I’ve been melting down over the details of life. As you know, my phone crashed into the toilet and all my contacts apparently swam down the drain. Then, I had the absolutely brilliant idea to sell something on ebay. What a windfall, I thought! Finally, we’ll put a huge chunk of cash into our girls’ college savings funds. Except for a slight miscalculation in shipping.
I sold this baby carrier which turned out to be a very awkward shape. My husband and I logged about 5 man hours just finding a box to tape around that too-long-for-a-normal-box backpack thing. By the time I wrapped it all up, it looked so ghetto. I’m now convinced the buyers are going to completely diss my ebay reputation. I’ll never get in with the cool ebay kids now.
So I schlep that pathetic, dilapidated box to the post office and the clerk charges me a number of surcharges because of the awkward, too ginormous shape. End of ebay story: I netted 17 dollars. But forget about coming up with other ways to pay for my toddlers’ college educations. There’s no time. Because a baby is MIA.
We are talking a baby doll. 1 year-old Summer’s favorite. I can’t even get it out of her hands long enough to wash it. oh baby, that baby could really use a bath. Now what she needs is a GPS system. We know it’s in the apartment because I put it in her crib at nap time. We search. We ransack. We pillage. Nothing.
My husband and I become obsessed. We live in 1,200 square feet. There are only so many places to look. We pitifully search the same spots over and over again as if the baby doll will use her plastic head super powers to suddenly become visible to adults. I search places that even I need a chair to reach. Why would she leave us? Wasn’t she happy?
I am particularly panicked over bedtime. Not Summer. The girl is completely chill. She doesn’t want any replacement doll (we have plenty to offer). She goes to sleep without much fuss, with no baby doll hand to hold. I am sadder than she is.
Enter the doctor. A friend of ours happens to give Summer a belated birthday present the very next day. It’s a doctor baby doll. And this gal is macked out with a headband, blond ponytails, a beeper and stethoscope. She sings some loud, strange song about helping people as she runs down the street when she hears the beep, beep, beep. I’m horrified. Summer is intrigued. She spends the day tightly holding doctor baby’s hand.
Never underestimate the powers of a jealous doll. Suddenly, the original baby turns up.
I find it. Rick finds it, right there on Summer’s window, hidden behind the shade. Didn’t we look there 16 times? I guess not. That night, Summer sleeps holding both baby dolls’ hands. Her universe has expanded.
3 year-old Dylan and I could really learn something from that gal. We are more prone to sweat the crumb-like, much smaller-than-a-missing-baby-doll stuff. We are both pledging to be more big picture and wait for the universe to expand and provide its riches. Or at least that’s what Dylan told me this morning.
mama bird notes
Planning a trip soon? Contributing mama Daphne Biener gives her colorful review of a recent trip to Mexico. Let’s just say, she gives you a whole lot more than you’ll find in any Fodor’s Cancun guide. Click on contributing mamas to read more.
Don’t forget to comment and send a post to a friend on the mama bird diaries this week. It’s all you gotta do to enter to win cool, free stuff from Little Green Star, Butterfly Buggas, “Daughter of the Bride” by Francesca Segrè, Herbal Serenity Show of Hands Instant Manicure and Sephora. For the dishy details, see posts from earlier this week.
Finally, for nyc mamas, the mom, of one of Dylan’s classmates, is in desperate need of a bone marrow transplant. Lisa Flynn Gershowitz, the mother of two young children, was recently diagnosed with Acute Myelogenous Leukemia. Despite 6 weeks of chemo, she is not in full remission. It is now critical for her to have a bone marrow or stem cell transplant. Finding a donor match is her only chance. You can get tested this Saturday (The most likely match will be from European Ashkenazi descent). They swab your inner cheek and it only takes a few minutes.
Saturday, January 19
The Jewish Community Center
334 Amsterdam Avenue between 75th and 76th streets
Thank you mamas!