number 1, number 1, now our fun has just begun...

Back by popular demand, (if you consider my cousin, Errika, "popular demand") is my super, sweet, silliness of a blog. Let me first say that I have horrible grammar. If you're the kind of person who likes to point out such errors, I must just say, simmer down pyscho. I'm pretty sure you're not perfect either. I also swear... a lot. I will try not to, however, since my 4-year-old daughter swears like a drunk trucker.

Now on with the goodness. Many of you know that my hubs (Dan) and I have 3 bratty kids. Caden, 7, who was born with rare medical anomolies. Which include gems like complete tracheal rings and choledochal cysts. After birth, he developed portal vein thrombosis, osteopenia, and profound hearing loss in both ears AKA deafness. He has had over 7 major surgeries and 200+ surgical procedures.. probably more. We have lost count. He spent the first 14 months of his life in 5 different hospitals.. blah, blah, blah.
Mazlyn, 4, is a jerk-ball. I thought little girls were supposed to be sweet and loving. She is just a funny, little jerk-ball.
Logan, 2, has down syndrome and he knows how to use it. He's cute, but he has a manipulative streak. We have been lucky with Logan though, he's only had 4 surgical procedures and ear tubes, no heart defects.

I am a stay-at-home mom 6 days a week. I work on Sundays as a hair-designer to pretty much keep my sanity. I also began selling Uppercase Living Products. I love it, I get to be artsy fartsy and meet other adults at the same time.

The hubs is a po-po. He thinks he's cool. I can assure you, he's not. He is, however, a helluva good dad and a pretty kick-a$$ hubby. So he can hang around... until Ryan Reynolds dumps Scarlett and asks me to marry him. Then I am outta here! J/K (not really)

So that pretty much sums it up for blog #1. Oh! We also have a swell cat, who catches mice like crazy, and a dog... who has seizures. As if we don't have enough medical issues to deal with.

Now, I am off to watch House with the sick hubs.


Till next time...

Meg

p.s. You're welcome, Errika.