Some moms cherish rocking their baby back to sleep at 3 AM — the quiet of the house, the sweet smell of the baby’s neck, a moment of snugly peace. Me? Not so much. I cherish my sleep. I also madly cherish my daughter’s refrigerator art. Behold!
And yes, that is in fact the turkey that has been up since Thanksgiving. But it is the very best hand turkey I have ever seen and I can’t bear to take it down. Now the turkey has company! Like this abstract interpretation of nap time. Notice how the pink and green work to create a feeling of comfort and sleep while the orange mirrors the loss of missing out on play time.
Next we have a shamrock. A BEDAZZLED shamrock. Do I need to explain the searing brilliance of glitter? I think not.
And, hello! Hand tulips! Note the precise placement of the fingers to mimic petals. GENIUS!
Here is the piece de resistance, “Duck”. Notice the vertical placement of the feathers — a subtle commentary on hope and freedom as represented by flight.
Finally, you are probably wondering, Hey, what is that thing in the upper left corner of the fridge that doesn’t look like art? Well, it’s a Scrabble score sheet in which I, J, beat my mother-in-law, N. My MIL is also known as The Scrabble Goddess. It is rare that I beat her. It is rare that anyone beats her. So, although this game occurred about 6 months ago, the proof of my amazing Scrabble victory shall remain a prominent feature of our kitchen until the paper disintegrates. Or until I laminate it.
And yes, I am a very gracious winner. For the record, I am a mom who cherishes sleep, my daughter’s refrigerator art, and VICTORY.