Hello.

Well I am finally doing it. Inspired by the many wonderful bloggers out there, I am joining you all. I want to share my experiences, commiserate and maybe just vent sometimes, about life, life with two kids, maybe more specifically (but not necessarily) about life with my son L, who has Down syndrome. As an aside, I always wanted to start a blog to talk about the DS but now that he is older (a wise and mature 3 3/4 (ha!) I don't feel that the DS is so all encompasing. It's not completely who he is it's just a part of him. Believe me that it took me a long time to get to that point. So it will be about DS sometimes, but I imagine it will cover a lot of other things too.

So, an introduction. I just turned 35 (I am still shocked by how much older 35 looks on paper then 34. Ahem.) and am the mom of two; L (see above) and E who will be nine months (how the hell did that happen?) next week. I am married (at least in my heart, if not on paper) to a wonderful woman. A little over a year ago we made the jump from Big Metropolitan East Coast City to the burbs, where we bought a house. For the most part, I love it. I had my fun in the city. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss Thai delivery and our walks to the park where there was Always Someone To Play With. However I do not miss circling the block for parking for an hour (yes, I've done it), nor do I miss having a family of mice for roommates as well as neighbors who treated our building hallway as a smoking lounge.

But I often have moments, especially when I am somewhere like, say, Costco, when I am pulling out of the driveway with my two kids in my minivan and I need a shower and I haven't gone to the bathroom in like five hours and I think to myself, how did I get here? I used to be hip! I used to go see Pavement and Sleater Kinney and go to work still hung over, back when I lived in Cool Northwest City. I used to shop at thrift stores and write in my journal every single day. Oh well. I have other things going on now. That's life.

I work full-time, I commute to above described city which can be exhausting, but I love my job and think working full-time makes me a better mom. I love cooking and baking, believe I have a touch of OCD, value a sense of humor above perhaps anything else and have a little too much nervous energy for my own good sometimes. Also, my mom died when I was 27 of cancer. She was diagnosed in February and died in May. This forever changed me and how I view the world.
Not to end on a depressing note, but thanks for reading if you've come this far. I hope you'll stop by again!