I'll be the first to admit that journaling is not my forte. Well, maybe the second. When told to keep a journal for a class in seminary, I didn't do any of it until the night before I was supposed to turn it in. I'm pretty sure that professor would be the first. Needless to say, that episode was not one of my more ethical moments.
Regardless, I'm tempted to contribute to this. Not because I think I've changed my journaling skills, or because I'm more mature than I was before, but because it's not mine. This is Melissa's. I'm just going to be a gnat on a wall, occasionally pitching in my two, three or four cents.
So welcome to our little bit of baby induced insanity.