391st Friday Blog Roundup
I had to go into the storage room this week to get our microscope because Christy gave me this really cool science project to try; extracting DNA from strawberries. (And it worked, it really worked!) We bought this microscope in 2002 to examine my saliva for ferning. I was in that time period before you actually get to the RE, but the appointment has been made, and you’re trying things such as green tea and Robitussin and spitting on slides. I packed it up in 2003 and put it in the basement.
So I went down to get it from the basement and inside the box was my unopened Lego Harry Potter sorting hat set. It has since been discontinued, but I bought two of them back in 2001, one that I left unopened and the other that I kept on my desk. I liked to use it as an ice breaker when a student had to meet with me because, let’s say, they plagiarized their paper. Before we spoke, I would have them spin it and see which house they were sorted into and then say something like, “huh… you got Ravenclaw… that’s really interesting because plagiarizing is a pretty bone-head move, and I think Rowena Ravenclaw would be pretty horrified with you right now.”
Oh sorting hat.
The thing is, I don’t know where the opened sorting hat is. It’s probably also somewhere in the basement. But that would mean opening up and unpacking dozens of boxes to find a small ziplock bag filled with Legos. But part of me doesn’t want to open this second set… and I have no idea why. I would never get rid of it. (Actually, who am I kidding. If someone offered to pay the Wolvog’s college tuition, I’d part with it.) We want to use it. And yet instead of gleefully tearing off the top and setting it up, it has been sitting in limbo on the kitchen table since mid-week.
Would you let me sort you if I opened my Lego Harry Potter sorting hat?
The ChickieNob cried this week because her brother started reading the same book she was reading. They don’t have a lot of book crossover with the exception of the stuff we read together. They both like biographies, but don’t want to read about the same people. The Wolvog has read every Magic Tree House and the ChickieNob is more partial to Sister Magic and American Girl Doll books. The ChickieNob has been making her way through the Junie B Jones series this spring, and this week, the Wolvog decided to read them as well. And this is devastating to her.
I tried to explain to her the concept of a book club, and how people purposefully choose to read books together and discuss them. She could not wrap her brain around this, and kept saying, “I would not like that at all. Only one person is supposed to be known as the person reading the book.” Daddy has erudite American history books, and Mommy has smutty 50 Shades of Grey, and the Wolvog has his Magic Tree House books, and THE CHICKIENOB CLAIMS THE JUNIE B JONES SERIES HANDS OFF.
I don’t know — would you rather be the only person around who has read a book (and feel special because of it?) or would you rather read a book as a group?
And now the blogs…
But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week as well as the week before. In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:
- “Don’t Ignore” (The Misadventures of Missohkay)
- “Don’t Ignore: The Secret Life of the American Infertile” (Too Many Fish to Fry)
- “The Scar Remains” (My Life After Loss)
- “Just Ask” (Stirrup Queens) — thank you, Lori!
Okay, now my choices this week.
Lessons from an Infertile Social Worker has a post about the first time she breastfed her son after her son’s birthmother gave her the go-ahead in the hospital. I really loved reading through the moment, feeling the power of that act through the screen. She writes, “The first time I breastfed my son, I cried. It was perfect. He was perfect. He was my child. I was finally a momma.” It’s a great post.
Breathe Gently has a post about how she was feeling after retrieval and the fertilization report. It is a post about sinking into doubt and then finding a way out of it back into hope. She writes of transfer: “Tomorrow we’re going to transfer an embryo, something that we created. It may stick, it may not, but we’re having a go. And isn’t this what the goal has been all along? To give ourselves, and our potential baby, a chance?” I had a huge smile by the last line.
Multimama tells a story about why we shouldn’t judge others. She admits about the new mother in her playgroup: “She was skinny and I, feeling fat in post-baby mode, felt a flash of jealousy. In that moment, and for no good reason at all, I made a whole set of assumptions–that she had gotten easily pregnant with the cute little boy at her side, that we wouldn’t have much in common.” Of course, they do have a lot in common, though that wouldn’t have been discovered if she hadn’t set those preconceived notions aside.
Edenland has an amazing post about the changes afoot in her house. I think it’s incredible to watch someone jump, to have them allow you to see that initial step. And how breathtaking is this ending when they come home from their respective trips: “In Africa I bought myself a red wooden mask. In Mexico, Dave bought himself a green ceramic mask. We then met each other back at home. And took them off.”
Lastly, Family Building with a Twist has a post about her son’s first day at daycare. I cried reading this post, my preschool woes still pretty fresh in my mind (my G-d, do y’all remember when I hid in the library?) It’s a bittersweet post about your child growing up and inviting the rest of the world in.
The roundup to the Roundup: Should I open the Harry Potter sorting hat (and would you let me sort you)? Do you like to be the only person reading a book? And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between April 27th and May 4th) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week? Read the original open thread post here.