Hello Again!

I thought I would give blogging another try, so I know the four of you that followed the blog I was writing nearly two years ago will be super excited.  If I'm being honest, I will probably only last a few months; I tend to get bored and need a new project after awhile, but really, how hard can once a week blogging be?  Not only is it slightly therapeutic, but it also forces me to use my brain, since my adult interaction tends to be lacking these days.  The bonus is a chronicle of the lives of my kids and how far they have come...It will remind me to look at improvement, instead of focusing on perfection, and be grateful for all of the awesome little components that make up my life.  Because, in all honesty, my life is pretty damn good.

I think anyone who reads this will likely know me in real life, but if you don't, a brief introduction:  I'm a 30-something stay-at-home, looking forward to going back to work, mom of two kids.  My oldest is an awesome 4 year old little guy, and my youngest is the fiestiest 2 year old girl you'll ever meet.  My husband flies planes for Uncle Sam.  I spend lots of time driving in the car to therapies, school, playdates and have an addiction to riding boots, probably in a bid to not totally frump out.  I'm pretty sarcastic so you can probably expect that to influence the tone of the blog.  Some days my kids and I are well put together, and other days I wear workout clothes even though I have no plans to go to the gym, it's just easier, and people assume you look like crap because you just worked out.  I usually have makeup on and clean hair, so I consider that a win.  Sometimes the filter in my brain doesn't always prevent things from coming out of my mouth, but in general, I mean well.

My oldest is diagnosed with Autism, which seems to command a large part of our lives at this time, so I will probably be writing a great deal about what that entails.  If you have questions about autism or some of the behaviors associated with it, please feel free to ask.  I never pass up a chance to talk about my little dude and am more than happy to explain the things that I can.  My youngest is not diagnosed, but probably should be, with high-maintenance syndrome, otherwise known as: being a girl...I'm not quite sure which one is more difficult.  For brevity, and because a picture is worth a thousand words, here's a glimpse:

 Chillin with a graham cracker, a pug, and Bloomberg Businessweek

Feeding said pug your graham cracker apparently necessitates removing your shirt and screaming.  Not my hill to die on today.  She got another graham cracker and has been allowed to keep her shirt off.

***I will pay for their therapy when they blame me for ruining their lives as teenagers.  Happy Thursday!***