Ack! Perfectionism

Somebody once told me that my problems with keeping house stemmed from perfectionism.  It made no sense to me at the time--if I'm a perfectionist, why do I allow things to fall apart so badly?  But now I see it.  They're always creeping up on me, the thoughts that since things will never look the way I want, I might as well not even try.  Paralyzing perfectionism.

So at least with the blog, I'll let the perfectionism go.  I had planned to go back and show every good picture and share some nice moments out of the last few weeks.  But no.  Just this:

Cousin Natalie and Nate

There.  Now that's perfect.