It comes with age

– 9:07

I fed you a few moments earlier and left you to kick and wrestle about on the floor, mouthing off sounds and trying to eat your hands, just as you like it. You’re now in a straightjacket swaddle noisily looking for a way out at the expense of your mother trying to sleep. Or you’re just fast asleep. The crossover is a fine line for you.

Today makes you four months. I woke up to a message from my ol’ man sending his best wishes. It’s interesting to hear him talk about God and being so religious. He never was. I still don’t think he is. The church was something we all got dragged to. He’s superstitious, but not a worshipper of the Most High. Maybe it’s just old age. I found an article that seems to support the stereotype. With age comes religion.

Some developmental psychologists and theologians have posited that religion – and spirituality more broadly – creates a sense of meaning and coherence in one's life that becomes especially important during the final stages of human development (Fowler, 1981; Tornstam, 1997). Some social psychologists have suggested that religion helps soothe fear and insecurity about one's own mortality (Vail et al., 2009), especially when religion offers immortality. Because ageing tends to amplify these concerns, the thinking goes, religion becomes more important to people as they get older.

I was talking to Manu last night when your mother brought you in to say hello and you stayed for the duration. It’s not your first encounter but another moment to cherish nonetheless.


You still have acne. Unlikely but I think it’s heat related (as you can be overdressed sometimes for the weather). I found a list of possible causes but it seems modern medicine is none the wiser. We’ve been doing your laundry with ours so Liza thinks it’s the detergent we’re using. To that, she bought this special baby laundry liquid. I hope it works.

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