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"I sit and wonder why-y-y-y...Sandy.."

Oh, please. Like there was another song I could use this weekend.

In case you've stumbled upon this blog and aren't on the eastern seaboard, we're being pummeled by HurricaneTropical Storm  Post-Tropical Cyclone (according to the National Weather Service) Sandy. She has been dumping rain on us for over 24 hours now and this afternoon the winds kicked up. I am as far inland as you can get without being in Philadelphia, so thankfully, things here aren't as bad as they are at my beloved shore, where there is extensive damage.

I have to admit, I'm a bit worried about this little girl:

 We managed to squeeze in a very busy weekend before Sandy rolled in. There was a girls night out, the Lupus Walk, Robbie's 5th birthday, and some dying my hair purple time.

Wait. What?

At any rate, I'm waiting out the storm and trying to keep poor PJ amused! We are used to lots of activity, but without even therapy to get us through, it's a challenge keeping my high-ener…

"I can't find the air..."

Oh, these boys. How blessed I am to have them. We shared some fall fun yesterday, pumpkin picking at a local farm! PJ, at first, only had eyes for the tractor. "Green tractor!" He ran through the pumpkin patch drumming on the huge ones and trying to fling the smaller ones while Pete tried to chase him with the camera and camcorder. Sigh. But he was happy as can be and on the way back discovered just how fun hay can be. :-) He piled it on his legs and threw it in the air. It was fresh, super clean, fluffy hay and it smelled amazing. Like, I wondered if maybe Yankee Candle made a "Fresh Hay" scent. Sadly, my lungs didn't agree and went all "Bitch, please, you know we don't do hay!" and fffffpppt Shut the heck down. The rest of yesterday was, needless to say, Uncomfortable. I was struggling to fill my lungs with air as I grappled with one of the more severe allergy attacks I have ever had. Ugh. But it was worth it to miss some air in my lun…

"You're original, cannot be replaced..."

After a brief absence, I was all set to return to my blog last night. But I didn't. You're welcome.

Let me back up a bit. The past week has been a busy one, with all of PJ's usual therapies and activities. I have also been working on a nice bought of Fall Cleaning, which can turn into quite an ordeal foe someone who is as big a slob as I amwho wants to make sure every detail is perfect who, quite frankly, would rather sit on my ass and watch tv then scrub shit. But there were fall clothes to clean and organize, bedrooms to straighten up, and a bathroom that needed to not look like it would give you a tropical disease if you dared to take a pee.

I also managed to squeeze in a girls night out with two of my oldest and dearest before being flung into a week where Pete's work schedule had him gone four nights in a row. So, needless to say, we all had our hands full here, and my blog suffered for it, even though I had (as usual) much to say.

Last night I was all ready to…

"If they knew you at all, then one by one the angels...will fall..."

So, just in case you thought my victorious tone in yesterdays post was a bit too smug, you should know that PJ woke me up this morning by spilling the glass of water I had on my night stand...on my head. I woke up to PJ's gleeful cry of "OH NOOOOOOO!" as I was simultaneously doused in room temperature water. PJ couldn't stop laughing even when I scolded him.


That was me, falling back to Planet Toddler.

Despite that auspicious start, the day was not too terrible. Therapy went well, the weather was outstanding, and PJ had another accident-free day! Pete has a few days off from work, so I am planning on catching up on some projects around the apartment and soaking in as much family time as possible!

************ To change tone for a second...the other night I saw this story:
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I look at Malala Yousufzai, this beautiful young girl, so brave and determined...I think of myself at fourteen…

"Bicycle races are coming your way..."

Today was a "big deal" kind of day.

It didn't seem like a special day. We woke up and PJ had an early therapy session, leaving us our entire morning for fun and adventure! The weather took a turn for the slightly warmer and less wet, so PJ and I ventured outside to get some fresh air.

On a whim, I got PJ's little balance bike and helmet out of the basement. PJ got them as gifts from Mommy and Daddy the Easter bunny, but hadn't shown much interest. The helmet especially had been a challenge, PJ hated it! So, we would bring it out now and then. PJ got over his helmet-phobia pretty quickly but the bike only held his interest for a minute or two, tops. Today, though, the gorgeous weather seemed like a good omen, so I got out the bike, strapped on his helmet, and PJ?

PJ went all Lance Armstrong on me! He hopped on and propelled along, carefully holding the handle bars and listening to my help ("Sit up on the seat, Buddy! Okay, now push with your feet!Oh, NO, yo…

"You're so precious to me..."

Today was a real, start-of-fall day. It was grey and cold and damp. It was snuggle inside weather... Wear your pajamas all day weather... Don't bother putting on a bra weather. Well, just me for that last one. It was an ordinary day. It wasn't shiny or exciting. It, really, wasn't anything to write about. But, there were lots of hugs. Tons of laughs. Scads of jumping on Mommy and Daddys bed. Well, just PJ for that last one. At the end of the day, After a glow stick bath (PJ's favorite), I zipped my big boy into the first pair of footie pajamas this season. (It's going into the 40's tonight and my boy gets icicle feet and hands, just like his Mommy!) A few days ago, my mom and I went shopping to get PJ some new clothes. Particularly, some school clothes. Because my big boy is going to school next month. Sigh. But when I zipped him into a nice, warm pair of Blue stripped footie pajamas, With his beloved paci tucked firmly between his lips... Ahhh....ther…

"If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad..."

A while back, I mentioned that my sister Marla said that on Fridays, people tend to blog about the things that make them happy. And why not? For most folks, Friday is the end of the work week, the start of the weekend, the night that there's good stuff to watch on television. It means that Saturday is coming, family time is coming, fun is coming. Friday rocks my socks.

Today was a darn good Friday, in fact, it's been a pretty darn good week. With the exception of PJ being slightly more tantrum-y then usual (he has another damn molar coming in), it has been a week full of happiness, sweet thoughts, and surprises.

Potty training is going very well! We are taking it slow, but PJ seems to be getting the hang of it and understanding the feeling of having to go. He still has to be led to the potty most of the time, but he has gone all on his own a few times. He also used the potty outside of the house (I bring his potty seat with me and just slap it on the toilet wherever we are) …

"Illuminating just what you want to show..."

For a Monday, today was a pretty good day. Actually, it was a great day! It was one of those days that hit the sweet spot- therapy went well, we had a great day at the play ground, PJ napped well, and we all ate dinner together as a family. I felt like I was hitting all of my marks as a mama for once, no mistakes, no slip-ups. We got through therapy, we chatted as we walked to the playground, he made me proud when he shared his snack with a cute little girl. We made mulch snacks by the slides and used sticks as forks. There were many pee-pees on the potty and long stretches of dry Thomas the Train underpants. PJ napped and I cleaned the kitchen. Dinner was edible and I tucked a clean, well-fed, precious little dude into bed right at bedtime.

I am a pretty good mama most days, but today? Today I kicked ass.

PJ and I ventured over to the playground to meet up with some local parents who have a group on Facebook. It's used for communication about local events, shout-outs when someo…