I Must Be Doing Something Right

Don't you just love those moments when you actually DON'T feel like a failure as a parent? (Or for those of you who don't have kids, insert any other challenging endeavor...) Scott won't say Mama or Dada reliably to mean either of his parents. He doesn't have a word for milk or his beloved blanket. He doesn't even say the dreaded "no!" But I can now officially say (after extensive verification at church today) that when shown any of various pictures, he does say, "Jesus." (OK, so it's more of a "Jhes," but we'll take it...)