hopeful

You have to be very careful about making proclamations on the internet. Like the last time I mentioned that Shout was on a sleeping-throught-the-night streak that was her longest ever.

Not 12 hours later, that streak came to a screetching halt.

So I'm just going to whisper this into the wind, internet. Turn your heads and look the other way.

But we are seeing BIG CHANGES around here.

I think that occupational therapy has unlocked the little girl I used to know.

The one who has been hiding behind walls of anger and anxiety. And sassiness. And bizarre behavior. And tantrums. And occasional outbursts of violence. And... ok, you get the picture.

We're not issue-free. (Anyone who was at Famous Footwear this afternoon can attest to that.)

But, good Lord. I think we're going to be ok.

(Thank you to those of you who had a hand in convincing me to try this, helping me find a therapist and suggesting ways that we could finance it. You all know who you are. We wouldn't be here without our village.)

(Also, if you have a moment, visit my friend, Susan, who is fighting a valiant battle and is weary from it. Leave a comment, say a prayer, Village.)