WORST. BLOGGER. EVER.

So my kid is now about a month older than she was when I last posted. In the life a five-and-a-half-month old child, that's saying something. I could try to justify the horribleness of my blogging by saying I'm looking after her so well that I just don't have time, but that would be flattering myself. I'm doing my best, and that's all I can say.

And part of my best has been to quit my job. I look at this



And this



And this




And I can't imagine being anywhere else but with her.

If I'd simply adored my job and longed for my desk every day of my life, it would probably be a sacrifice. I may in fact long for my sanity by the time she's a year old, but I will not long for my job.

So, until God makes other plans known, home I will be. With this: