Bethel stayed up with me until 9:30 tonight. She’s a night owl, and lately, she’s been begging for some mom time. OF course, I didn’t know that’s what she’s been wanting. I tend to be a little dense, sometimes. She’s been irritating and obnoxious, hitting the dog, and begging for a “just with me” tea party. That’s when I figured it out; I’m always glad for those subtle clues. So we had orange juice and sat together and read horse books. It was too short for her. I had to chuckle, since that’s exactly my reaction every time I say good bye to Lee.
Tonight at church, David discovered that he could read the Bible. I don’t think there is anything since he’s been born that has excited me, like hearing him read God’s Word, and seeing his delight. I pray that he will hunger and thirst for more.
I was all ready to write a potty training post, talking about how I finally figured it all out, and pass on my accumulated experience to my readership. Alas, my two year old who appeared to be on her way (by her own initiative) seems to have given up potty training as quite impractical and too inconvenient. So I’m back to feeling humble about potty training.
Come to think of it, they all seem to need one-on-one mommy time. Makes me tired!