Showing posts with label 31 for 21. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 31 for 21. Show all posts

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Randomday

Well, it took Donna Noble in a wedding dress, but Tertia is now a Dr. Who fangirl.
Up until "The Runaway Bride" episode she was cowering in fear whenever the rest of us watched one of the Dr. Who episodes.  They do have a very high creepy factor, so I can't blame her.  But a girl in a pretty dress makes all the difference, I guess.  I think she wants to be the next companion and travel on the "flying machine" with Dr. Who.
 Steve finished putting the second coat of paint on the fence today.  Daniel made repairs and put the first layer on last summer.  The paint is all that is holding some of the older boards together.
Along with the spiders (see yesterday's post) we have a lot of mushrooms around the yard.  They show up every year about this time.  Secundus and his friends used to whack at them with sticks when they were little.  I wonder if they are the fairy ring type, because they seem to grow in roughly a circle that gets wider every year.  This year the circle goes all around the house and is interrupted in several spots.  Don't worry. We have no plans to eat the mushrooms.

Today's randomness included all of the above plus cleaning two bathrooms which were far beyond the pale, making a triple batch of cream of celery soup to take to fellowship dinner tomorrow, Secundus working (helping to move to new office space), shopping for a new shower curtain and bathroom supplies, helping Quarta shop for a new cd player, more shopping, making pizza, and way more being the mean mommy who says no and makes you wash your hands with soap than I wanted to on my one day off.  Putting in a request now for a Saturday when I sew all day and do not run any errands at all.  I still need to: write a letter, deal with correspondence about Tertia's IEP, finish my Greek homework, and find a way to teach Tertia that soap is good and she needs it to keep clean.  Maybe a TARDIS shaped soap dispenser?

I noticed too late and have already skipped a day this month, but there are a lot of blogs doing this challenge - 31 for 21, blogging every day during October to raise awareness about Down syndrome.  I did last year and it was great, but I don't see being able to blog every single day.  Still, it's a worthy cause and I'll try to plan a few Down syndrome themed posts for a day that's a little less random.

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Monday, October 29, 2012

"High Functioning"

"High functioning Down syndrome."  I've heard those words a lot from people describing my daughter, and I'm not really sure how to take them.  Should I be complimented that they think she's better off than most people with Down syndrome, or offended at the soft bigotry of low expectations that implies it is unusual for people with Down syndrome to achieve what she has?  She's fortunate enough to have benefitted from good medical care, early intervention, and education... but those are all standard procedure for individuals with Down syndrome now.  I don't really know, but I almost think "high functioning" is a backhanded compliment, and I don't use it myself.

Instead, I want to celebrate in today's post some of the things my daughter does with excellence.  Not just "excellent... for Down syndrome."  Excellent for anyone.  It's a pretty long list.  21 items long.
  • She gives the best hugs.
  • She loves unconditionally.
  • She never holds a grudge for longer than a few minutes.
  • If someone needs prayer, she keeps praying for that individual until told she doesn't need to anymore.  She will remind others to pray for that person too.
  • She is generous and compassionate.
  • She is a fantastic hula-hooper.  Her little sister might be as good, but until they came along we were a completely incompetent hula-hooping family.

  • She reads.  And she loves to read.  And she reads pretty close to grade level.
  • Back in the day, she was the quickest of our 4 kids to get the concept of potty-training.
  • She can amuse herself for an extended period of time without help or supervision (this wasn't always the case).
  • She sings in the choir, keeps her place in the music and keeps her poise in front of an audience.
  • She finds her place in the hymnal and follows along with every hymn.
  • She knows all the dance moves for "Thriller."
  • She remembers her schedule, knows when she has to be where at school and how to get there.
  • She has always been good with "calendar math" and could probably find work as an appointment secretary someday.
  • She remembers all the important announcements that the other middle-schoolers forget to tell their parents, like signing the permission slip for the school social.
  • She remembers people's birthdays.  She remembers the birthdays of her 2nd grade teacher and the little boy who was in her class in 4th grade.  She reads the church bulletin and makes sure to wish everybody listed in it a happy birthday or anniversary.
  • What she doesn't know about Disney princesses is not worth knowing.
  • She doesn't care if some other 13-year-olds have outgrown Disney princesses.
  • She laughs easily.
  • She knows a lot of people.  She is always running into friends from school at Target or places like that.  They come up and give her hugs.  This doesn't strike me as weird, because it is obvious they genuinely like her.  The rest of us barely survived through 7th grade... she seems to be thriving.
  • She gets on the bus every morning with a smile on her face; she gets off the bus every afternoon and runs, beaming, to give me a hug.
     

Thursday, October 25, 2012

A day in the life...

I'm honoring my daughter (Blogname: Tertia) and raising awareness about Down syndrome this month in the 31 for 21 blogging challenge.  I've blogged every single day so far in October!  Most of the posts have not been about Down syndrome particularly, because I really do see it as just one aspect of my life.  But today I'd like to describe what a "typical" day for Tertia looked like.  This might help someone who has a very young child with Down syndrome and has fears or questions about the future.  At the least, it will be something I can look back on in future years to remember when she was this age.

At 6:45 this morning I flipped on the light in the girls' room and started the sometimes lengthy process of getting them moving.  Tertia is 13 and is not particularly a morning person.  I let them get used to the idea of getting up a bit gradually, but Thursdays are our super-busy schedule days, and I really needed them downstairs, eating breakfast by about 7:15 so we could pile in the car at 7:40.  Tertia came down around that time, dressed in capris and a pink Disneyland t-shirt.  This is pretty typical for her; she also wears light-up Skecher shoes with orthotic inserts for her feet, and bumblebee black and yellow ankle socks.  She has a smile on her face most mornings even if she is slow moving.  She selected leftover salad with Creamy Caesar dressing and some yogurt for her lunch, which I then assembled for her.  I filled her water bottle, then poured her juice for breakfast while she prepared her bagel.  When I remember, she also gets some Nutrivene D vitamin supplements with her breakfast -- I have fallen far behind on giving her the second dose every day in the evening, so in effect she just gets a half dose daily.  She can take capsules easily; has been able to since she was about 3.

We successfully piled into the car and Secundus drove us to Cedar Tree.  Teachers meet on Thursdays for prayer and Thursdays are the day I don't have a car pool, so I'm going to prayer meetings for the first time, and it's working out as long as I don't have to do it every day.  Tertia plays with the other early kids at the turnaround, soccer and basketball.  At 8:10 she sees me waving and comes running, after waving a cheery goodbye to her friends.  I'm hoping her presence there for this short time every week will make these privileged, private school kids a little more sensitive, and maybe I won't hear the "R-word" from them.  I don't very often, but you can be sure I go ballistic when I do.  The two of us drive back home, Tertia reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in the front seat next to me.  I ask her what's happening and she says something about Quidditch... and I ask absentmindedly, what houses are playing?  She says, they aren't at Hogwarts yet!  Oh, this is the World Cup, I say.  Yes, the World Cup, she says.  Later on in the drive she tells me that Ireland won.  She reads with the bookmark marking the line, at a pretty good rate.  I think she probably skips words, but I don't know... her phonetic reading ability is almost uncanny sometimes.  Comprehension not so much, but she does okay.

At home we have just enough time to finish packing her things before we have to go outside and wait for the bus.  Tertia really wants to kick back and relax in her room, but I won't let her and she comes down,  a little sulky and grumpy, and I hustle her into her jacket, grab her backpack and we go outside.  Our house is on a busy street and the bus driver is a sub today... I want to be sure she won't get missed.  The bus comes right around 8:40; she gives me a kiss and boards the bus with her usual smile, sulkiness forgotten.  The other 3 or 4 riders are all boys.  The bus has at least one more stop before heading off to the school.

At school Tertia is in an Intensive Academic Special Ed. classroom, as opposed to the Developmental Special Ed. classroom next door.  Apparently she is one of the "high-functioning" ones in her class.  I have a lot of thoughts about this, but I'll need to save them for another day.  Her class includes 6th-8th graders, and she is the only one in it who has Down syndrome.  Her teacher is a lovely, patient, and hard-working woman.  All the public school teachers we have dealt with have been lovely, patient, and hard-working.  They pour themselves into their students and they must spend countless hours doing soulless paperwork.  First period they usually do some study skills or a little bit of science. Second period Tertia goes with a few other students to a 6th grade general ed. "World Studies" history class, where today, they had a test on the peoples of the stone age.  This is her sole "academic" general ed. class; there is an aide who assists the special ed. students and makes sure they receive the adaptations they require.  Third period is dance (she has to change in the locker room), then I think she has lunch, and then 4th period is choir.  Both of those classes are in general ed., and she had both last year as well; other students are kind and accepting of her from what I hear. 

The rest of the day she is in the IAC classroom, for math tailored to her level, language arts (the curriculum is very simplified, but we have requested that she be allowed to read challenging books of literary quality -- she's working on The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe -- with the assumption that she will write book reports on them) and "social skills".  I feel more or less satisfied with her curriculum, but it's hard to know what it's actually like when I have to be off-site teaching her grade at a completely different school.  Sometimes it's a bit schizophrenic.

She comes home every day around 3:45; waves goodbye to her bus buddies and comes and gives me a hug.  After being around people for so much, I think she needs to decompress.  She likes to hang out in her room where she reads or waves pencils around.  This is a self-soothing behavior she has and I figure it's better than sucking her thumb, which she is trying to quit.  Sometimes she will make up imaginary stories, pretend she is a school teacher, or even carry on conversations with herself or her imaginary children.  She rarely naps after school but will often ask to watch a favorite TV show.  I'll let her do it if her daily chores are done.  This week she's supposed to unload the dishwasher, but she's been pokey about it, so it doesn't get done until I'm fixing dinner today.  I had to take the van into the shop and wasn't able to supervise/nag her about it earlier.  She enjoys Mexican mountains along with the rest of us for supper, and after some ice cream for dessert she makes her way upstairs to take her shower.  Some of us are planning on watching the Amazing Race episode we taped a few days ago, but Tertia is not really interested in this program.  She prefers to take her time with a long and leisurely shower, singing karaoke at the top of her lungs.

In the last few years she has become quite independent about most things, and I'm very glad about that.  It doesn't really bear thinking about what it would be like if she wasn't independent... we haven't really given her any other options because we don't have any!  She will always need help with some aspects of life, but with a loving and supportive family that is not a big obstacle.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Pretty in Pink, Then and Now

When she was this little, I used to be afraid of what was 10 or 15 years down the road...
... or sometimes, even two or three.  I'm not sure why, now.
"turn around and you're two, turn around and you're four, turn around, and you're a young girl going out of my door."

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Randomday: Hello Kitty Meets the Zombies

When only one kid in your family attends the public schools, she has some experiences you might not have thought of giving your other kids.  They aren't necessarily bad experiences, just different.  For example, at Tertia's school, the dance teacher likes to do a presentation of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" every October.  This is Tertia's second "Thriller" performance and she's getting pretty good at it. 

Unfortunately I was unable to attend the assembly yesterday because I was in the midst of parent-teacher conferences at Cedar Tree.  But I read the memo about the costume and it said to wear black/white costumes.  She was all set to wear pink because it was also "spirit day", but I talked her into picking a black or white top.  Specifically, she really likes the Hello Kitty boombox shirt, which is just her style.  Last year she came home with a little bit of green makeup on her face (for the zombie effect). But this year there was no makeup, and I'm just as glad.  Tertia doesn't like zombies: she says they are "creepy," but she knows they aren't real.

In the "Thriller" dance routine there is a particular dance move that I understand is called a "booty bounce."  I was a bit shocked at this the first time Tertia demonstrated it, but I told her it's fine in dance but not to talk about it at other times.

There's a joke going around in the Down syndrome community about the aptitude of our kids for dance: they have "Get-Down syndrome."  And it's true.  Tertia has a real gift for dance moves.  She is also the only member of our family who can dance the Macarena.

P.S. In the contest of Hello Kitty vs. the zombies, Hello Kitty will totally win.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Quarta's Turn

In an attempt at fairness in the distribution of cute baby pictures, here's the newborn picture with the three older kids and Quarta.  It was another rough couple of days at the hospital; I was still completely immobilized from the vertigo and the emergency C-section and did not pose for any photos. 
The girls have shared a room all their lives; and of course they could sleep anywhere if they wanted to.  In recent years Quarta has grown taller than Tertia, but Tertia still wears at least one size larger. 

Quarta has three parallel scars on her forehead: the first was when Tertia "pushed her into a bookcase" (she was about three), the second from a backyard mud-battle with older kids when she ran into a tree, and the third from when she ran into a parked truck.  It was at one of the E.R. visits resulting from these injuries that she acquired Blue Bunny:
Recently she has started displaying her crafty gene, which she probably gets from me, and made this outfit for Blue Bunny.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Softened Memories

This month I've made the commitment to blog daily in the "31 for 21" challenge.  Not all of my posts have been about Down syndrome, because I see it as just one aspect of a life that's full of many things.  But in looking through some older family photos, I've found too many sweet ones not to share.  Here's the picture of the boys at the hospital the day Tertia was born.  I've always been in awe at how thoroughly and snugly the nurses can swaddle a newborn.  We were kind of at loose ends that day, but the boys were excited to be big brothers (they each got buttons to wear!) and probably didn't understand why Mom and Dad were so frazzled.  Little Tertia was adorable despite a certain "squashedness" of her head that made her look a bit like General Burkhalter from Hogan's Heroes.  She and I had a very close bond starting that day, when I felt a little like it might be the two of us against the world.
I had already sewed a baby sling to wear her in.  We went everywhere and she hung out like a little kangaroo baby.  Here she is at the Portland Rose Garden... the one with real roses, not the sporting arena.  Emotionally what was the hardest for me was knowing that my beautiful baby girl was less than perfect in the world's eyes, and having her close to me was one small way of protecting her when I wasn't sure about how people would react to her.  Having this kind of close physical contact with her was good for her security and development, and good for creating a special mother-child bond.  None of my other children would hold still long enough... but I basically carried her for 9 months inside and 2 years outside.  Many of those days were hard ones; I was worried about things I'm not worried about any longer.  But if I had my little baby joy-bird close by, it was hard to be depressed for long.
So maybe you can understand why I found it funny, quirky, and profoundly sweet that she bought me fabric softener as a Christmas present last winter.  Now she's a big girl in middle school and could pick out her own presents and pay for them at the Dollar Tree.  She chose the soft blue bottle with a mommy and baby on it, and if you can't read the fine print at the very bottom, it says, "Soft as a Mother's love."

Mothers aren't supposed to have favorites, but this comes close to being my favorite Christmas present ever!

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Randomday

Chaaarge!  This is the little push-wagon we had for Tertia's therapy when she was little.  Once she figured out how to climb she sometimes would get up on the boxes of dried beans we used for weights. 
Soon nothing was safe.
Hotel room drawers...
the dryer... she was everywhere!  I was looking through old pictures and I just can't get over how photogenic and cute she was/is.  Having a baby with Down syndrome is just as wonderful as having any baby, but you get the added benefit of a slightly slower-paced infancy and toddlerhood.  You can watch the miracle of human development in slow-motion, sometimes with therapists pointing out things you never noticed in your other children.  It's a little bit (just a little bit) easier to keep up with a developmentally delayed toddler.  But you still don't dare take your eyes off them!

Sister Beth is back home in Scotland.  The fall rains have started and it's cold enough to want to wear wool.  Secundus had a massively huge cross-country meet today in Portland.  I think he had his best time yet, but scores haven't been posted yet.

The school accreditors have left and we can all go back to the regular stress of teaching and grading.

I finished the bind-off on my half-Pi "Camping" shawl yesterday.  No energy for blocking it quite yet.  Actually, today I had no energy for much of anything.  Lots of standing around at the meet and I still need to grade quizzes and figure out food for tomorrow.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Perfect




In the 31 for 21 challenge, I've been cheating a bit and blogging about general family things.  But this video came to my attention today and it's truly heartwarming.  Definitely worth the 15 minutes to watch.  So often our culture doesn't have anything positive to say to families expecting a baby with Down syndrome.  It may take a bit of time, but these families will frequently tell you that their child is one of the best things that ever happened to them.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

"Sweet and Loving"

I'm continuing to blog in the "31 for 21" challenge to raise awareness about Down syndrome this month.  When our daughter was born we were told that we would get tired of hearing the stereotype "They're so sweet and loving!"  But you know, sweet and loving is not a bad way to be, and when mostly happy goes along with it, a mom can't really complain.  Maybe that's why, after a few months of sadness for what might have been, I fairly quickly came to the point of seeing her birth as one of the best things that ever happened to me, and I haven't looked back much.  This picture reminds me of those busy days of therapy, when we fitted her booster chair with duct-taped rolled-up magazines so she couldn't slump over.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Our Cheerleader

While looking for some older photos to share during the 31 for 21 blogging challenge, I came across this one from 2000.  It's amazing how some things don't change.  Well, our carpet isn't as clean.  And she's bigger.  Same personality though.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Summer tomato salad

I'm participating in the 31 for 21 challenge, but they say you don't have to blog about Down syndrome every day and today is one of those busy days and yesterday's post took a long time and I've been waiting to share this photo for a week, so here goes:

I can never have enough of this salad.  When the tomatoes are finally ripe, I cut some of them up, together with about an equal amount of peeled cucumbers.  Red onion is nice, but I had a leek so I used it here.  And sweet basil leaves are a must... although I usually chop them.  Drizzle with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and sprinkle with salt and maybe a little freshly ground pepper.  The only problem is it was too big for the bowl.

It was a busy day today and we finally redeemed our coupons for the Mexican restaurant that we got at the auction last May.  I'll relate one little cute story about Tertia* before signing off... we were ushered in and asked if we would need any kids' menus.  She stated, "I'm 13 now," and that was the end of kids' menus for her!  She ordered a taco salad.  And said "Gracias!" every time the waiter came to our table.  She knows how it should be done!



* blogname for my 3rd daughter, the one with Down syndrome.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Political Tuesdays: Down Syndrome, Infanticide, and American Public Policy

Four generations, Spring, 2000.  My daughter was supposed to be born on her great-grandmother's birthday, but she came early, September 26.  My birthday is October 11, my mother's October 12, and my grandmother's was October 8.

When my grandmother was a girl, in rural Ohio in the 1920's, she said she thought there was a family with a child with Down syndrome somewhere in her county.  "I suppose they just kept him at home, quietly," was her remembrance.  If so, the child was fortunate.  During that time of the Eugenics movement and for a long time afterwards, children with Down syndrome were known as "Mongoloid idiots" and were routinely signed over to large state institutions at birth.  There, subject to untold abuse and neglect, they lived out their usually short, sad lives.  Very few Americans were really aware of such institutions at all, because disabilities, particularly mental disabilities, were seen as shameful.  There was no such thing as informed consent; individuals with disabilities were routinely sterilized, and there was no attempt to educate them or integrate them with society.  As bad as it was in America, we of course stopped short of the widespread atrocities in Nazi Germany, although the lack of scrutiny received by these institutions insured that bad conditions here would last far longer.

When my mother was a girl, she was a big fan of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans.  They had a child with Down syndrome, and defied societal expectations by not institutionalizing her, and even wrote a book about her short life, Angel Unaware.  Although her life was short, she had the benefit of being very much loved and accepted in her family.  Institutionalization was still the silent norm for most Americans with disabilities.  There was a strong, unwritten expectation that people with disabilities should not intrude on the public consciousness.  This expectation was most likely from both sides of the political spectrum, which was far less polarized then than it is now.  The people of America were decent, well-intentioned folks, but they disliked to be disturbed.

When I was growing up, people with Down syndrome were no longer routinely institutionalized, and great strides were being made in education and inclusion.  Yet paradoxically, the highest-profile case of Down syndrome I ever heard about involved the infanticide of a newborn child at the parents' wish-- an atrocity so much worse than anything I had encountered in America before that it left a deep and lifelong impression.  It was the case of Baby Doe in Bloomington, Indiana in 1982.  He needed relatively minor surgery to allow him to eat, but his own parents refused the surgery, presumbably because of his Down syndrome diagnosis.  The child slowly starved to death surrounded by the best medical technology in the richest country of the world, despite thousands of offers to adopt him.  Anyone who has ever heard Steve Taylor's haunting song can never forget it:



So the unthinkable became thinkable, and our country was further polarized, gradually reaching the point where prenatal tests for Down syndrome have become standard and abortion rates approach 90%.  And although both my grandmother and mother both started out as populist Democrats, they both reached a point later in life (my mother earlier than my grandmother) where they realized that the Democratic party no longer represented their concerns as Christians.  Political allegiances are complicated and I'm not trying to strongarm anyone into changing theirs, but in my experience, it was impossible to reconcile the conflict between the Democratic party's official policy of abortion on demand for any reason, and the desire of all decent human beings to do the right thing for vulnerable individuals.  Baby Doe was one of those moments for both my mom and me.  I remember at least one conversation where we both agreed we would be willing to adopt a child with Down syndrome, to save it from a fate like that.

Five years before my daughter was born, Al Gore made his little "extra-chromosome right wing" remark.  I remember looking up from unloading the dishwasher in shock when that came over the radio.  "If I had a child with Down syndrome that would be so offensive..."  It's another one of those semi-prophetic moments I look back on now.

I've had good people, well-educated and some with medical degrees, ask me why I even mention infanticide and abortion in connection with Down syndrome.  The implication is, "You love and want your child, you would never do this, so why concern yourself about what others choose?"  Well, for the same reason that John Donne said "ask not for whom the bell tolls."  Every time a child with a mental disability is denied basic human rights because of her mental disability, don't you think it affects the entire community?  Don't you think it makes it that much harder to gain recognition for the real needs associated with this diagnosis?  The desire to pretend that the intentional genocide of people with a particular disability is not happening is strong... it helps us feel better about ourselves and the country we live in.  It's less disturbing that way.  But it's not right, and it's not true.

Infanticide of newborn children with Down syndrome, and other disabilities, still happens.  The congressional testimony of Jill Stanek tells of an incident in 2001 at the terribly mis-named Christ Hospital in Illinois.  At this hospital, more often than you'd think, late-term abortions were performed by a method that allowed the fetus to be born alive, although very premature.  At this point, the infants, already born, were left to die.  More often than you'd think, this took hours.  It was hard on the nurses, to say the least.

At both the federal and the state level, a Born Alive Infants Protection Act was introduced to provide the smallest measure of legal protection to a child like this.  There was overwhelming support for this legislation.  But on three separate occasions, while an Illinois state senator, Barack Obama voted against it.  This is why you will hear (although never in the mainstream media) the charge of "supporting infanticide" leveled against the President.  Although he has tried, he has not been able to refute it.  And this is a fundamental reason why, no matter how "likeable" the President may be, I could not in good conscience support him.

Again, it would be a fair charge to say that I am "personalizing" the political issue.  I'd have to plead guilty.  This is very personal to me.  My daughter's birth did change the way I look at things.  I need to be more vigilant with her than with my other children, just to protect her and make sure she develops the skills she will need in life.  To have one class of people with Down syndrome, loved and wanted and included in society -- I think we all agree that this is a good thing.  But to have a secondary class, discriminated against solely because of their disability and status of being unwanted -- this is unconscionable in a society that values human rights.

Monday, October 1, 2012

31 for 21

I'm reposting this picture from Saturday's Buddy Walk because I just love it.

October is National Down Syndrome Awareness month.  And although I'm not usually a big "awareness" kind of blogger, I've signed up for the 31 for 21 blog challenge this month.  We'll see if I make it posting every single day in the month of October.  October is a really busy month and I've got a lot of high-stress deadlines coming up, like the inspectors coming to watch my classes, various appointments, and a large amount of carpooling and schlepping, but parenting a just-turned-13-year-old beautiful girl with Down syndrome is not generally one of my high-stress factors. 

And because my blog is my happy place, I figured I could try to share more about one of the factors that helps keep me sane, happy, and balanced.  Having a child with Down syndrome is, perhaps surprisingly, a big stress-reducer in my life.  I wish more new parents knew this.

So why is it that 13 years ago, I was devastated, morose, convinced all chance of normalcy was gone forever from my life?  I knew a little about Down syndrome before the doctor came into the room to break the news; enough to know that most babies diagnosed in utero aren't allowed to be born and join the rest of us.  I wonder, now, if what I thought I knew about how "horrible" Down syndrome must be was more what I had absorbed from society subconsciously.  Because I can tell you from my perspective, 13 years in, that kids with Down syndrome are awesome!  They have so much to offer that the fear and stereotypes just do not hold water.  I have to be careful not to love my daughter more than my other 3 kids.  (Hmm, is it even okay to say that?!)

So I'll be welcoming some new readers to my blog this month and I hope they stick around for some of my ramblings.  Most of the time here in CarpeLanam land I gab about knitting, quilting, spinning, teaching Latin, my favorite books, politics, food, and family.  I plan to continue that during October but focus on Down syndrome a little more than usual.  Because Down syndrome is really just one facet of my life, and I would like to see a society where people with all levels of ability are routinely accepted and included, just as my daughter has been in our family.