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I'm a model, you know what I mean?

Today's topic was a writing prompt offered by my sweet friends at Mom Babble! Stop by to read some amazing work by writers from across the country! I am very, very proud to be a part of the Mom Babble team! You check out my first Mom Babble piece here, and be sure to become a fan of Mom Babble on Facebook

Recently, the editors of Mom Babble posed this question to their contributors:

What makes you feel sexy as a mother? 
Oy, vey. 
This is a loaded question for me. I have struggled with body image for most of my life. I have criticized my ears that stuck out too far, my knees that were too knobby. I picked at my frizzy hair, my acne-prone skin and plucked away my too-thick eyebrows. I was too skinny, and now I'm too fat. 
The mirror and I have a strange relationship, and that hasn't changed. I work on it all the time, but it continues to be a work-in-progress, even as I approach my 40's. It may not be something that I am ever able to reconcile. Brie + Body Image = Eh..…

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 surrou…

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 b…

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…

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 …