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A letter to my girl

Dear Poppy,

Here’s what I remember about the day you were born:

We’d been at the hospital for about 24 hours, I think. Daddy, Grandma and Grandpa and Papa were there on Sunday evening (they watched a Cubs game and played euchre), and Daddy spent the night there with me.

I didn’t want to take any kind of pain medication, but the nurse gave me something late Sunday night so I could sleep. And on Monday, the anesthesiologist came in to give me the epidural. About 10 minutes later, he was my favorite person in the whole world.

Your daddy was there with me the whole time, until Papa talked him into going downstairs for some coffee. A few minutes later, the doctor came in and said we needed to get you out, that you weren’t responding well to the medicine they’d given me to help you along. I said OK, whatever would be best for you. I signed the papers, your daddy came back in, and we were off.

I remember my mouth was so dry. I remember your daddy peeking over to see them pull you out. I remember him telling me, “I see her.” I remember how time stood still after that until, finally, I heard you cry for the first time and I was at peace.

You make me laugh every day. And so many things you do and things you say, honey, I want to freeze in my mind forever.

  • The way you say, “There she is!” and “Good morning, Mommy!” when I come into your room in the mornings.
  • When you tell me, “I love you, too, honey.”
  • Every last one of your smiles.
  • The way you say “milp-k” rather than “milk.”
  • The expression on your face when you charge at me full-throttle for a hug.
  • The way you try to comfort me whenever you’re upset. “Mommy’s OK,” you say. “Mommy’s just fine.”
  • Your glee at seeing your stuffed “buddies” – Ernie, Mickey Mouse, Grover – in the mornings and after your naps.
  • Your very earnest dancing.
  • Your hugs and kisses.
  • Your enthusiasm.
  • The way we cuddled on the couch tonight before you went to bed. And you said, “Sing ‘Peace Like a River,’ Mommy.” And, “Sing ‘Bear,” Mommy.” And you played with my hair while I sang to you.

I can hardly remember what my life was before you came along. I’m certain that I never imagined having so much joy in my life. I thank God for you every day.

Happy birthday, my peach, my plum, my little bird. I love you more than I can say.

Love,
Mommy

Today is already better than yesterday

I’m a little embarrassed to admit how excited I was roughly 20 minutes ago when I realized that there’s a new episode of “Sesame Street” on today. It seems like they’ve had the same five episodes on rotation for the last year.

But today? It’s the first day of Season 38. And the first skit features Tina Fey with the Bookaneers. Pirate puns abound. Good stuff.

Here are a few things I’m looking forward to from this season:

  • a John Stewart episode.
  • the drama that’s certain to ensue in Episode 4141: Big Bird breaks Elmo’s tricycle!
  • what’s certain to be a fabulous Phil muppet in Episode 4154: The Amazing Alphabet Race.

    Ah, and Brian Williams just said, “That’s not a squid. That’s a French poodle.” This is going to be an awesome season.

    update: Be still my heart. “Rhyme Scene Investigation.” Featuring Joe Doe. A Horatio Caine-based muppet. This is the best “Sesame” ever.

  • A very irritable day

    Today’s been a pip. I’m not sure exactly what’s going on, but it seems like we’ve been saving up all of our Let’s Deal With Irritations chips for today. And so I’m turning into Ranty McRanterson, just for this post.

    1. Our e-mail was down for a good part of yesterday and then again this morning. I’d sent in a support request yesterday afternoon. When I looked at the “ticket history” this morning, though, it said that no one had even looked at the request. So I called the support call center. I was on hold for 40 minutes before they (“they” being either the support center or my cell provider) dropped my call. Oh, I was not pleased.

      After I’d showered and had breakfast, I called again and was only on hold for about 20 minutes. And they found the problem and fixed it pretty quickly. Everything was blue skies and bunny rabbits again.

      Until …

    2. First, a little background: A few weeks ago, around 9:30pm, our floor started to shake. I’m pretty sure we’re not on a fault line here. And even if we were, I don’t think earthquakes are accompanied by any sort of kickin’ guitar riffs. So after about 20 minutes, I went downstairs to ask the neighbors to turn down their stereo. The response wasn’t, “Sorry about that; we’ll turn it down.” Which was sort of what I’d expected. Instead, the girl said, “Oh, are you the one with the little girl? She was running around all morning, and it was really loud.”

      I was a little irritated then, and I’ve been irritated a couple of times when they’ve cranked up the tunes since then. But today, I think steam actually came out my ears.

      One of the downstairs neighbor dropped by this afternoon to say that Poppy “or your dogs or whatever” had been running around for two hours and it was disturbing him. He said he had talked to the property manager about it (I’m not sure when, and I don’t know why he didn’t come up here first) and she told him we were moving out soon. But, he said, he “just couldn’t take it anymore.” Rockford told him he was sorry, but there wasn’t much we could do about it, seeing as we live on the third floor in an apartment with wooden floors. And we have a toddler. To which he responded, “When I was little, I wasn’t allowed to run in the house.”

      I’m glad we’ll be moving soon, because I really don’t know how to respond to such complaints. I’m thinking about suggesting to the property manager that they don’t rent this unit to anyone with children after we leave. I don’t know. What do you think? For now, I’m just chanting “Only two more weeks … two more weeks.”

    3. Rockford had a buy-one, get-one-free coupon for Starbucks that he tried to redeem today. The cashier said he couldn’t use it because he wasn’t ordering two of the same item. Rockford said, “You’re kidding me,” and the girl went to get her manager. “Can you deal with these people?” she asked. “I just can’t take this.”

    We must be putting off some very strange and intolerable vibes today.