At Gal Smiley’s preschool, there is a boy in her class, Sir Excitable. Sir E is Gal Smiley’s age, that is to say almost 4 years old. He has a little sister who is almost 2 years old. His mother just had twins, a girl and a boy. That’s a full household!

All winter long, Mrs. Carl Sagan and I would see this poor pregnant lady, pregnant with twins, trudge into the school with her not-quite-two daughter, and wrestle with her not-quite-four son to get him to sit still long enough to get his coat on so he could go home, and feel so, so horrified for her. For starters, one of the reasons why we considered not having a third was the fear that it would be twins, which we thought we really could not handle, so that was all scary. And secondly, I know exactly what it is like to have to try to control two kids in the chaos that is preschool pickup time while heavily pregnant, and it’s crazy. I think most of the moms at the school understood how hard it was for her and everyone was always trying their best to help out by getting Sir E dressed or corralling her daughter or offering her a chair.

Anyway, she finally had the twins two weeks ago, by C-section.

And today? She was at the school for drop off. With all four children.

Okay, this woman clearly has some powerful reserves of strength of which I cannot even dream. How is it possible that, exactly two weeks after major surgery, she is a) getting all four kids, including two newborn babies, into car seats and out of the house; b) driving them all somewhere; c) lifting the babies in their car seats out of the van because Sir E, sitting in the back row, can’t get out unless one of the baby seats is removed; d) rushing home to feed two babies and do something with her daughter before; e) repeating the process at pickup?

I believe I have revealed a major scoop. SHE IS SUPERWOMAN. Call Perry White!

So today, in my ongoing quest to record things that have happened to us that are lucky, I would like to say that I feel really, really fortunate that the Wee One was NOT twins, that did NOT have a job that required him to go back to work two weeks after I had a C-section, that I have two sisters who were able to come over all the time during my recovery period to cook and clean and entertain my older two kids, that when the Wee One was born, it was summer and we did not have a school schedule to maintain.

Lucky, lucky, lucky.