This is me...

Dear Me...Ok, too scared and new to let anyone know yet that I've decided to start blogging, so it's really just me so far.

I've recently started writing a column for my company newsletter, and I realized that I miss writing. I wrote in high school for the school paper - and I've gotten the bug back.

I'm 39 - soon to be 40 - aaaaaaggggghhhhhh. I have two fabulous kids, Connor and Olivia. Connor is 3 and is such the wild man. Olivia is super sweet and just turned one.

Today's post is about the novelty of the poo filled pajama. My son is home sick with Daddy, and we woke up this am to the cries of "Daaaadddddddyyyy...". As I approached my son's room, I smelled "the smell". There was a great poo incident that filled his Lightening McQueen jammies. It's amazing that as a parent - stuff like this does not seem to really faze you. It's weird. Connor once threw up down my back - and I could feel it sliding down my torso, but all I could think of was - please get better, please feel better. The photo is of Olivia and I in our Halloween costumes this year. (Hopefully you already knew that - and did not think that we wore them all the time)