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"I'm gonna find my way..."

Things on Thursday
This has been kind of a long week. As a Facebook friend put it, "Why is this week four weeks long?" I can't believe there's still two days left to this week!

Since PJ started school, our opportunities for play dates have dwindled, since he is in school during Prime Play Date Time, and we are working on this therapies when he's home. But a text message from a dear friend, offering lunch, potential kid fun, and company popped up on my phone, we made an adjustment to our schedule and went rouge on our usual schedule. And a good thing, otherwise, we might have missed out on all of this cuteness!

And speaking of said cuteness? I literally almost burst into tears watching PJ smiling and playing with his friends. A year ago, I wasn't sure if moments like this would be possible. Today, he smiled at his little buddies and reached for their hands again, ready for another round of Ring Around The Rosey.


In less cute news, I have been working…

"Just because it burns doesn't mean you're gonna die, you gotta get up and try.."

It's a quiet one here at the home of the Latini's of Collingswood. PJ went to bed early and fell right asleep, and Pete is working, leaving this Mama home alone to play You Don't Know Jack on Facebook and watch SVU instead of doing housework. Fail.

I hadn't been feeling great over the past week or two. I'd been plagued by some sort of blechy-ness and it was running me down. I finally succumbed to the lure of a Z-Pak to try and slay this beast before I really got sick! I learned my lesson in my 20's about trying to ignore illness. You can become very, very sick doing that! It's not a fun lesson to learn, so I try to make an effort to nip illness in the bud! Said Z-Pak worked wonders and I am feeling and sleeping much better.

Despite feeling a little run down, last week was a good week. Like, solidly, every day was a pretty decent one. PJ had a fantastic week at school, with great reports from his teacher and therapists! At home, we got through his therapie…

"Not to put too fine a point on it..."

Things On Thursday

...I was literally astounded by the kind, heartfelt, lovely comments people gave me about yesterdays post. Knowing that I have people who love my PJ, and who root for him- some having never even met him!- makes us feel like we can take on the world! It's a scary thing to put yourself out there, and it's really not even brave or special or noteworthy in my case. I blog because A. It's easier then actually talking about it and B. I really, really enjoy writing. So, there's two things that I get out of blogging before one person even read this. Anything else is just the amazing, delicious icing on top! But I wasn't prepared for the pure kindness that my cake was slathered with and I don't even know where to begin to say "thank you".

...PJ had his follow-up appointment with the audiologist today! We never really had any fears about his hearing, but made an appointment 6 months ago at the advice of his developmental pediatrician. At the…

"...and any way the wind blows, it's all worth waiting for."

There is an essay by Emily Pearl Kingsley called Welcome to Holland. It is a piece about raising a child with special needs. I had heard about this piece in various Autism forums and such, but didn't stumble upon it until very recently.

In her essay, Kingsley likens pregnancy to planing a trip to Italy. You buy books about the landmarks, learn about the history, practice your Italian language skills. In fact, you know other people who are also embarking on this trip, and talk and plan excitedly about what it will be like when you arrive. The day arrives, and you board your plane, maps and translation book clutched joyfully in your grasp. After a long plane ride, you land.

In Holland.

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

Kinglsey goes on to ex…

"...and by the force of will my lungs are filled, and so I breathe..."

Things That Happened This Week
*featuring a format to cleverly disguise the fact that my brain is too tired for any of my normal usage of things like paragraphs, transitional phrases, or basic writing skills*
This week was a busy one. We kept plugging away at PJ's new routines, which take up a good part of each day. It's getting a teeny bit better each day, but we still have made the decision to look for some outside help. We don't want PJ's progress to be impeded by own pride. It's time to admit defeat and look for a professional in the field of Applied Behavioral Analysis and get some help. If PJ can make this much progress with my pathetic ass trying to guide him, imagine what he can do in the hands of a pro. We're waiting for insurance information at this point, so just keep your fingers crossed for us.

**** PJ's teacher and I met this week to talk about putting him on a behavior program, a reward system that is akin to ABA but, of course, won't be …

"Don't give up, because you want to burn bright..."

Happy Monday, folks!

We had a busy, eventful weekend here, starting off on Friday with a bona fide night out for Pete and I! It was a night filled with sushi and celebration (Happy Birthday, Matt!). It was filled with an ear ring in each ear and (on average) two beers in each hand. I spent an hour plucking my eyebrows, sitting in our bathroom sink, and five minutes to inhale my delicious plate at dinner, sitting in a popular local spot. I took care with my clothes and painted my nails. After a week of struggling through PJ's therapies with him, it was an hour or two of relaxation and grown-up fun that I desperately needed.

Speaking of PJ's therapies...they're going. It is still a battle of wills for the most part, and my Boy is stubborn. It's like nothing I have ever witnessed in my life. If we're working with flash cards, and he's not interested, he'll fall silent, and if I press him for an answer, he closes his eyes!!!! In my imagination, I bang my head…

"One day I will build a fountain, drink and never grow old..."

{dramatic groan}

Uuuuggghhh. This working out thing is, thus far, not agreeing with me. Or, at least, it was until I let my friends Megan and Michelle get to me and talk me into going to "Fit Camp", a group workout session that Megan started about a year ago. With Pete's work schedule and my laziness, it's often hard for me to get there, but last night, the stars aligned and with my New Years fervor all aglow, I went.

Ugh. Dumbest move ever.

Today I'm feeling the burn, which is not so much the fault of the workout as it is the fault of my fat, lazy ass. Like, literally, my ass. It's killing me, as are my thighs (damn those squats), my abs, and my shoulders. Good because I love feeling that I've had a good workout, bad because OMGMYTHIGHS!!! The workout is actually a lot of fun, and the camaraderie of working out with friends can't be beat! For now, I am just trying to keep my eye on the prize and know that soon enough, it won't be so hard. I'…

"Head under water and they tell me to breathe easy for awhile..."

It's 2013, and my To-Do list is on!

I am full-swing into the typical "New Year, New Life" nonsense, and I only expect it to last about a week or so and, knowing that, I am trying to milk this burst of motivation for all it's worth! There's stuff to be cleaned, crap to be purged, and other such lofty goals to meet with gusto.

It's PJ's first full week back at school and hopefully, there will be a New Years transformation for him as well. The adjustment to school has been a challenge for him, particularly adhering to the classroom rules. Pete and I are working on better methods of communication with his teachers and in-school therapists so we can execute some of their behavior modification methods at home, hopefully, providing  PJ with some continuity about what's expected of him.

I'm feeling a little less discouraged then I was a few days ago. It's not that handing PJ's manic energy or getting him through his ABA drills has become any eas…

"The things I dream that I can do, I'd open up the moon for you..."

Things on Thursday: On Motherhood...

I had a post planned for tonight, about our last few days of vacation, and about PJ going back to school yesterday. He got on the bus with a big smile on his face, and my mama heart was a little bit sad to have our fun, snuggly, busy winter break come to an end.

It's all there, but on this ice-cold night, the third of this new year, my heart is breaking for another mama. I have come to realize that motherhood is a kind of a sisterhood. It's not without its cliques or battles or nastiness, of course, as any sisterhood is also a "human-hood". We're all human. And I think it's that simple, common denominator of humanity that makes every mama hurt when one mama hurts. Our babies are their babies and vice versa.

Motherhood is a heady, powerful thing. The same body that I curse for being too fat or torture into submission with hair dye and eyebrow waxes carried another human being within it and then kept it alive with this bod…