Monday, April 20, 2015

I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due to the men that's made a difference in my world...

{stream of consciousness}

As I write this I am enjoying two of my favorite things, night-time coffee and the Stanley Cup Playoffs. Hockey is great, but they Stanley Cup Playoffs are amazing. It's the best of an entire season before it and, although it's a winter sport, it's my sign that Spring is finally here.

At any rate, I'm watching the game and casting my usual voodoo curse upon Sidney Crosby, who plays for the Pittsburgh Penguins and is a regular subject of my ice hockey hatred. He's an extremely talented player, one in a million, really. He's also unsportsmanlike and whinny and prone to dives that would win anyone else an Oscar. If PJ becomes a hockey fan, he's not the kind of player I would want him to admire.

But hockey isn't really the thing that drove me to blog tonight. I was watching Crosby pout because they lost, thinking to myself about what kind of man I do want PJ to admire.

I think that, for the most part, most young children are surrounded by women. Although it is the year 2015, it seems that teaching is still dominated by women, which means that our children spend most of their day under feminine supervision. Nearly all of PJ's therapists have been women, too. I am thankful every day for these amazing people who have helped my son reach goals I was scared he would never reach. They are the type of women I respect and admire and want to raise PJ to respect and admire. Our lives are better because they have been a part of it.

But tonight, I found myself thinking a bit about the men in PJ's life, and what he gets from knowing them. He's surrounded by some pretty strong, smart, talented boys and men, and I hope he has the opportunity to learn and draw from their gifts, just as he does the women in his life. Just as I hope he appreciates and admires women, I hope he learns how best to do that from the example of the men in his life.

I hope he knows and appreciates the importance of math and science, and to understand his importance as a child of Jewish heritage, something he will learn from my dad, his Zayde. From his Pop, Pete's dad, the importance of building something from the ground up, and family loyalty. From his Uncle Steve, how to work hard and from his Uncle Carl, how to balance work and fatherhood. From his cousin Carl, how to share his natural talents and gifts with the world and his cousin Robbie, how to unlock secret worlds with imagination. From his amazing soccer buddies, Anthony and Nick, I hope he learns how to show others pure, natural kindness. From his "Uncles" Bob and Adam, how to be the most loyal friend possible. And of course, from his father, how to offer a composed, confidant, healing hand to those who are sick and scared, to be confidant in his beliefs and opinions, and how to be selfless, gracious, and brave.

Of course, as PJ gets older, he will become a fan of various musicians or sports heroes or movie stars, and I can only hope that he finds men to admire that display those same types of traits. Fame and money don't make life perfect, but it can certainly make it easier to be a kind person, and I hope PJ admires the best types of humans. I would like to think that the positive influence of the men who are in his life by design will shape the men he chooses to admire by choice.

PJ is lucky enough to have a very, very strong group of people- both men and women- who will influence him as he grows. As his mother, I am so thankful for that. I can see bits of PJ's future in all of the people around him and it looks very, very good.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

This is the place where everything's better and everything's safe...

After our aborted trip to Baltimore (cut short due to the fact that I spent the night in Spectacular Gastrointestinal Distress in our hotel room bathroom), I was so disappointed. I had loved trips to the National Aquarium with my parents as a kid, and was so excited to share it with PJ. But, the trip was not meant to be.

Although many days of vacation still stretched out before us, I felt like I had ruined our break. I insisted all week that, if the weather was nice on Sunday, our last day of vacation, we were taking PJ to the beach. The beach is PJ's temple and the ocean is his religion. I don't know how it happened since he has a mother who is a terrible swimmer and a father who burns if he thinks about the sun too hard, but PJ is a Certified Beach Worshiper.

Thankfully, Mother Nature obliged.

PJ slept until nine on Sunday morning, the effects of late-night partying at his cousin Sarah's 13th birthday party. It was a welcome treat, but we had things to take care of and by 10am, we were on the road.

As we approached the long bridge that leads into Ocean City, PJ began to tremble with glee. When he hit the board walk, we hopped on to a bench and slipped off his shoes and socks. When he hit the sand, he took a moment to wiggle his toes and touch the sand, as if he could hardly believe he was there.


And then, a wave crashed, PJ heard the call, and he was off.


The ocean was a frosty 41 degrees, and the wind chilled the air a bit, but PJ hardly noticed. He splashed his toes in the water and dug his fingers into the sand.


I had thought we would have a quick dipping-of-the-toes into the ocean, but PJ ended up spending a blissful hour and half playing on the shore. I watched him, snapping away with my camera as if I could drink in his happiness through the lens. Without a doubt, the beach is his happy place, his panacea, his favorite song.

When we were finally able to detach PJ from the beach, we headed back to the car to clean up and change clothes. As we walked to the car, PJ caught sight of the amusement park, just as a mini roller coaster was winding along its track. So after a pizza lunch, we headed to the amusements. First thing, PJ spied his favorite game- ski ball!



Truth be told, he is terrible at ski ball. His little arms can barely bowl the ball past the lip at the end of the ramp. Four games in and PJ scored a whopping zero points. Thankfully, the score means very little to him.

A quick stop at a height marker let us know that PJ, finally and officially, is 42 inches tall. This means one thing:


Big kid rides!

I was nauseous just watching them spin, but PJ had a blast! We hit the roller coaster, the tilt-a-whirl, the fun house and the giant slide, and the whole time, I wondered how the six-pound nugget I we brought home from the hospital could be officially 42 inches tall.


The afternoon was winding down, so we headed back to the boardwalk for some ice cream before we hit the road. I ordered a cone with rainbow sprinkles, but it was quickly hijacked by The Boy- my fault for thinking I could get away with ordering his ice cream in a cup. Even though the day was cool, the ice cream was just what we needed; a little bit of sweetness as the day drew to a close.



Have I mentioned that I love my camera. I do. I love it, hard.

The drive home was a quiet one. We chatted about how perfect our afternoon had been, about how much fun we had, and the always-asked question when we are at the beach- "I wonder what the Autism services are like here." PJ sat quietly in his seat, not napping but obviously very, very tired. We arrived home just as the light was turning early-evening golden. We grilled steaks for dinner and scrubbed sand out of the ears, fingernails, and various orifices of my very dirty son. Beneath the dirt, I could see that his cheeks were pinked from the sun, my fault for forgetting the sunscreen. On another day, this oversight wold annoy me, and I wold put a check in the "Mom Fail" column. But slightly sunburned cheeks couldn't take the shine off of this day. It was a perfect, perfect day, and if it wasn't already seared into my brain, I could use the nearly 200 pictures I took to remind me. 

Our life...it can be complicated. The everyday worries and splinters and scrapes can cloud my view of just how lucky we are. But on a perfect day like this I can see for miles, and all I can do is try to wear my gratitude instead of my blinders. 

Cheers to perfect days! 


Monday, April 13, 2015

Celebrate good times, come on!

Today was back to reality after Spring Break. Thanks to our school superintendent's penchant for delayed openings versus snow days, we did not owe any days due to weather and were able to enjoy a full week off.

The week started off with an aborted trip to Baltimore that was ruined by what I will call Severe Gastrointestinal Pyrotechnics on my part. It was real and it was terrible, folks, and left me writhing on a bathroom floor in a hotel room in Baltimore's Inner Harbor. We had intended to visit the National Aquarium but instead, came home so I could try and turn back to a normal person.

But, if nothing else, we Latini's know how to rebound. We filled our week with fun and stuffed the weekend with family and friends and celebrations!



Friday afternoon we had an impromptu trip to Chuck E Cheese to spend time with my cousin Matt, his beautiful wife Colleen, and Braelyn and Paxton, their little people. The kids had a blast playing games, dancing with Chuck E, and eating pizza! As my mom put it, this was a play date 50 years in the making. My mom and Matt's mom were best friends, and the woman Brae and Pax call Boo
just happened to be the cousin of my father, which is how my parents met. My mom and Eileen played as babies and now, their babies babies play together, and love each other! It makes me so thankful, everyday, for these family members who are also friends.

That night was cheer practice, and after the kids were done we celebrated the impending arrival of a very special baby boy! PJ's Coach Jen is due in May and there was a gaggle of cheerleaders who were thrilled to fete this already-loved little one. There were blankets and onesies and books and diapers, all waiting to be put to good use by the sweet mama and her baby boy! Miss Jen has such a special place in our hearts (as do all of PJ's wonderful cheer coaches) and we can't wait until Colton Edward makes his arrival!

The next day brought gorgeous weather and more parties! PJ had a great time at his buddy Paige's 3rd birthday, an arts-and-crafts themed celebration! PJ was thrilled with his first canvas painting, and Paige was the cutest birthday girl in all the land! Paige's mom, my friend Jennifer, is amazingly creative and talented, and puts a ton of thought into all of her kids parties! The activities are always easy, too, not too over-the-top or fussy, and the kids have a great time! I have secret thoughts of luring her into a party-planning business with me! 

And this girl here? I can't even talk about it. On the left? A skinny me and a chubby baby 13 years ago, just before her Uncle Pete and I started dating. Her mother, Shelly, and I were work colleges, and had no clue that we would be sisters-in-law someday! On the right? a skinny birthday girl with legs for NINE THOUSAND MILES with her chubby Aunt Breezy! I can not believe that this taller-than-me teenager is the same baby I snuggled in that picture. We all had a beautiful night with family and friends, celebrating this milestone birthday for our Sarah Charlotte! PJ had a blast, jumping on the trampoline with his many, many cousins and eating delicious birthday cake under the supervision of his cousin Riley!

It's hard to believe that all of this fun was smashed into three days! That left us with one golden Sunday before it was time to go back to school, and it turned out to be one of the most perfect days we have ever spent...

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Let me tell 'ya a story of my situation...

Yesterday Thursday was World Autism Day and as it turned out, it was a busy one (as was yesterday, since I didn't finish this post then!). Although I didn't get a chance to sit and write, I certainly thought about the day. PJ was resplendent in blue for a school fundraiser for Autism Speaks, and my Facebook feed was clogged with the stories and snapshots and moments of so many of the people we love, some families directly touched by Autism, and others just showing their support.

When PJ started school this year, he was placed in a classroom with neuro-typical children for the first time. I belived in him with all of my heart, but I wasn't sure how he would be received. Of course, I decided that if there was any disinterest on exclusion of PJ, it was was all in the hands of the other parents. They just didn't understand. Parenting a "typical" child is so much easier and if they couldn't extend a welcome than it was on them.

I know. I'm an idiot.

I had so much fear going in to all of this, and it didn't occur to me that there might be some fear on both sides. I was just so consumed with my own I couldn't see past it. But if I really think about, it might be hard for another parent to approach my child. If another person does not understand Autism, it isn't necessarily because they just don't care. It may be because they haven't had the opportunity.

So, how do I fix that? I guess that all I can do is be open, and let the people around know what our life is like. It is different, of course, but mothering is mothering, and I am willing to bet that Autism or not, it feels the same on the inside.

In our house, Autism looks like...


Puzzles in the morning, pre-breakfast...



Many hours of therapy...




We Light It Up Blue in our Superman garb to show who we are and support who we love...

We do a shit-ton of paperwork...

{no picture}
Who the hell would take pictures of that??

And we take Easter Eggs very seriously...



The moments that someone from the outside might not understand? No, I don't always whip out my camera for them. The meltdowns and the struggles over school and all of the other things that come with having a child with Autism aren't always the photogenic moments (not to mention that I really, really love my camera, and a full-tilt PJ tantrum would put it as risk.).

Someone on my Facebook wall said "Autism is not a gift." The comment was made in regards to the passing of a young man with Autism who died after getting lost in his hometown of Brooklyn. I understand the sentiment, particularly in the wake of a tragedy like this one. I don't think there is a pregnant woman who wishes for Autism. Autism is a drain on expenses and emotions. It can be dangerous, with tragic, incomprehensible consequences. It's just really fucking hard. I don't love Autism.

But my baby came to me with Autism. It was not at all what I wanted for him, but I wanted him. PJ is a gift, every part of him. There are times when it sucks, and times when I wish Autism away with all of my being. When the dust settles from the meltdown or the ink dries on the stacks of paperwork or I have wiped the tears from my eyes, I can remember that if I wish Autism away, I wish PJ away.

Life with Autism is hard. It's very hard, but life without PJ would be even harder. For me, knowing that is a gift. That is the snapshot I want people to see if they wonder what it is like to parent a child with Autism. It is the same gift every parent of every child has received.




Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Don't you dare change a thing...

First things first- the winner of the 4 pack of tickets to the amazing Liberty Science Center!

Drumroll, please! 


Hooray! The winner (thanks to Random.org and Rafflecopter!) is Carolyn Levin! I know her sweet son will have a fabulous time at the LSC! Congrats! And, of course, a huge shout out and thank you to the Liberty Science Center and my dear, sweet friends at Jersey Moms Blog for allowing me to share our love of the Liberty Science Center with all of you! 

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The weekend was fun and busy, kicking off with a friends and family performance at cheer on Friday night. The kids have worked so hard and look so cute in their uniforms! PJ loves to perform, and I love seeing the light in his face glow! Saturday morning brought the return of soccer! It was a very cold, very windy morning, but the sun was shining and the kids seemed happy to be back on the field. PJ has a nice group of friends joining him, which means I have extra mama fun on the sidelines! The best part? PJ's amazing Buddies from last season were back and waiting for PJ to arrive! The only caveat was that it was freaking FREEZING outside. PJ kept taking breaks to be snuggled because he was so cold! 

Despite the cold, the arrival of soccer means that Spring is here! On the first slightly warm day, PJ asked to go to the ocean. The kid has warm weather on the brain, and who can blame him? I am looking forward to lots of outside time and amazing adventures with my best guy! 

In the meantime, here's a few pictures from our weekend! 


Some shots from the cheer show! I can't believe the season is almost over! I have come to love this group so much, and the mamas aren't bad, either!


I actually didn't manage to get a good shot of PJ, but I absolutely love this picture of PJ's soccer teammate and classmate!


These are from the annual Palm Sunday pancake breakfast at Pete's fire department. PJ eats his weight in sausage every year, and gets his dose of checking out the fire trucks and rescue boats. As you can see, he brought along the Sodor Construction Crew. As one does.  


Friday, March 27, 2015

Everything's A-Okay!

Last weekend, my little family headed up the New Jersey Turnpike to one of our favorite places, the Liberty Science Center

The LSC was hosting an event for bloggers, giving me a rare chance to offer the benefits of writing to my husband and son, who also love the LSC! We arrived and checked in with Teicia and Cristie, two of my favorite Jersey Girls, and headed to a conference room for lunch, some hands-on activities for the kids, and the chance to meet Elmo! PJ was excited and apprehensive- I think seeing Elmo in all of his furry glory was a little overwhelming. He gave him a quick snuggle, but seemed more content to smile and wave from an acceptable distance! 



Elmo was visiting as part of the Sesame Street Presents: The Body exhibit, now showing at the LSC. Bright, accessible and interactive, The Body teaches young learners all about the human body in a fun, age-appropriate manner. Stations such as The Count's Organ Organ (my favorite- so funny and cute), Digestion With Oscar, and Your Amazing Body with my son's favorites, Bert and Ernie, kept PJ interested and entertained as he learned all about how his insides and outsides work. There was even a replica of the famous steps at 123 Sesame Street, and seeing my son on that iconic stoop connected his childhood with mine in such a sweet way. Sesame Street was such a huge part of my childhood and life as an early learner. It so so exciting for PJ to have the same opportunities, and Sesame Street Presents: The Body offered him the chance to experience Sesame Street in ways that I did not.



We also had the chance to return to a favorite exhibit, Beyond Rubik's Cube! Everything you ever wanted to know about the ins and outs of the most famous puzzle of the 80's is right here! The activities range from simple enough for my 5 year old (4 at his first visit) to complex enough for an adult. PJ is a fan of puzzles, so this hands-on exhibit was right up his alley! You will need to rush if you want to catch this one- Beyond Rubik's Cube will leave the LSC on April 19th!


Full disclosure: The LSC offers a multi-million dollar experience and what does PJ find to play with?

Yup. That's a stool.


Another new installation at the LSC is the incredible Infinity Climber! Suspended in air 35 feet over the main atrium and created from 64 "petal-like platforms," the Infinity Climber twists and turns, looking much like a giant metal vine that has bloomed from the walls of the LSC. It is both huge and lovely, and offers guests the opportunity to navigate it's maze-like structure and get moving! Completely encapsulated in 19 miles of hand-threaded wire, your family can scale its heights safely.  The last time we were at the LSC, the Infinity Climber was in its beginning stages of being built. Seeing it completed was so much fun, and PJ loved it!


You can win a 4 pack of tickets to the Liberty Science Center! It's the perfect day trip to entertain the whole family during Spring Break! The contest will open at midnight tonight (March 27th) and will close at 11:59pm on Sunday (March 29th). You could have FREE TICKETS IN YOUR HANDS as soon as April Fool's Day- and that's no joke! 
Just use the widget below to enter! 




 These cuties are from the Our Hudson Home exhibit!




Saturday, March 14, 2015

I can see all obstacles in my way...


Before we get started, have you entered the MeriMint Giveaway? This is your chance to win a custom-designed piece by Philadelphia-area designer Meri Dorfner, plus a $30 credit to shop away at her gorgeous Etsy boutique! You can CLICK HERE for the 4-1-1 on how to enter! The contest ends in four days, so get to it! Don't miss your chance! 
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It's Friday the 13th. I am ensconced at a table at Barnes & Noble, trying to write and relax without the distraction of my tv, naps, my cat, etc. The only problem is that now I am distracted by the overwhelming urge to buy a book. Oh, well. At least I'm not falling victim to my couch and today's episode of The Young and the Restless, as I am wont to do when I'm home. So we'll call it a wash. 

PJ eating a pizza he made himself at
his buddy Gabi's birthday party! 
I fled here in search of coffee and relaxation after an emotional week. It started with a meeting at PJ's school to talk about his placement for next year when he begins kindergarten. He is in a transitional year, so there will be re-evaluations and decisions made and his school situation could look very different next year should we choose to stay where we are now. Pete and I know what we would like for PJ as his parents, and we know what the schools have to offer. There could be any number of outcomes after he has completed his evaluations, but in the meantime it is a stressful guessing game, and the results could have us scrambling to move and get PJ in a new school district by the end of the summer. 

This was also the week that PJ's ABA therapy was scheduled to start again. After a poor experience with our first provider and the usual amount of insurance bullshit that comes with anything that has to do with securing treatment for PJ, it had been a long road to get to the point that we were ready to get started again. So, of course, a phone call came on Thursday morning, a few hours before his therapist was to arrive, alerting us to an insurance "glitch" that would delay our first visit. Just as I was hanging up the phone, Pete walked in to tell me our toilet was clogged. 

Dude. 

I burst into tears, of course. I mean, seriously? Between the metaphorical crap and the actual crap, I was up to my neck in it. So I indulged in a good cry, drank a cup of coffee, and rebounded to make some phone calls and get to the bottom of things. Thankfully, the insurance issue was resolved and we are back on track for next week. For now. 

I am a person that is full of contraries. I don't mind the chaos of a messy house, but I hate the chaos of a messy schedule. Not being able to plan, and plan well ahead, does not go over well with my fragile little psyche. So when things like PJ's schooling and therapy schedules are open-ended and up in the air, it makes me crazy (or, rather, crazier). I am not unlike my son in that I don't deal well with transitions. I like to know about them far in advance. When the plan are about my son, I want to see it all in front of me for miles, the good, bad, and the ugly. 

For now, though, it's all out of my hands. The plan is to relax and enjoy the weekend and try to stay out of my own head. Pete is working all weekend so it's just the Boy and I left to our own devices. I think we'll try to find some adventures wherever we can.

Wishing you an adventurous weekend! 

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

May your days be merry...

Just a quick "hello" today!

It's the Time for Mom blog hop today (it wouldn't be Tuesday without it!)! Be sure to link up your own parenting posts, or anything you would like to share with a bunch of cool chicks, and check out some of the amazing posts!

But before we do that, WHO WANTS TO WIN SOMETHING?????


Hell, yes!

MeriMint is the creation of Meri Dorfner, a Philadelphia-area artist (and my cousin)! She created MeriMint to showcase her love of arts and crafts, offering handmade jewelry, fashion accessories and home goods made from upcycled clothing and other media to form her gorgeous Etsy line!

Meri is offering a great giveaway with {...a breezy life} and some of my favorite blogs on the internets! If you're someone that reads here on a regular basis, it's finally paying off! You can win:


  • a $30 gift card to the MeriMint shop
  • a custom-designed piece from Meri
  • and a $10 donation to the charity of your choice, just to spread the joy! 
HUGE thanks to my favorite girls, Steph from  Life According to Steph, Rachel from Can't Google Everything, Mary Beth from Maple Brown Sugar, Louisa from Ice Cream Off Paper Plates, and my sister Marla from Luck Fupus for joining in for the fun!! 



The contest will begin tonight at midnight and end at 11:59pm on March 18th! Enter as many times as you like to increase your chances! The winner will be named by each of the participating bloggers!

GOOD LUCK! Thanks for being such a great friend to this little space!







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Monday, March 9, 2015

Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day!

I saw a story on the news today about a man who was dancing.

As far as I am concerned, if you feel the groove, you should shake your butt. I have been known to dance in long lines, in the shower, while making breakfast, and on actual dance floors. The Lord knows that I am a terrible dancer but, much like writing, when the spirit hits me I have to let it out! The Lord also knows that I have put on quite a bit of weight as I have aged, but I just shake that extra ass whenever I can.

It never occurred to me that someone might laugh at me while I rock out. Or, rather, it certainly has occurred to me that someone might laugh, but it never occurred to me that someone would out and out shame me in the midst of my joyful groove. But it did happen to someone else, a man who was referred to as a "specimen" and filmed as he danced, stopping when he realized his malicious audience was laughing at him. Joy squashed.

Aren't we better than that, folks?

Let me back up a second. Truth be told, there was a time I might have been the person laughing. I have looked at people in any number of situations and not only judged my head off, but laughed it off, too. Someone could have walked out of their door, thrilled with their outfit/shoes/parenting choices/mullet and I have no way of knowing if that person heard my laughter and if it ruined their day.

Now, we live in an age that allows us to have a mullet catch our eye one second and have our camera phones in our hands the next. Not only is this less subtle, but a nasty comment can be carried through the internet at the push of a button. We can shame someone's joy with behavior that we should be ashamed of ourselves. Not only can we ruin somebody's day, but we can splash the bloodshed across the world with a swipe of the iPhone.

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Picture grabbed from this article from People Magazine
Look at this gentleman's face in that second frame. All of the happiness that spilled over into dance is gone. I can tell you, with no uncertainty, that we do not have the right to make another human being feel that way. Murderers, rapists, people who harm animals, traffic drugs, don't yield to emergency vehicles- there are people and situations for which some hearty, righteous indignation should be held. But we do not have the right to make someone feel like that because you didn't like the dance.

Again, I can tell you that I have been known to reach for the easy laugh. I have hurt someone's feelings. I never meant to, but sometimes I was caught wielding the sword. Since my son was born, and particularly since we learned he has Autism, it's a behavior I have made an effort to work on. I am not 100% cured- just read my Facebook feed when The Voice is on. I'm human, but I've learned that I have no right to cut someone down because they are, also, human. It's not our place to ruin someone's happy. We have no right to kill joy.

If the groove hits you, dance. Don't worry about who is watching. Shake what your mama gave you and shake it like you mean it. If you happen to be the one who is watching, take notes. You were just schooled in joy.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

It's the thrill of the fight...

{musings}

I am sitting on my couch in a quiet house. We had a snow day this week to liven things up, which left me to pick up the aftermath of having a little boy cooped up inside all day. Trains all over, his beloved cat stuffed animals piled up on the couch, and bits of snacks abandoned everywhere. I found an apple slice on his dresser and an animal cracker between the couch cushions. Gross But he returned to school on Friday and we're back to "normal" and hoping like hell that was the last of the snow. At least, I'm hoping.

I know that March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, and that it is only March 6th, but I am really ready for some lamb-like weather. Although this winter was nothing compared to last in terms of snow, it was been a bleak, grey season and I am desperately ready for some sunshine! Playground visits and bike rides and after-dinner walks because it's still light out; I am ready for the new season to start! Bring. It. On.

March is a weird month in general, kind of whishy-washy and transitional. There are no major holidays (St. Patty's Day does not count, weirdos! Unless you have like, a family dinner and get dressed up or something. Then, I beg your pardon.), no real season to make its mark. I can't even bust out my maxi-dress collection.

This year, of course, March is also filled with meetings to discuss what will come next for PJ in regards to his schooling. I am a nervous wreck, of course. There is no real reason to be as of yet, but I find myself very anxious to know what the next step will be as PJ moves into Kindergarten. Last year we were very pleasantly surprised at the plans for PJ, so I try to remember that. But, I am not entirely sure that we will have the same luck this year. Much as I try not to dwell on the possibilities, it is difficult not to. And 'tis the season for special needs moms all over- nothing like IEP time to send us running for the bars!

Not knowing exactly what is around the bend is nerve-wracking, particularly because our next transition could be a big one that will have to be executed quickly. Thankfully, my little family seems to be able to roll with the punches, so we'll just hang on and see what's next.