Back in the Saddle

So it turns out you don't actually have to remember your blogger password, if you are willing to just pluck another one right out of the air.  So without a lot of careful thought as to the memorability of my choice I have signed back into the blogging world, in a ruthless attempt to shake off my dusty writing skills before my next paper is due.

The last year has been a wild ride, more so than normal, because in the interlude of not blogging, we became a foster family.  Yes, I hear the question all the time..."You mean you don't have enough kids?"  And I guess the real answer is, "No, we don't."  We felt last year and still feel now, that the cliche we learned so well in Uganda is actually true.  There is always room for one more.

The "one more", in fact, is the main reason for the silence in this very public blog sphere.  In a sleep-deprived state I could think of no way to joke around about our life, or thoughtfully reflect upon my studies without at least alluding to the many ways that both were being challenged and enriched by this little one. I'm still unsure about my ability to compartmentalize, and of course, privacy has never been my strong suite.  We'll see how it goes...