The Joy of Discovery and Germs.

Within the last few days Kallie has discovered that her hands have a purpose and has been reaching for things and, of course, placing them in her mouth. I've been better than I thought I would be, but that doesn't mean we don't need to pray that her germaphobic mother can turn the other way when big gobs of dirt enter her mouth on a regular basis.

I admit it. I'm a germaphobic weirdo and have big issues that my crazy pills don't really seem to help. Sometimes I open my own refrigerator or door handles with my shirt. I will hardly ever open my classroom door with my bare hands. I will never, unless I am desperate, use one of my kindergartner's pencils or scissors. And I wash my hands at least 40 times per day. But, sometimes I can be okay with germs. I can follow the 5 second rule with most things -especially if it involves food because I love to eat people and will sacrifice my sanity for food. My germ phobia can be quite sporadic at times and also quite intense at times. And it's all because I am terrified of the stomach flu. Really terrified. Disturbingly enough, I think about it all the time and dream regularly about it. I would love to be rid of this phobia so pass along some advice because my germ phobia sure didn't help me out during our trip to Wimberley.

But on the other hand, it's so neat to see her discover new things. To see the wheels turning in her head as she uses her hands to manipulate the world around her. I pray that I can let her be messy. And I pray that I can be messy with her. Germs and all.