I'm back. At least I think I'm back. With the kids going back to school and a new routine having yet to be put to the full test, I have a hard time saying how often I will be here, or what kind of posts there will be. But this first one after the long silence is a tribute to my friend Shane, who complained months ago that I wasn't writing enough fun material.
In preparations for a return to school and work, I cleaned out my desk in the home office and found a few little notes to myself-- dashes of thought about things my son had said to me in November of 2011. He was about four then.
"Mom, I hate diarrhea. It's hard. It's frustrating. It's complicated. It's diarrhea."