Hi folks!

Welcome to my little corner of the blogosphere!  Sit back, relax, grab the Kleenex (sometimes I get all mushy), grab a glass of wine (I mean, come on...I'm a single mama raising a toddler with special needs...if I don't deserve to have a glass of wine, who the heck does??), and grab your friends, Romans, and countrymen because I am about to borrow your ears (shameless Shakespeare plug). I am unabashedly honest about all that comes with raising a special needs child, and I don't feel the need to apologize for it. Sometimes I say the things we moms "aren't supposed to say", and it doesn't bother me one bit because I know if I'VE had the thought, someone ELSE has had the the very.same.thought.  They've just been too scared to say it out loud.  And I totally get that.  But I got over the judgement that comes along with living an honest and authentic life a long time ago...so you think, I'll write, and we'll all be happy! =)

So, I'm sure you're curious WHAT special needs my little munchkin has. Well, back in 2010 we became the lucky winners of SCHIZENCEPHALY!  Woooooo hooooo! Some odds we have - it only affects about 1 in 100,000 kids a year, AND WE WERE NUMBER ONE!!  YES!!


In one swift moment my life was turned upside down, inside out, and all but ceased to exist as even a shadow of its former self. Within months I was on a first name basis with therapists, secretaries, doctors, nutritionists - ANYONE WHO COULD HELP ME HELP MY DAUGHTER.  And believe it or not, HER diagnosis was the best thing that ever happened to ME. My sweet, sweet girl has taught me what it means to REALLY live each day to the fullest, to never give up regardless of how much the process sucks, and to see THE PERSON before I see THE CIRCUMSTANCES.  She has also taught me how to make a killer martini to offset the angst I feel during dinnertime when she is hell bent on feeding her mashed potatoes to the couch.  Oy, those days.....

So anyway, I hope you decide to stay a while. I think you'll like it here.  What you see is what you get.  I suck at the game of charades.