Who knew children could be so RELIGIOUS?!
Harvey: I hurt my foot.
Me: Oh, I'm sorry.
Harvey: Can we pray for it next time I go to sleep?
Me: We can pray for it now: Come Holy Spirit -
Harvey: NO! We pray for it WHEN WE GO TO SLEEP!
———-later———-
Harvey: I bumped my foot. Mama, can you pray for it?
Me: I'd love to! Holy Spirit come. Pain leave the foot, in Jesus name. Cells be healed in Jesus name.... does it feel better now?
Harvey: No. Maybe it'll feel better after I sleep.
———-later———-
Harvey: I bumped my toe! Mama, can you pray for it?
(This is the tenth now that he has bumped his toe and asked me to pray for it.)
Me (very quickly): God bless Harvey's toe.
Harvey: And pain be healed!
Me: and pain be healed.
Harvey: In Jesus name!
Me: in Jesus name.
Harvey: And Holy Spirit!
He says this last part while smacking me on the forehead.
Dreadlock update: 1 month
It's been a month since I had my hair backcombed into dreads. I'm getting pretty used to the hairstyle, even though I usually refer to it as "my hair" instead of "my dreads" out of deference to people who've actually been doing this for some time. I have an easy out right now. When I throw it back in a ponytail it just looks like a messy curly ponytail. So I'm not like 100% counter-culture. All I need is a scrunchi and the other suburban moms think I'm one of them.
I don't know why I threw up a lame peace sign in this picture. Tired of photographing myself at arms length I guess.
This actually marks a new phase in the dread development. At the beginning I couldn't pull my hair back and have it look normal because it was too puffy. As the dreads have started to contract and dread up a bit it's much different. The footprint (er, headprint?) is much smaller. So for the time being I can go to church with my hair back in a ponytail and not worry that the people I pray for will be afraid of contracting bedbugs. I mean, any more than usual.
1 month old dreads, wrapped up and ready to go
I've been washing my hair once a week with dreadlock shampoo. Baking soda and apple cider vinegar work equally well, but my mom bought me the dreadlock shampoo for my birthday and it's a bit easier to deal with just because it already lives in the shower. I don't have to get all undressed and then run downstairs because I forgot a cup of vinegar. And then the baby starts screaming because he caught a glimpse of my boobs.
I mean, screaming in hunger. Because he remembers he wants to nurse. Not because the sight of my boobs are an abomination.
My hair, not so abomination-y either. At least in my own opinion. Which (until y'all figure out how to put in your email address to post a comment) is the only one that matters.