The Up and Down
If I had a logbook it would go something like this:
I worked from home again today. After lunch we took the baby to the library. We got peppermint mochas from the little cafe. Then he played with puzzles in the children's section while I answered emails. On the wayback to the car he rode in my lap in the wheelchair and I buried my nose in his hair and felt like everything was right with the world.
The four-year-old bought Christmas presents from the little gift shop at his preschool and insisted on giving them to us early. He got me a snowman that says "World's Coolest Mom," his dad a flashlight, the baby a stuffed lion.
The boys took forever to eat their dinner tonight because they kept making each other laugh.
Afterward I fed the baby a tangerine. We listened to Christmas carols and played "barbecue" at the Bat-Cave. The four-year-old scribbled in my journal. I pretended to read. He was astonished: "You can read up and downs?"
"Of course," I said.
He scribbled three long lines. "I wrote down what I'm afraid of at nighttime. You read it to me."
We got a bill from the hospital today. My broken ankle cost $16K. Thank goodness for health insurance.