Oh you’re a missionary January 14, 2009

We visited a church last week, it was a nice church, nice people.  I talked to a woman who had a child the same age as Norah, and we seemed to have a lot in common.  We talked about the walking stage and the fear of letting go of mommies hand etc… Later in the conversation she heard my husband say we were missionaries.  We didn’t even speak again.  It was like i officially became this weird person that is anything but normal.  Sometimes i just want to be normal i’m the “gringa” in Peru, and i’m the “missionary”  in the states.

 I don’t mind standing out sometimes, but sometimes i just want to go to church and not have to be the weird person that nobody knows.  Which is practically every service.  i guess you could say I’m complaining.  But for all of you who meat missionaries at your church they are people too.  And for all of you who are my friends even though I am a missionary Thanks!

Signs January 14, 2009

We have been teaching Norah baby sign language.  She signs all the time.  Even some we are still trying to figure out.  I noticed she was doing this type of sign whenever she wanted Tyler.  She would say “Dada” and hit her chest.  I thought maybe that is her sign for i want something or someone.  Then yesterday Tyler said “Dada?”  and hit his chest and it clicked that was her sign for dada.  So i looked at her and said “Dada?”  and she didn’t say a word just hit her chest twice.  As to say,  ”There’s the sign mom, you are finally  learning signs.”

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