“Such a short time you were here,” said Lady Baby, the night before we flew home from our December visit. But we made merry!
On the first day we selected a tree – the tallest ever at Downtown Abbey – and Lady Baby, studying each ornament and determining careful placement, hung hearts, stars, and fluffy owls. We cut out cats, angels, and gingerbread folk to bake and frost and eat. At a lively high school production of a hip-hop “Nutcracker,” Lady Baby might have liked more plot and fewer dance numbers, but she eyed the Mouse King’s every move.
For two days I took her to preschool, and we’d arrive at the little schoolroom in morning darkness to find candle glow, fragrant greenery, and quiet children in a circle around their teacher. In a snow globe moment at pickup time, bundled-up children sledded, squealed, and chased snowflakes to catch on their tongues.
But I treasure most the glimpsed bits of Lady Baby’s thinking: I wouldn’t have known, or ever guessed, that Prudhoe Bay is the best place to get a vegan sandwich (you will remember that Nick, the father of Baby Boy, spends a lot of time in Prudhoe Bay – though he prefers a sausage sandwich).
At the nearby elementary school, Lady Baby climbed the frosty equipment, watched the school’s hardy chickens standing about on one leg (the other tucked into their feathers), and observed “they’d be warmer in their little hut, because they have a light to warm it up.”
Walking home she spotted a dog and its master starting out for a walk. She stopped and stared a minute, then told me “Somebody must really love that sweet puppy.”
We read an animal character version of “A Christmas Carol,” identifying all the animals placed in the familiar Dickens tale, and revisited old favorites like “Mr. Willowby’s Christmas Tree.” Beginning “The Dog Who Found Christmas, a book new to us and discovering Buster abandoned by heartless owners, I said, “Uh oh, this might be sad.” Lady Baby quickly reassured me, “Don’t worry Granna Katy, he’ll find a home by the end.” And so he did.
While Mrs. Hughes and Mr. Carson had a night away, we spent an overnight with Lady Baby – and it seemed a privilege that everything was so normal. Dinner, bath, books, bed – sleeping tight all night – waking up to “Pretend you are the baby tiger and I am the mama, or no I am the baby and you are the mama.”
Her parents, on the other hand, did that thing I remember so well – looking forward to a break and a chance to ski and eat with grown ups – then spending the whole time talking about the almost four-year old at home.
This visit was short – and winter solstice dark – but rich with Christmas magic (“I think Santa might really be a mouse, so he can fit in all the chimneys”), candle light, tree lights, and music – days to savor.
Is everything ready at your house? I wish you such a happy Christmas, abrim with peace, joy, and love!
Oh Katy, I so love your stories of life with Lady Baby, and this one was really fun! I was there with you as you two walked to and from her pre-school, the bedtime ritual. Isn’t this the best!? Thank you for sharing. Love, Jane
Thank you Jane for being such a Lady Baby fan – she is indeed inspiring to me. Have a wonderful week with your crew! xo
Delightful, and happiest of Christmases to you, Katy!
As always, you draw us into your world, where all is artful.
Oh thank you Bonny! Really thinking if you in the most magical of Christmas cities!xo
Sometimes these brief visits are filled with the most magical quality time. I also love to hear about how Lady Baby thinks. So different from my grandsons, and yet they’re all so thoughtful in their own ways. A very happy Christmas to you too and to your visiting family and that other thoughtful sweet baby.
Oh. Katy, it’s alwass so special to read your comments……brings back memories/ Ahappy and Merry Christmas to all of you
What a lovely visit it must have been! You and Lady Baby are blessed with each other.