Jude

Jude took this picture of his bed. He has his own vision of the world and it is sweetly crooked sometimes.

Last Sunday morning, an hour after getting dressed in corduroy pants, he bounced off the couch announcing, "Mom, I'm not wearing any underwear."

Today we drove past the cemetery by our house -- that we drive past every single day -- and he asked if there is a way in. I pointed out the entrance and suggested we could go there for a walk sometime. "I don't want to walk. I just want to check out it."

The last time he drew a picture, it was a full-page swirl of every color available, circles upon circles upon circles. Then he stacked several markers together and made them "surf" on the picture he'd drawn.