There's nothing like the appearance of a formal page to bring on the writer's block. I write much better on a napkin or a scrap than typing in such a square rectangle.

Little dude asks to listen to his CD with the couch cushion on the ground for lounging. He walks looking at his feet with his arms up in the air as if to get them out of his way. He has 5 teeth and loves cold black beans right from the can. Today he got up on the couch for the first time by himself. He is finally a fun kid. He finally likes his stroller and car seat--seats I thought babies came out enjoying. He sleeps longer than 45 minutes at a time. He communicates with pointing and grunts.

Wow have I been brought low in the past few years. In roles I thought I would rock and that I judged harshly, I've been brought very low. Wife, mother, caring for orphans, friendship, homeowner, teacher. I could give a laundry list of how I've royally screwed up all of these and you wouldn't be able to say, "no, that's not too bad" you'd agree (maybe not to my face) and probably be embarrassed for me.. And oddly enough, I'm freed.