before. In particular, the scenes about trying to get a baby to nurse were SO familiar. I cried the first time Pam finally got the baby to nurse, and cried harder when she got her actual baby to nurse. (I even found that plot twist plausible, considering the effects of extreme postpartum exhaustion. When Henry was born they briefly put him in the NICU for an IV to get his blood sugar up, and when I came in to hold him, I walked straight for the wrong cradle. I really thought it was Henry, but when they pointed me toward my actual Henry’s bassinet, he looked completely different from the baby I’d been about to pick up. It was a very shocking and distressing feeling that I might not recognize my own baby. His hospital bracelets also kept slipping off his skinny wrists and ankles, so in moments of extreme postpartum-like exhaustion I still sometimes wonder if he’s my flesh and blood. Since, you know, he looks nothing like us.) Watching the show, I also felt very grateful that the staff on my hospital’s postpartum recovery floor is mostly female. I have no idea how I would respond to a male lactation consultant–it’s bad enough having the female nurses try to helpfully shove your n*pple into your baby’s mouth.
Mabel is upstairs yelling that the snow is her Primary chorister’s fault because they sang “Once There Was a Snowman” last Sunday, and “every time we sing that song, it snows!”
Last night I was thinking that my flower bed full of crocuses would survive the snow, but that was when it still looked like it would melt off quickly. I didn’t even get a good photo of the crocuses. They sure were pretty. (Dean says he thinks they’ll survive if it doesn’t get too cold at night. Fingers crossed.)
In a feat of prophecy by our school’s schedulers, my kids already had the day off from school today. Maybe I should ask the schedulers for stock picks.