Screaming Baby
Yesterday, my daughter learned that she can scream. At church. In my office. The administrative assistant paged me from the outer office to ask what was going on in there.
Lest you think I am torturing the dear girl, this was the good kind of screaming. I think she meant something to the effect of, “Hey, mom!! Pay attention to me. Stop working on that sermon!”
This morning, she spent 45 minutes amusing herself by screaming in her crib.
She’s really good at it.
Meanwhile, I’m struggling with that sermon. And I’m very tempted to switch the text to Psalm 8:2, “From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise,” and then just let Zora do her thing for 10 minutes.
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I’m glad it’s good screaming. Joshua used to tune up right about the time I began the pastoral prayer. It wasn’t happy screaming. It was mad screaming. Happy screaming is good. And boy is she cute.
30 November 2006 at 10:20 pm
A mother knows what screams mean.
How fortunate you are to have your baby with you at the office!
I’m sure your sermon will be fine.
1 December 2006 at 11:45 am