Fire house pictures are next; I promise. But I really, really wanted to share this next group of shots first. They may not look like much to the casual observer, but I know full well there ain’t a casual observer among us in this crowd, so I trust you’ll understand my enthusiasm.
While the various apple pastries were baking and I was cleaning up the detritus of the process, Brooke came into the kitchen and made an announcement.
“It’s time for Happy Mother’s Day!” she declared.
I told her that sounded great and turned back to the sink. She went to work preparing.
I was half-aware as she reached up onto the counter and took a cupcake from the tin. I was only sort of paying attention as she rooted around in the drawer where we keep the birthday candles. But she certainly had me rapt when she handed me the lighter and said, “You will light them so we can sing.”
Apparently, we were not messing around.
And so, of course we lit them.
And Brooke and I sang a rousing rendition of “Happy Mother’s Day to you (me)!”
But since we really wanted to go visit these guys instead of having them visit us ..
We not only blew out the candles immediately, but doused the smoldering remains of the inferno with water just to be sure.
So why does this all matter so much? Well, any chance you remember me telling you about that first evaluation with the Doctor Who Apparently Got A Crystal Ball with her Harvard Degree ? If not, I’d ask you to click onto the words in blue and read the post, then come on back. Take your time. I’m happy to wait. It’s worth it, because it will make this next part a whole lot sweeter.
You see, a big part of the premise for the Doctor Who Apparently Got A Crystal Ball Along With Her Harvard Degree’s assessment was the fact that Brooke had failed pretty spectacularly in the pretend play and joint attention portions of the evaluation. When presented with a birthday party play scheme, if I recall correctly she banged the plastic cake against the plastic plate. She didn’t respond at all to the doctor’s prompts to ‘light the candles’ or to ‘sing Happy Birthday’. She didn’t blow out the pretend flame nor did she seem to have the slightest interest in nor understanding of why anyone would want to pretend to eat the pretend cake.
So there were quotes. There were words like these:
“Child presents with a marked lack of joint attention. There is no attempt to share enjoyment or engage with others. “
“Child has no discernible play skills.”
Well, now there’s a kid who comes into the kitchen to engage her Mama in the shared enjoyment of a play scheme born entirely of her own imagination.
And there’s a mom who once again sends up a silent prayer that somewhere there’s a doctor with a defunct crystal ball who can hear her saying, “Oh yeah, whatdaythink now, doc?”