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Create in me a miracle, something clean and something beautiful...

Burst of Creativity
I have always been a creative person, rather than a pragmatic one. I grew up a little dreamy, and loved to give in to the urge to write a poem or sing a song. As I grew, I learned to balance all of that with a more practical side of myself, but I never stopped loving the joy of creativity.
Now that I am a grown-up, a wife and a mother, it can sometimes be difficult to find moments to express creativity just for the sheer joy of it. Women in particular, and of any age, are so busy and carry so many roles. We have ample opportunity to create, to make Valentines for your child’s classmates or put together a Halloween costume. We use our creative muscles to keep our family’s lives going every day. As a woman, my place in my life allows me the chance to share my creativity with the people I love which is an amazing thing! But it’s finding the time to create for no other reason than the sake of creativity that can be elusive.
If you are a creative person, the chance to …

There’ll be magic, there’ll be fun!

Just a quick note tonight...


PJ had his first show tonight with cheer team, the South Jersey Storm. We are back for a second season and so happy to be there! PJ needs me less now- last season, I had to be out on the floor with him for practice. This year, he can be out there with his coach and team and learned his routine all by himself. The routine seems to get better and fine-tuned as the season moves along, so it's likely that tonight's show was just a preview for what we'll see as the year moves along. But all of that aside, there's nothing in the world that can beat watching my son be part of group that loves him so much, and that he loves back.

In fact, they love him so much that they all leap up to chase him when he decides to be a brat face and make a run for it!!

This weekend was filled, from start to finish, with so much love and happiness and celebration (more on that later) and this performance was the perfect way to cap it off. I can go to bed tonight (and…

God only knows what I'd be without you...

I got to indulge in one of my favorite pastimes today- being alone in the car, blasting music. It's a rare thing for me since I became a mother. With PJ in the car I have to watch the content and the volume of the music choices but when I'm alone, I love to blast whatever music is playing and sing at the top of my lungs. I set my iPhone on "Shuffle" and the car filled with "America" by Simon and Garfunkel, "Levon" by Elton John, "Pet Sounds" by The Beach Boys. It was mixed in with some LL Cool J, Britney Spears, and the soundtrack to the movie "Pitch Perfect." 
As the songs ticked by, I started thinking about my taste in music and where it came from. The answer to that is, largely, from my parents. I can score the entire soundtrack of my childhood with the music my parents listened to in the car. My parents had control over the radio, and the music from two Philadelphia stations (Oldies 98 and WMGK Magic 103) would flood the c…

You talk, talk, talk about it...

I wrote this post a few months ago, a little bit on PJ and some of our favorite PJ-isms. Because of Autism, his speech has significant delays but as his skills have improved, he will replace a word he doesn't know with one that makes sense to him. It can be very specific and it always cracks us up! 


"Green and Orange Cereal" Lately, he has added "Jack Apples" to his repertoire, but usually, he asks for these by color. 
"Thirty Ten" Because, duh. That's what comes after thirty nine. 


"Blue Toy Story" If you just suggest Toy Story, he will correct you. 

"One grilled cheese" This can mean that he wants a grilled cheese sandwich (a favorite), but it can also mean that he wants a slice of cheese. Heaven forbid if I don't know which he means. 

"Green and orange tissues" He has a thing for green and orange. Either way, if you approach his nose with anything other than one of these, there will be no boogie wiping. 



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It's all a part of me, it's who I am.

I'm over at the Northeast Bloggers Network talking about the things that inspire me as a writer! Stop by and check out my piece, and stay to read the work of some fantastic bloggers!
My friend Mary Beth brought me into the literary folds of a writing group that meets monthly. Hosted by a sweet woman named Debbie, it is a chance to share and talk and write with other women who like to share and talk and write. Ironically, Debbie's home always makes me wish I had brought my camera- nestled on the edge of a wood along a lovely stream, the property is exceedingly beautiful and lends itself to serene creativity. I always have the urge to take a photo rather than write about it's beauty.

We sat at the table and a stack of envelopes was passed around, each one containing a writing prompt. I slid my card out and read the topic question:

What roles do love and affection play in your life?

Oh, for God's sake. I sighed and considered slipping the envelope back into the pile and ch…

I don't know how you keep on giving...

 ~ Treat Your Teachers ~
“Just because” gifts are my favorite kind of present. The holidays are amazing, and birthdays are so much fun, but there is something so joyful about a little surprise on an ordinary day. It’s a little bit of unexpected love when you least expect it.
Who is more deserving of a little pick-me-up than your child’s teacher? The people who wake up early every day to preside over classrooms full of young learners often receive the least amount of positive feedback for their efforts. You don’t need to spend a lot of money or spend hours trolling Pinterest and wielding a glue gun to say “Hey, teacher! Nice job! Thank you!” Instead, try out one of these simple, thoughtful treats: School supplies- Teachers often pay out-of-pocket to keep their classroom stocked with essentials for learning. A bundle of pencils tied with curling ribbon, sheets of stickers, and marble notebooks with a pretty pen attached- all are inexpensive gifts that will ensure your child’s classroom is…

We did the Mash...

I'm over at Central Avenue Chryster/Jeep talking about how being alone in the car is the New Vacation when you become a parent! Stop by and check it out! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Our Halloween was a good one! It was a perfect fall day- cool and cloudy, but not so cold that the kids needed winter jackets over their costumes. Remember those days?? 
The day began with the Halloween parade and parties at PJ's school. PJ was not thrilled to be wearing his costume. He took it off so many times I started telling people he was going at Stripper Buzz in the hopes that someone would start throwing dollar bills. But the parade was adorable, despite all of PJ's attempts to turn back into a real boy. The classes all marched by in varying levels of cuteness, the highlight being when the 5th graders broke out in the Thriller dance. After the parade, the kids returned to their classrooms, where many snacks were enjoyed and much noise was made. 
The tradition, si…

I'm empty and aching and I don't know why...

Ugh.
I was in a dark mood today.
Typical Monday.
I felt a step behind all morning,
 while battling a headache.
I got to the gym and had a great workout,
 but since I only had a slice of toast for breakfast
I got home and was hangry.
So I ate all the things.
Fail.
Picked up PJ from school.
He had an outstanding morning, but a rough afternoon
  and was in a mood as dark as mine when I arrived.
We drove to CHOP for speech therapy,
 a ride punctuated by PJ taking off his shoes
and throwing them at me.
Let me tell you-
 tiny Nikes thrown at high velocity are no joke.
I turned to glance at him just in time to get a sneaker to the face.
{grrrrr....}
We found a parking spot and
 PJ threw the Go limp instead of walking
  tantrum.
It took us 20 minutes to make the 5 minute walk to the therapy room,
  and I tried to stay calm and not dislocate PJ's arm as I propelled him along.
His speech therapist took him off of my hands so I could check him in.
 I have never been so happy to spend $40  by…