My Salome Nature

Somewhere along the way you realize the desire to be perfect is not the accomplishment of that feat. Either that paralyzes you, or you make your peace with it. This is my attempt at peace.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

I'm fine. Josh is fine. We're all fine.

We had a pretty rough time of it last weekend, when Josh brought home The Stomach Bug From Satan's Private Collection, but we managed to get through that, and now we're back to being a mostly-functioning family again.


Thanks for your notes of interest and concern. We're plodding along. I hope you're all doing well.

And here's a photo of the cutest baby in the whole world (and no offense intended to those parents out there who maintain that their babies are the cutest babies in the whole world.)