Gratuitous cute Harry picture having nothing to do with this post.
Three days before Christmas in the post office parking lot, the middle aged man in the yarmulke eyed me with what appeared to be shock. And maybe a touch of horror.
He stood there for a moment, and I wasn't sure what he wanted, but finally: "Can I help you?" he asked.
At first I thought he was judging me, critical of the fact that I left the ridiculous double stroller a few feet away (with the babies in it) on the curb in front of the car while I unstrapped Ellie from her car seat. But it turned out it wasn't judgement at all. It was just the usual shock and awe at the circus act that is us.
It was a welcome switch-up from the always original "Well you have your hands full!"
And as much as I appreciate the ever-popular "God bless you" (another common phrase our brood elicits), that one doesn't get packages mailed either.
"Oh, we're OK, I'm..." I paused. What the hell was I saying? This man was being kind. I had three good-sized boxes to get from the car to the post office, one well-meaning but often ineffectual four-year-old and oh, those babies. And that stroller.
"You know what? You can carry my boxes," I said.
Let me pause to say I'm a very independent person. Sometimes, to a fault. I'm the Queen of "I Got This." I don't think it's any coincidence that one of Leo's new favorite phrases is "I'm fine." I must say it a lot.
Well guess what? In the last few months I've learned a very important lesson. Take help where you can get it. Because you know what? These days? I don't always got this.
In other news, we have a roller!
Last night I left the room for a moment with Lucy on her back on her little play mat and returned to find her on her belly. I was a little disappointed that I missed her First Roll. So I left the room again. And when I returned, she'd rolled over again! And I missed it again! Now, she's what I like to refer to as a "Rolling Fool." Girl can't stay in one position for longer than a few minutes, she rolls any chance she can.
Today Ellie asked me if angels are real and if we can see them. Then she asked me if God makes the weather. Seriously I did not know this parenting gig was going to involve such profound questions, so early on. It feels like such a huge responsibility to have these little people who basically believe everything I say. (For the record I told her angels are real but you don't know who they are when you meet/see them, that they don't have wings or halos). And then I got a little teary.
Speaking of angels, I'll just never get tired of taking pictures of this.
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