1. Even children experience His Passion, for our natural age has very little to do with our Christ-age, and the fact of being in Christ at all implies a state of childhood in the soul, a child’s almost infinite capacity for experiencing joy and sorrow completely.
–Caryll Houselander, The Reed of God
I ordered a copy of Angel in the Waters for the girls. I read it to them for the first time Tuesday night. Girl 1 read it to herself multiple times and was weepy and mopey all day Wednesday.
“I just can’t stop thinking about Angel in the Waters. *sniff* “
“Does it make you sad?”
“No, it’s just . . . *sniff* . . . The baby is just so little and so cute. *sob*”
2. “Fed up with law practice? In about a year, you can be a computer coder, says lawyer who made switch.” Pat has pretty much the ideal job. I can’t say switching hasn’t crossed my mind . . . .
3. We had the perfect family dinner a few weeks ago at my former-new-favorite sushi place (we’ll call it FNFSP). The girls tried new food–shrimp tempura! We called it “shrimp nuggets.” The girls gobbled it down. They loved using chop sticks. Pat and I enjoyed delicious sushi. Taking the girls out to real restaurants has been mostly disastrous for years, and this was like a light at the end of the tunnel.
And then . . .
- Both girls puked that night, and all the next day, and most of the next. And then . . .
- We felt better Saturday and took an overnight trip to my cousin’s graduation party, and then,
- I stupidly bought them Happy Meals during the car trip, and then . . .
- Girl2 puked in the hotel pool . . . multiple french fry filled heaves before Pat could get her out of the water (we tipped the unfortunate lifeguard/ pool cleaner). And then . . .
- She fussed and cried all during the pool party the next day. We let big sister swim but not Girl 2. I just couldn’t risk doing that to my uncle. And then . . .
- Last week we noticed some unauthorized purchases made on our debit cards. We cancelled the cards, contacted the bank, got the money credited back, etc. etc.
But still . . . .
- We couldn’t figure out how it happened. Both of our debit card numbers had been stolen. The cards were still in our possession, so they must have been skimmed. But Pat hardly ever uses his debit card for purchases.
- The only place we’ve both used our debit cards lately has been our own bank’s ATM and, oh yeah . . . .
Insult upon injury x 1000000000.
6. Girl1: [out of the blue] “Man, I like Jesus too.”
Girl1: “Mom! Your bum bum is just like your [pregnant] belly!”
Girl 2: “I weally want Jesus to come back. . . . I weally want Uncle John to come back. . . . I weally want Jesus to come back.” [conflated identities, perhaps? they both have beards]
Girl 1: “That’s a picture of my mom and dad when they got married.”
LittleFriend: “Your mom looks really different!!!” [So. I’ve. been. told, kid.]
Girl1 [just now, looking at the photo I posted of our FNFSP trip]: “Ewwww, yuck. From now on, I hate FNFSP.”
7. Have a lovely weekend. Click over to This Ain’t the Lyceum for more quick takes.