Friday, October 31, 2008

Thursday, October 30, 2008

wakie wakie

L now thinks it is a good thing to get up at 615 to 630 in the mornings. And no he doesn't want to go back to sleep you crazy woman you... he wants to lay in bed and yammer on about his day. Especially since I was at a meeting last night and didn't see him after school.

Now, less then 30 minutes later, I have no idea what he told me. Something about school and more then likely something about JJ -- his best friend/nemisis. But then again it might have been something about R peeing in the bathtub and them needing showers because of it. For some reason that sounds right. What a weird ass dream to have had if that isn't what he told me.

You see, I am what one could call opposed to mornings. I do not like waking up, getting out of bed, getting a shower, etc. This used to carry on while I commuted to work (it was a train, I could safely sleep) and then I would slowly wake myself out of my haze at about 10am. You know, 3 hours after the alarm went off.

Now, not so much. In 10 minutes I have to have breakfast on the table for the kids. They both wake up at full steam and start racing around the house. Then while they eat I need to get their clothing out and get an idea of what I am going to wear. After that, clean up, struggle to dress the two of them while they try to play and laugh at my attempt to just hold them down. The mornings L feels like getting himself dressed are wonderful. I look forward to more of them.

But losing that hour of wake up time from when the alarm goes off until the boys are supposed to start waking up. That is hellish on me.

In L's terms -- me no like.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


Ok -- I am getting a little overworked here. Racing from one thing to another is fine, however taking 10 times longer to do it isn't.

Oh and this morning, in my brain dead stupor I deleted an hour worth of changes I had made to a document. Yeah, it is pretty easy to see why things are taking me 10 times longer then I expect.

So, then we throw on a few new meetings, another trip to another office to meet another partner who wants to drop another "case or two" on my lap.

Granted, if I had no work I would be bored and scared to death for my job, but seriously.... too much still is too much no matter how thankful I am for job security.

So excuse the short entries... I am just posting to survive here right now -- 2 more days and I will have made 30 of the 31 I was going for.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

again with the sleep

R did it again last night. Although it was less about playing and more about being held. At about 1230 he started crying. By 1250 he was in full freak out mode. I planned on checking on him and then letting him cry it out. But alas, the father-in-law was still visiting and was planning on getting up early in morning to drive back to the midwest.

So, I was up with him. B refused to even budge from bed. I was pretty livid. He then explained that he had had it wit the kids being home with them all day yesterday while they were in rare form. Now at least I understand why, although I am still not thrilled with it. I wonder if I ever get to use that excuse? Unlikely.

Then after several trips back and forth to R's room, I finally got him up, and we sat on the lazy boy in the living room. R was out in about 30 seconds. And proceeded to drool all over my shirt (I mean the kid soaked the one side!). Regardless, I didn't care. He was quiet and I was one step closer to being back in bed.

After assuring he was really asleep and getting him back in bed, I crawled back in bed at 147am. Seriously -- this is worse then when the kids were newborns. At least then they would eat for 20 minutes and be right back to sleep.

Anyways, I am still at a loss for what is going on with R. Hopefully we move past this quickly. I don't like nights of broken sleep and I certainly don't want this turning into a habit.

Any advice?

And finally -- HAPPY BIRTHDAY A!! T, how did we end up with 3 year olds so quickly?

Monday, October 27, 2008

Pickin' Pumpkins

You sick of seeing my kids yet? Never, right?

We finally got to the pumpkin patch. The boys each picked their own little ones and B was his normal pumpkin snob, so he got the final say on the 3 big ones. They have yet to be carved, but seeing the not so good boys I have this evening, it doesn't look favorable that it will be done tonight.

I am sure you will see pictures of the carved pumpkins and the boys in their costumes. More pictures of the boys to look forward to, huh?

Sunday, October 26, 2008

saturday mornings

This is how we spend out Saturday mornings. Think I have 2 water babies.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

a step back

After a month of being completely potty trained, L pooped in his pull up last night.

I am not pleased.

And to say he just didn't care at all is an understatement. I think that made me even more annoyed about the whole thing.

I hate PTing. Although I hate changing diapers way more.

Again -- why would I ever want a 3rd?

Friday, October 24, 2008

No pumpkin

B worked on a pumpkin farm for 13 years. Before we had L, he insisted that he would forever hate Halloween. Luckily, he has gotten better over the last three years. The first year, he took pictures of L - who was about 11 months - and I took him to the surrounding houses. We were all getting over the stomach flu so we kept it really low key.

It was better than the year before. On Halloween 2005 I was certain my water had broken. I was 35 weeks pregnant. It hadn't (eww) and I found out how common it was to make that mistake. I didn't do it again. So I was a grump (certain I was having a baby THAT day to nothing and being told to take it easy again). So at about 8 I turned on the porch light, put a bowl of candy out and went to bed.

Last year was great though. L and B stayed out for a good 2.5 hours. We went trick or treating with our neighbors in NY and R lasted just over an hour.

This year, we are all sorts of behind. We have costumes (thank goodness since our first Halloween party is tonight). We have yet to get a pumpkin. We haven't done anything fall related. Nothing.

Shoot -- even in our many trips to the market, we have only picked up one container of apple cider (which we promptly forgot in the fridge and it swelled and -- well it was dumped).

Hopefully this weekend includes a trip to a farm and to get a pumpkin. But since it is supposed to rain all weekend, I am not holding his breath.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Now for the big boy

B and I have been trying to convince L to get out of bed in the morning and come get us to go to the potty.

I mean we have been telling him since we moved here. The hallway between our room and his is lit up so he isn't scared to come to us. He just wouldn't do it. He would instead yell for us. Usually it is for me because I am the one here monday through friday with him.

This morning I was drying my hair when all of a sudden I hear him walk in. He actually got out of bed, no yelling and came to get me and then went potty right away.

For you non-mom's (hey Katie) you have no idea what this means. It means on Saturday mornings he can come to us, we can stay in bed and he can watch a bit of TV while we laze around. Did you get that... I may have a lazy morning again in my life.

Although, add this to my -- why again am I even considering a 3rd because we are finally moving ahead in our lives. Mama needs to make a decision on that one.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Big boy room -- version 1

Finally -- pictures are uploaded...

The room

And this is what the boys think of the change

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Better or worse

This was an actual email I sent. It sums it up better then re-writing it.

No -- I am at work. Although I am not starting to think that staying home might have been easier. My day so far -- got in at who knows what time, next thing I know it is 11, have a meeting. Run out of the meeting, drive across town to meet my LY group, pick out what we are doing for "our dinner" (long story - stupid story too). Took everything out to the car. Back in to get the personal stuff I need (pull ups and wipes) and to grab some grapes for R (the one thing that kid will eat, so of course B had to finish them last night -- *removing not so nice name for the hubby*). Drive home -- unload car. Tell B to not even think about touching the lasagna in the freezer. By this time it is 130 and I am starving. No breakfast for me this morning. So I run to McDs (which was dumb, should have just grabbed something at home and saved the money). In the car I check my blackberry. Shoot Boss an email that I will be back in 10 minutes for the conference call we are supposed to have (the one mind you scheduled around MY day!). Then proceed to sit at the window at the drive thru for 12 minutes because they didn't have fries. They tell me to move up. Wait on 4 people behind me. Bring me my food -- no drink, mind you -- then EIGHT minutes later, I am in McD screaming at a deaf manager and trying to sign that 8 minutes for a coke is CRAZY. Get back to the office, throw food in my office, run into the conference call. Now I have a cold bag of food that is nasty (ate some fries while i was waiting, they were pretty cold for them being "fresh" mind you) and I now have an entire file to review before I go to capital tomorrow for a document review.

Dear God... what did I do to piss off the world?

Are you laughing yet? Because I kind of am. You would think I was making this crap up.

Monday, October 20, 2008


I want to know who stole R? Somehow, the child that I never ever complained about and thought was the easiest of the 2, yeah... he has become the freaking DEVIL.

Ok - so he is sort of a cute devil, but still.

And before anyone attempt to defend him -- he was up from midnight until 230 just for shits and giggles. Almost literally -- lots of giggles, no shits. He literally just wanted to play.

I tried sitting with him in the living room. That was until he tried to wriggle out of my arms to go play with the cat. Didn't work. So off to his room, where he screamed like he was being dismembered. Then off to our room, where he just played on our bed for almost 2 hours. He would lay down, but it wouldn't last for more then 5 minutes or so.

Finally he went back to his own room. Again there was the screaming, but since I know he is just fine, he got to scream for a bit. I think either I flat out passed out at 3... or he stopped.

Of course L -- you know that one that has the new bed, new room, new everything and every reason to be scared of his room. Oh yeah, that one slept like a log! I am starting to like 3. 18 months isn't so good.

BTW - there are no pictures. Smoo is too tired for that today.

Sunday, October 19, 2008


So it looks like I have fallen off the 31 for 21 wagon. Saturdays are always the hardest for me.

L is currently asleep in his big boy bed. He always transitions so well.

Pictures to follow.

Oh and we had a babysitter last night. Total waste of babysitter because the party we went to was awful. The guy who the party was for was great, but I knew him and that was it. Even his wife was a new person to me. And her and her friends -- not very social. And it was frigid and that party was outside. Easy way to piss me off is to make me cold. I was very, very cold.

Guess my grumpy mood hasn't lifted yet.

Friday, October 17, 2008

The day I started bribing

Ok, I know the title is misleading. I can't imagine that I haven't bribed the boys before with something to either get them to behave in public or do something I wanted. I know when L started school, my mom bribed him with a trip to the pool if he wouldn't cry at drop off and behaved in the evening when we first moved to PA.

Last night though is the first time I bribed him and realized it as a bribe.

I offered him pudding if we could skip working on his letters last night.

Yes, I realize that is probably the most ass-end backwards bribe there ever was. A child that I am struggling to get to age appropriate levels WANTS to play with his letters and work on them and lo and behold I convince him not to. Its just those letters take forever to do and makes me a little nuts (and I looked for a picture of them -- Parents brand magnetic school house. I got it at Target).

Too bad L loves them and it actually VERY good at them.

I promise I will work on them tonight with him. But last night -- vanilla pudding sounded so much more appealing.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Diaper talk

So I am starting to run into my first issue with cloth diapering.

R has gotten bigger. How dare he, huh?

His adorable little fuzzi bunz butt now involves plumber crack and while it is much cuter on him then it is on B, I am still not loving it. Luckily, that means that I get to embark on yet another adventure of buying new diapers.

I got 3 new ones yesterday because I had a pay pal account balance from selling stuff before. I am also a day away from sending all my Bum Genius diapers (BGs) back for new elastic so that will drop me down to 11 diapers. R goes through at least 5-6 a day. And that is only if we keep him in sposies overnight. I am going to have to do diaper wash every other day until they return if these 3 don't arrive quickly.

And that is the other thing. I knew it was coming. BG had a major problem with their elastic and I haven't met anyone who hasn't had the elastic fail on them. But they are a wonderful company and the diapers are still under warranty (yeah, there are warranties on diapers, especially for things like this -- for stains... not so much). Luckily my BG are just shy of their one year mark, so back they go.

And lets hope for a quick return.

But -- is there anyone that I am missing and just need to try. I need PUL pockets for those in the know -- Mothers Touch, BGs, FBs are my stash -- for school. What new hot thing haven't I heard about?

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Fabulous news

We had the boys open house/parent-teacher conferences last night. B and I got to meet the head teacher that L will have in just a few days. Her name is Olivia and both B and I thought she was someone different then she was.

B thought she was the old (and he thinks mean) woman who helps with the closing of the center ever night. I never got that from her. She is just not very outgoing.

I thought she was the young snarky one that seems to have a short temper. You know -- the one that is probably the most like me. But come on -- I admit that I would be a terrible teacher and a not very good stay at home mom either. I didn't go into the profession to take my anger out on some kids. I beat up on other adults.

Regardless, we were both totally wrong. I always knew who Olivia was. I even knew her name was Olivia. However, I thought Olivia was the assistant director, not a head teacher so I thought there was more than one Olivia. There isn't. I am just an idiot who is terrible with names. L will be in great hands.

However, that isn't even the news that I wanted to share. The school made an announcement. Starting January 5th of 2009 they will also be doing INFANT care! OMG -- I truly don't have words for how excited I am. They only mentioned it because they are looking for donations from those of us who are done having kids. While I am not done -- or at least we don't know -- I am overjoyed to know I won't have a double drop off if we decide to have another.

Now to go through the stuff I was going to donate or get rid of (that I found useless) and give to the school. The Saint -- if you come across anything, let me know.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The ABC song

L has learned his ABC. Well, he has learned the song. Although with Ring around the Rosie -- which is hilarious to listen to him sing. And apparently Humpty Dumpty because we sign it 5,000 times a swimming lesson and at the end he gets to jump in the water.

However, the ABC song just about had Brett and I in tears over the weekend. You see he does great from A to H. Sometimes we get I in there too. Then he does this like blah blah blah blah blah thing (which sounds more like a gobble then anything)in the middle and starts up again screaming O, P, Q…

He is doing better with actually identifying his letters.

Oh and the school is in the process of moving him to the big boy rooms. For the 3-5/6 year olds. Pre-kindergarten rather then pre-school. I guess he now knows pretty much everything there is to know in the preschool room and he is the little master of that domain.

Apparently no one can even come close to picking on R without his big brother jumping in to defend him. Wow -- does that sound familiar. The Saint used to do that all the time for me.

Lets hope they both continue to do well as L transitions to the new room.

Monday, October 13, 2008


The Halloween costumes have finally been set!

I had a brilliant idea that I was going to make the boys costumes this year. L would be Percy and R would be Thomas. We are currently big fans of both Thomas and Bob the Builder (although I don’t know if it is actually Bob the Builder or just the ONE episode that seems to have Moo Cow in the beginning of it because they only watch until they see Moo Cow!).

I searched the internet and found a costume idea. The point was the make it out of an apron. Adorable idea. Was supposed to cost $10 per costume.

Then I bought the stuff. $37 later I was beginning to think that ordering $20 a piece professional Thomas costumes would have been much better.

Then I went to the local Kid to Kid store. Sort of a consignment-y place. I hate nothing more than spending $20 on a costume my kids will wear for 3 seconds.

So R is going to be a cow. I picked it up for $6 at the consignment shop. And OMG does he look adorable in it. His love for cows though better last because he isn’t so pleased about the cow head hood.

L -- he is going to be a golfer again. Turns out he still fits into the costume he wore last year and asked to carry his “lollipops” again (the stuffed golf clubs). As Mama is being cheap at this point, spending zero sounded dang appealing.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Big boy bed

We finally got L his big boy bed.

When L tried it out we knew it was the one. Then he got to lay on a few mattresses and we let him pick which one he wanted. He was a smart boy and picked the one smack in the middle price wise.

The only problem we ran into was when we had to actually order it and will be able to pick it up on Saturday the 18th. L was devastated to not be able to bring it home with us - although I don't know if we could have fit everything in car with the boys and their car seats.

I hope he is as happy with it when it gets home. And now I have 5 days to get his room painted before the new bed arrives.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

the Gala

Ok -- I was working on my speech until the very second I had to start getting ready -- and then I was still a half an hour late.

Short entry, but speech went off so well. I can still pull off public speeching without a hitch. We had a lot of fun and bought plane tickets too....

Long story.

Friday, October 10, 2008

the speech

Ok -- so I promised to come back to Katie's question about the speech.

I mentioned it briefly during the 2008 Olympics and watching Michael Phelps rewrite history, but as many of you that follow my blog know, I was in the Olympics a lifetime ago. And, no, I have no desire to follow in Dara Torres' amazing footsteps and attempt a comeback after having children. I can't tell you how much I have NO desire to jump in a pool first thing in the morning anymore.

Oh and I was a distance swimmer, so none of those sprint workouts for me. We would be talking miles in the pool on a daily basis. BLECK. No thanks.

Regardless, when I made the Olympic team I was swimming for a team in a bigger east coast city, but I lived in a VERY small town. The entire county was close to 50,000 people and although it has grown, it isn't much over 75,000 to this day. I moved back to this town. To say I am still known in this town is an understatement.

Within a week of me returning, I was front page Saturday morning news. Yes, you read that correctly -- front page, main news, my return. Don't think I get a big head about it because I find it flat out hilarious. Although I will say my self-esteem isn't taking a beating like it did in NYC where everyone was prettier, better dressed, richer (or at least seemed to be so) and seemingly smarter.

So - why the speech - well there is a new aquatic center opening here, so it only made sense that I be the headliner, right? You know, because I have tons of speaking experience and it has been more than a decade since I was in the Games. But I think the fact that the head coach used to coach my old club team and the assistant coach is the son of one of the founding partners of my firm has something to do with it. And I will point out that this whole "speech" started out as a request to "say a few words about your Olympic experience". It was only after I got the invitations that I knew that I was THE speaker!

After getting a new dress (losing almost 20 lbs since the last blacktie event made my only other formal dress a total no go) and shoes, securing a babysitter and having everything else ready to go, I still continue to stare at a blank word document titled -- GAC Speech. Yeah, it is tomorrow. Guess what I will be up doing tonight?

Anyone have any idea how hard it is to write a speech when 90% of your natural humor is sarcastic? Not to mention there are people that of course I need to mention, among them, my firm since I will be seated next to that founding partner.


Thursday, October 9, 2008

The results are....

I passed! Passed... OMG I am still in shock almost 24 hours later. I don't know if it was more recent, revisionist history, but I was pretty sure I didn't even put my name on the second half of the exam, so I was thinking that was 100 points right off the top.

But alas, I passed and after finding out the news my day went on a lot like usual.

Until my old firm called to congratulate me. You don't realize how much you miss a group of people until you hear their voices. Do I miss everyone -- no, co-irker hasn't become less annoying with distance -- but I do miss most of them. I mentioned to my current boss yesterday that I am going to look for a class that would give me CLE (continuing legal education) credit in both NY and PA. Maybe that will be my way to keep in touch with everyone in NY. Goodness knows they were all for it.

Today, I am sure life is going to return to usual, assignments will continue to pile up for me and I will still work to dig my way out. In the meantime I have two very sticky children to get ready for school. R wanted a syrup facial apparently.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

ticking time bomb

I planned to respond to Katie's comment about being a local celebrity.

That was the plan.

Then I got up this morning and checked my blackberry -- which always is the first thing I do in the morning, well, after letting the dogs out. And there is was. The email that I knew I was going to get this week, just didn't know when.

Last Friday I got an email telling me PA bar exam results would be posted on this Friday. History has told me though that they get them done early every year and move up the release date.

The release date is now today. Within the next 10 hours I will know if I can really do it all -- work full time, have the boys alone, with me at my parents house, move and study for the bar exam. 10 hours -- that is how long I admitted I was in labor with Reed -- or at least how long the contractions got bad enough that I had to concentrate on them. That isn't too bad, right.

Some how I think the waiting today will be worse then labor. There is no baby on the other side of these 10 hours. Just more work - one way or another.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

6 months

That is the delay, but no diagnosis which puts R on the Autism Spectrum. I was a little surprised to hear his speech is 6 months delayed because I was going back and forth on whether to refer him or not, but I guess that is the point I attempt to always make to other moms.... if you have any question -- get your kid evaluated.

A friend asked -- how are you REALLY doing with the news, since I tend to internalize it -- the answer was that I was actually more focused on a screw up at work then I was on the diagnosis, so I guess I really am doing ok with it.

R may be a typical second child. R may be a typical slow to talk boy. R may be a lot of things. But one thing he won't be is a child who slips through the cracks and struggles with his speech for the next year while I pretend everything is ok.

And that makes me feel like a good mom. Regardless of anything else.

Monday, October 6, 2008

bad call

I have a black tie event this Saturday where I am the guest speaker (very long story). I decided to dye my hair this weekend because I needed to get some grays covered.

I should preface this with a note that I always dye my own hair. I do a very VERY good job.

This time was no different.

Then I tried my hand at a new set of highlights. Something that didn't involve a cap and pulling out the hair -- something I haven't done before.

It looks a bit punky. I am so thrilled.

Oh and R's evaluation is today. I will update later.

Sunday, October 5, 2008


I have never had much patience. It is always something that I have known that I need to work on. There are times when I have a lot more then usual, but that is normally a result of one of the kids being sick.

I obviously still need to work on it.

It was clear today that I REALLY need to work on it when I finally broke and took a puzzle away from L that we were working on together. Maybe it was above his level. The age on it was 3-7 years. So it really could have been too hard for him.

I was trying to get him to work on doing the boarder. It is only a 25 piece puzzle, so the vast majority of the pieces had the smooth boarder edge, but L refused to pick up a single on of them. Then I tried doing it by color. Same result. It was more a factor of him not listening to me at all. You know -- being a typical almost 3 year old. I don't know why it was driving me mad, but he wasn't getting the puzzle at all and I finally needed to pack it up.

Maybe I should leave those things to B to do. I know once L has seen a puzzle he can do it over and over again with next to no help, but those are 8-12 piece puzzles (ones that I resurrected from my mom's attic).

After a bath, L and I sat back down and did another game -- this one matching -- and he was awesome at that. I guess maybe a Sunday night isn't the best time for me to teach him a new puzzle, so we will try again later in the week and hopefully Mommy can keep her cool this time.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

farm girl in a farm town

When I moved back to my hometown, my coworkers at my old job joked that all I would be doing is representing farmers in cow and tractor disputes. I knew that wasn't going to be the case, but I was a bit concerned at how I was going to adjust from living outside Manhattan to living in a County with less then 100,000 people in it. I wouldn't doubt it if I was told that there were more cows then people here.

However, the one thing that has me floored is the total lack of farm activities for the kids. In NY we took the kids to a farm, had a hayride and picked out pumpkins. While it is still too early for the pumpkin, I have been looking for the hayride or something for the boys to celebrate this nice crisp weather and I am finding nothing at all.

At least now I understand why one of my co-workers, who also happens to tend a farm, was so anxious to talk to B about starting a fall festival of sorts. It is most certainly a need around here for families with small kids.

Friday, October 3, 2008

its only day 3

and I am already trying to figure out what the heck I can talk about... Especially since I am writing this before the debate because quite frankly, I have exactly one day to catch up on all the work that I need to get done this week -- 2 days out of the office in court and in depositions kills progress on pretty much anything else.

So lets see -- L and R apparently missed me yesterday. I have had a weeks worth of hugs and kisses from both of them tonight. L now tells me he loves me without any prompting at all. R shakes his head yes.

R now walks into his room and tries to climb in his crib by himself. L hasn't ever once tried to get out of his big boy bed (although that kind of backfires for us because that also means he won't get out to go potty, so he is still wearing a pull up at night).

Other than that I don't know what is new. I am going to have to start writing myself notes otherwise the next 29 days are going to take a while.

What would YOU like to hear me talk about?

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Complaining about drs again

I don't think I ever followed up on this topic. I was thinking about it again this morning because I am finally getting around to reading Jenny McCarthy's book, Louder than Words. I liked Belly Laughs when I was pregnant, so I thought it would be nice to read about another mother's struggle with autism.

Of course I am still no the foreword since I get about 5 minutes to read in the morning while the kids eat breakfast. After those 5 minutes, the demands start hot and heavy and I am running around most of the morning. Apparently this morning the kids are hungry - I am on my third round of pancakes for them.

Anyways, the foreword is written my a doctor. Did you know that the "cause" of autism in the 50s and 60s, and likely before, was because the mom was cold and uncaring. Wow is all I have to say. Guess the "experts" knew what they were talking about back then, huh. For those of you who don't know me in person or haven't seen me with my kids -- while I complain about them at times, I am more likely to smother them with hugs and kisses then I am to ignore them. Even when I ignore a temper tantrum it only lasts as long as the temper tantrum lasts.

Regardless of all that, that smacks of stupidity anyways and it would be like someone saying it is because I work rather then stay home with the kids. I highly doubt that makes a shit bit of difference with my kids -- especially considering L was home with daddy for the first 8 months. I guess he isn't as loving? (I am laughing out loud about that because OMG B is WAY WAY more outwardly affectionate then even I am.)

The whole point of this... Doctors, in my opinion, rarely know what the hell they are talking about when it comes to psychological and behavioral things! I wish they could look back with the same skepticism that others have of them and think -- well in 1960 we "knew" X was the cause of autism and that turned out to be complete bullshit. My old pedi always talked to me because I was the decision maker in terms of "well recent research shows..."

But, the upside is that R did have his first pediatrician appointment outside of NY. Dr was nice. Didn't push for any shot to be done. Praised me for doing the early intervention referral already (actually said -- for language it is never too early) and sent us on our merry way.

Although I still miss Dr. B.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

31 for 21

I did this last year and plan on doing it again this year. The idea is that I will blog for the next 31 days to bring awareness to the fact that October is Down Syndrome Awareness month. Now last year I did a little tidbit with each post about Down Syndrome. Things that most people don't know about it. However, with the recent media attention -- I don't know how much help that will be. I will try to start that next week, so give me time.

And for those of you that blog every day... hey -- why not do it for a cause for the month of October (yes, Katie... I am talking to you. I have a feeling with all the politics of the coming month you won't have a problem finding things to talk about! LOL).

Needless to say -- the entries will get better than this. Hope you enjoy hearing about my kids for the next month.