Thursday, November 18, 2010

Customer Service

Dear Elderly Cashier at Joann's,

Thank you for your interest in my child's welfare. When you addressed my baby with your snarky remark of "maybe your mom should make you a hat!" you must have been quite concerned regarding her health and well being. I'm sure you felt that she was inadequately attired in her sweater, pants, socks, and the wrap comprised of numerous layers of jersey fabric which attached her to my torso. In response, I would like to bring your attention to two facts of which you may not have been previously aware:

1. Unlike the coal burning stoves of your day, modern electricity allows consistent heat distribution indoors ensuring a comfortable temperature for all.

2. Despite what you were taught by your then considered wise elders, pneumonia doesn't spontaneously occur in babies when they are dressed below the point of perspiration.

Doing It My Way

I wrote this letter in my mind as I walked to the car with my sack of fabric. I was contemplating yet another lesson I've learned in the past three months: insinuating that I'm a bad mom is the ultimate insult. Why do women do this to each other? I opened the car door and, miscalculating Amelia's position in the wrap relative to the car...smack! The door hit my darling baby's sweet bald head. She immediately began to wail as I juggled consoling her, gently kissing her owie, and trying to get her out of the carrier. She hadn't been hit really hard, but firmly enough to simultaneously crush my heart while leaving a little red mark on her noggin.

For the first time that day, I wished she had been wearing a hat.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Tuesday Nap

Today I put Amelia down for her afternoon nap. Only it wasn't the typical cross your fingers and hope she stays down for more than 15 minutes nap. She barely even twitched when I lay her in the center of our bed. The sound of my footsteps in the room resulted in no rustling or squaking. It was quickly apparent that this sleep suggested serious napping business, which meant I would be free to get things done uninterrupted and with both hands.

I could have loaded the dishwasher.
Or put some clothes in the wash.
I might have cleaned out the pantry.
Or made some bread.
I should have finished a patient chart from last week.
Likely I would have worked on one of my many projects involving fabric and an over-the-top idea.

But then I would have missed out on mid-dream smiles.

And eyelashes that seem to have erupted overnight.

So instead I stretched out next to my little girl. And slept like a baby.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Amelia's First Halloween

I'm not big on lawn ornaments. Ranging from decorative flowers to crude 2D women with bloomers showing, I'm sometimes confused by what the homeowner hopes to convey. Perhaps if I owned an airstream trailer in a warm climate I might consider a pink flamingo or two, but I've never seen a lawn ornament that would quite fit in front of our current home.

But then I saw this little munchkin. Chubby cheeks, pointy hat, and curled beard. Dubbed "Gnomelia" she seems mischevious and magical.

Maybe our house could use a few garden gnomes after all!