Niki is my hero for other reasons too: She leaves me good voice mails like, “We just had a near princess experience!” and she always has extra snacks to share with Zoey. Niki also knows everything there is to know about any medical condition. And if she doesn’t know enough she will google it and email you a summary of the results. Thanks to Niki I now know that when one coughs up green stuff it’s actually part of the esophagus that has sluffed off. Nice.
Niki has never once lectured me about how I should make all of Zoey’s baby food or I how I should cart Zoey around in a sling to foster attachment. When I tell Niki some of the worst of the worst that goes on at our house (“Zoey sucked on Gilmore’s nose after he was sniffing his own poop!”) Niki responds calmly with a story of equal horror (“Charlotte ate a piece of cat litter yesterday”). And when Niki, her husband, and Charlotte were all over for dinner and they witnessed Zoey tumbling off the couch due to our lack of parenting skills, Niki didn’t get all judgey or grab Charlotte and run screaming from our house, instead she just helped us comfort Zoey.
Recently, Niki may have done something that elevates her from Hero status to Goddess. She made Zoey a dress (see it here). Made it. We had been at a consignment sale where a hopeful but delusional seamstress was selling pillowcase dresses for $28. Niki saw the dress, we both mocked the price, and then Niki said, “I could totally make this. Oh, it is sooooo on!” And then she made 2 of them — one for Charlotte and one for Zoey.