Two years ago Anna got to come to Bring Your Child to Work Day. She doesn’t get to do that anymore because of one crochety higher-up,
I attended the lecture three years ago by myself, I checked to make sure it was the 19th lecture back in 2006. I could have sworn I was knitting on the Alpine scarf while waiting for the show to begin. I remember it so clearly, the fine blue yarn getting briefly tangled in the zipper of my purse, the feeling of absolute geekdom of knitting lace while waiting for a chemistry lecture. This blog tells me I didn’t start the scarf until 2007, roughly in April. My brain has become autonomous and is making up its own history.
Claire fell asleep on the way home but when I put her to bed she drowsily insisted on a bed snack. I knew she wouldn’t stay awake long enough to eat so much as a cracker, so I promised I’d bring her something. She was back in dreamland by the time I returned from the kitchen, so I put the cup of dry cereal beside her bed and let her sleep. This morning the first words out of her mouth were, “You left me a bedsnack! I love it! Thanks Mommy!” Behold, I have invented the bedsnack fairy!