“Are you going potty? Good job Mommy.”
–C, giving her standard encouragement.

“Kissing bear!”
–C, picking an item for show-and-tell.

“These are my tighty-whities!”
–C, getting dressed.

“Well, I’m not quite sure.”
–An elderly gentleman at the nursing home where I led worship today, after being asked how he was doing.

“Could you help me put some of this on?”
–A woman at the same facility, who held out a set of dentures and an almost-empty tube of adhesive to me as I walked around greeting everyone beforehand.

“Poems by [reverendmother’s real name] are reprinted by kind permission of the author.”
–The acknowledgements section of Devotional Book, five copies of which arrived from the publisher this afternoon.

“So, with fear and trembling and excitement, I now enter the world of blogging. I hope the water is not too cold.”
–ChaplainMom, whose blog is available here. (Go say hi!)

“This baby just wants to be big. Some girls don’t go in for that delicate thing.”
–My midwife, after measuring my uterus at 36 cm, which apparently is at the large end of normal.

“Spend at least half the day tomorrow with your feet up—watch a movie, knit, whatever, but I want your feet elevated. Do you think you can manage that?”
–Same midwife, after being told that my ankles swelled a little yesterday.

“Um, can I manage several hours with my feet up in front of the TV? Watch how fast I go.”
–My internal response to midwife.