Pray!

A week or two ago, Firstborn picked up an interesting habit.

She climbed into my lap and demanded, "Pi!"

At first I thought she was referring to her brother. "Is the baby Pi?"

Firstborn grabbed my hands. "Pi, pi!"

Not having the advantage of a title above the encounter, I was stumped.

"Ama, Ama!"

That one I knew--amen. She was telling me to pray. And I couldn't very well say no, of course, nor did I want to.

Since then, we have been praying together several times a day. We pray for our family, for our country, for an end to abortion. We pray the Lord's prayer, Psalm 139, and Psalm 23. We sing songs praising God. I stop what I'm doing to thank God with my daughter. I think it's awesome.

I don't know how much she understands, but she's listening. She repeats names when I pray for our family. And she really likes the line about God's powder. You know... "Yours is the kingdom, and the powder, and the glory, forever and ever."

Continuing to grow up so fast...

Firstborn is getting so big... she is getting the hang of this potty thing most of the time (praise God!) and starting to pick up on her own when I ask sometimes (praise God!) and putting more words together, and even conversing at times. Current favorite word: stuck.

Baby Third and I are sorting out some painful latch issues, but things are getting better there.

Leaps and bounds

My little girl is growing up so fast--learning tons of new words and actions.

Yesterday she started making up her own songs, singing, and "dancing" (spinning around in a circle). Lyrics frequently include references to "Hannah song" "baby," and "strawberry."

Beginning to wonder if potty training is worth it... she realizes half the time where she needs to pee and never with poop until some's on the floor, it seems. On the upside, it saves on diapers; however, cleaning up is not fun, even though there's not much carpet in our main area.

Third is so smiley and plump and long. He turned 3 months on Thursday, and I have put away his 0-3 month clothes now (which really have been too short for him a while now). He filled out a new 6 month sleeper quite nicely today.

Daddy is currently town moderator (meaning he moderates town meetings). He was appointed to fill a vacancy when the previous moderator became a selectman, and had wanted the job for years before that (but had not wanted to run against the previous officeholder). He has to run for election now, and is up against two opponents. He's the best man for the job, even if he is the youngest moderator in the state--no one can remember and follow the rules like my husband :)

Lack of Trust

Okay, scratch that. Not going to be taking an internet break.

But I do think I need to work more on having some sort of relationship with non-internet people

It is probably a sign of some sort of disorder that I don't trust anyone in my real life except my husband, and I don't feel willing to expose myself emotionally, and I just can't bring myself to trust anyone... yet people I don't really know on the internet I share myself with and I am open.

Somehow someone else on the internet is safe, but real life people are scary.

Maybe it's because I can control the contact on the internet. Maybe it's because if someone says something stupid, I never have to be around them again. Maybe it's because people in real life have hurt me much more frequently than people on the internet.

Real Life

I think I need to take some time off of the internet to try and engage with Real Life some more.