Boy, am I behind the times! I can't believe that so many people, including my family has begun blogging.

Recently,I have been wondering what exactly a blog is. Though computer literate, I thought it strange for anyone to just speak out randomly like a sort of public diary.
My sister, Stefanie, mentioned she started one and that it was a great way to write your views and to communicate with family and friends.

Why not get it out there? Vent...get it off your shoulders. Share your life,your concern and love through cyberspace. She suggested we (our family) all do it . I am onboard....

Well, I must say, a whole new world is opened up to me. I love writing and sharing my thoughts, views and happenings within the lives of the Family Craig.
I hope you all will check back and see what we are all up to and maybe read a random thought or rant by me.

I love you and miss you all. I really miss having a big Greek Easter with you all very much. It was great spending time with mom, my kids' Yia Yia and Papou! They are awesome! And so are you!

I still need to figure out how to post pictures, but I will soon.

Love you all

thanks, but no thanks

you never get used to hearing the insults, the criticisms, the unsolicited advice from strangers, neighbors, even some friends and family when you have a child with a developmental disability whom harbors emotional challenges and exhibits some behavioral difficulties. they say,"send him to our house for a week, we'll straighten him out.

alright, as far as i am concerned, we all have some form of quirk... or so called "disability."

would it be fair for me to say,"come to my house for a week, i'll fix your a.d.d., your o.c.d. or your generalized anxiety disorder?

yeah, i will get you to quit drinking and chain smoking. come to my house for a week and you'll no longer be a procrastinator, an over eater, a neat freak or a slob.....

i will tell you that if you come to our house for a week, you won't be judged, ridiculed or criticized.

you will be accepted for who and what you are despite your "disability

you too,

will be loved unconditionally....

No Shredded Memories

As I sit at my computer, I watch the cursor blink, blink, blink...as if to say, "Well, come on, write something already!" I wonder what to write for my first blog entry.


I am listening to my husband sorting through mail. He bought a new shredder."Whirrrr! Whirrrr! Whirrr!


He brings me assorted items like my daughter's acceptance letter from the Governor's School for the Arts and says,"Do you want this?"


"Yes, I am saving it." I reply, still while thinking of what I want to write."Whirrr! Whirrr!


Here he comes again..


"Do you want to save Zoe's program when she was in Cox Idol?"


"Yes, I save all of that stuff, shreddable or not...."


The catipult Jimmy made in shop class, the clay dragon mask he made in art, every report card, honor roll certificate, Zoe's choral programs from the past 8 years of concerts, art projects, and original poems, etc.


I will continue saving these school memories for them as long as I can. I am so proud of their accomplishments as they should be. They are such great kids. We are lucky parents. "Whirrr! Whirrr!"


"Honey? Just shred the bills....."