Lost and found

 We lost our way a little, last week. We had been slowing getting sucked into a battle of wills, for the last little bit, with me slowly losing my perspective. But last week my control-freak self ran head- long into Jude's control-freak self, and the result wasn't pretty.

Thankfully, I had a friend with a willing ear to talk to, so I could hear how crazy I sounded. And I broke out the tattered coy of The Connected Child that had been dormant on the book shelf.

It's better now. We are exploring some options.

And I think these pictures show it. 

Our fierce competitor. We played hooky on Tuesday, because He and I needed to step off of the hamster wheel we were on.

Focus.

Look how little he looks out there.

I couldn't show him how to bowl, obviously. Just explain the rules, and then he had to figure out what worked for him.

Look at that ball. Not bad, eh?

Sorry, this is out of focus, but I included it so you could see how excited he gets at all sporting endeavors.

Again with the excitement.

We tried to fly kites today, as the wind had picked up a bit.

And just like that, I was found. Prayers were answered.