Such an odd extended "family", we people of the blog...

It's funny how some people just take "internet" communication at face value and others just...don't "get" it.

Here is a conversation between me and my mom a few minutes ago when she dropped off some lunch for me:




Me: Remember the person I asked you to pray for, Annika? Well, she had her baby!

Mom: Oh, good for her. Now where do you know her from?

Me: She's Eric Durbin's wife.

Mom: Weren't you, like, four the last time you saw him? How do you even KNOW his wife?

Me: I wasn't four! I was seventeen or so. Hmph. And I *know* her...from e-mails and stuff.

Mom: Well then you don't KNOW her! For all the connection to it that you have, this baby COULD have really been one of a litter of kittens born somewhere in Prague.

Me: That's ridiculous...you don't underst- hey, look! Something shiny! *Whereupon I point, and then run away*




Okay, so I didn't really say "something shiny" and then run away. But I felt like it! I wondered at first if it was a generational thing...but scrapped that right away. My mom is fairly young...only 43. I know many people her age who have tons of "online" connections.

The mysteries of sociology, I suppose.

In other haven't-seen-this-person-in-ten-years-but-we-now-talk-anyway thanks-to-the-blogosphere news, I'd like to wish a HAPPY THIRTEEN WEEKS to Brooke!

For those not in the reproductive know, thirteen weeks is a major milestone. The risk of miscarriage decreases a lot by 8 weeks, then again at ten weeks, but the risk of subsequent miscarriage or loss decreases by a distinct margin at thirteen, so everyone keeps their eyes on the big prize-- the ending of that twelfth week.

Way to grow, baby Moore!!! : )

I hope everyone has a great weekend...me, I'm off to box up the precious, ruffly-pink things I got to send the planet's newest Durbin, as well as the stripey-boyish-cute things so the second newest Durbin won't have to be jealous.

Godspeed, all. -Liz