Ok, so I didn't write any of the next installment this week, nor did I blog. BUT, three of five children have rich bubbly colds and we plugged snottily away at memory work all week.
the baby rolled over (in a fit of screaming rage because she didn't want to be on her tummy at that moment)
Gladys stopped calling me 'mommy', started calling me 'mom' for a day, and now calls me Anne. Its the most exasperating and obnoxious thing ever.
"Anne, you need to change me!"
"Anne, the dog is barking!"
"Anne, I need more milk!"
Keep in mind that she is only two. I can't really remember, but I think, at two, Romulus was saying things like, "ahhhhhh, moo muk".
And how do I respond to this tiny autocratic insanity?
"Don't call me Anne. I'm your mother and you can let the dog in yourself."
Every time I try to go ahead on my daily Bible readings, something happens to interrupt me. I appear to be allowed to listen to that day's allotment and no more. Its uncannily weird. I keep wanting to go ahead but someone (I'm going to assume its God) isn't letting me.
I don't know what to do for lent. As usual, I'm nursing and so I really can't fast. I'm actually thinking about giving up this stupid little awesome game on my awesome phone because I realized I was playing it and trying to pray at the same time. And when I say "trying" I mean failing miserably.