Sunny Smiley Sunday.

Saturday was chilly and overcast, so we stayed inside for the most part. But, I did shoot some video for those of you who are super interested in my 2-year-old, Cameron's, antics...

We're working on the concept of sharing. It's coming along (slowly):
No wonder it takes so long to get out the door with this girl (the drama, the antics, sheesh!):

Today we woke up to the sun shining brightly and clear blue skies. Max was up first (as usual) and the two of us made a triple batch of pancakes. Cam slept in and she had to be satisfied with microwaved pancakes, which she thought was a bit of cop out:Later in the morning, Scott's parents came over to help redo the front garden. And by "help" I mean they did all of it. They pulled out every half-dead, ugly, overgrown plant and weed from the front bed. They put down fresh soil. They planted new plants, arranged the rocks, and put down mulch. I wish I had taken a before picture, because you would NOT believe how bad it was.

Cam cheered Nana and Bumpa on by yelling "HI NANA!! HI BUMPA" out the window repeatedly. Max observed, making sure they got it right: The end result is terrific. I have no clue what any of these plants are, except for the hostas up front. Dave and Lorraine tell me they are going to fill it in a bit more with another hosta and some daisies. Then all I have to do is water it and weed it. They promise me that it won't get all wild and crazy like its predecessor.We've had this little Robbin hanging out in the front yard for the past week. Max and I named him "Juan Carlos" in dedication to the state of Arizona. Juan Carlos approves of the new garden, and appreciated all the tasty worms and grubs that were dug up in the process.Cam dined on her hot dog and apple lunch in the backyard on her new tot sized picnic table (a gift from our neighbour Kelly). Funny story, Kelly looks like Wonder Woman, flowing dark hair and all, so I keep slipping up and calling her Lynda. Very embarrassing, especially when I encourage the kids to greet her with "Max, say hi to Lynda". Dear lord I need more sleep:Max has figured out how to turn this kiddo swing set into his own jungle gym. He can climb all the way around the circumference of the house, and is working on how to get himself across the red bar, which, you know, is fantastic. Ugh.Cam has figured out that not only is the picnic table good to eat on, but it is also a pretty good place to catch some sun. I love how unimpressed she looks in this picture.Nana and Bumpa stayed for a "thank you thank you THANK YOU dinner" and helped put the very tired kids to bed (gotta love the fresh air and sunshine!). Because of this, Cameron got treated to some extra stories tonight as Nana took the first shift and I took the second shift. Not to worry, she still complained bitterly when I told her it was time for sleep: A good day for sure. It's hard to be bummed out when the sun is shining down on you and you are surrounded by people who love you.

10 Reasons Every Woman Should Wear Crotchless Panties.

Somewhere between my first and second dose of cough syrup with codeine this afternoon, it came to me. Every woman should wear crotchless panties. Perhaps not all the time mind you. But for sure there should be at least one pair in every lady's lingerie drawer. It wasn't a fleeting thought either, I'll have you know. Even in my foggy state, I came up with what I consider to be ten solid reasons.

10 Reasons Every Woman Should Wear Crotchless Panties:

1. We're all looking to add a little spice in the boudoir. Trust me, crotchless panties = plenty o' spice.

2. You will never hear "that's nice, take it off" (no need, really...)

3. I dare you to not get turned on while wearing crotchless panties. Seriously.

4. They will absolutely lead to steamy, hot, mind blowing sex. Who doesn't need a little of that?

5. Your lady town will get a lot of fresh air. A good thing, no?

6. From a functionality perspective, this attire offers a lot of options (namely flexibility regarding geographical location of the getting down...Starbucks washroom anyone?).

7. There are crotchless panties for every shape and size (even us curvy ladies).

8. Even spanx come crotchless (though, I personally believe this is meant 100% for going to the washroom as it is really hard to get in and out of this body shaping garment).

9. Men have been rocking easy access openings for years, why shouldn't we?

10. You can order them online and be discrete about your purchase. No need to go into one of those "adult" type shops if you're worried about bumping into someone you know.

Can you think of any other reasons? I'm sure there are tonnes...

The Good Fight.

Today will not go down in the history books as one of my best. It was frustrating, brought me to tears, made me feel useless, and knocked me on my ass. I felt like the public system let me down (which shouldn't surprise me at this point), and the private system disappointed me as well. Add to that I found out that Max's longest standing therapist is moving off his team (good for her, but crappy for us), and well, fuck it.

By 2pm I was ready to climb back into bed and call it a day. I called a friend to announce that I had nothing left to give today, and that I didn't think I could muster up the strength to go to the JK Open House tonight at the school Max is supposed to, but as it turns out will probably not go to this Fall. This friend wisely commented that I would "do what's right", whatever I decided that was. So of course I went, because if Max does end up at this school, it's important that I go to these things, even if I'm feeling a bit bruised from today.

I wonder sometimes, how do other moms do this? How do they find the stamina to keep standing up for their children with special needs? How is it that they don't get beat down by the constant stream of people who tell you out one side of their mouth that they care and are here to help while out the other side they inform you that what you are asking has never been done before and they are unable to accommodate your child's needs, and this is somehow out of their hands and no they don't know who could help you change this? I consider myself to be a fairly strong, well-equipped person, and I can honestly say I am struggling to do my job in this fight.

And what is my job? My job, as I see it, is to get everyone who interacts with Max to believe in him as much as I do. To see his incredible potential and inspire them to be a part in helping him fulfill it. He will do great things in his life. He will be the person who figures out how to stop the oil from leaking into the Gulf, the person who designs Opera Houses with acoustics that would make Wagner weep, the person who designs a test to detect Autism in utero. He can be anything, all he needs is for people to get on board instead of standing in his way. For people with power to help find creative solutions instead of throwing up roadblocks. It's exhausting trying to get people to believe, to do "what's right".

Support Max, and support me by sponsoring us for the Walk For Autism on June 20th.

Mental Health Monday: Mother's Day Reloaded.

Mother's Day began early for me (5:30am to be exact), with Max climbing on top of me in bed and announcing "all done sleep - pancakes". In 4 short words, he summed up what it is to be a mom. No card could express it better. And so I did what any mom would do, Mother's Day or not, and I got up. We made pancakes. At 5:30am. He was super happy about it (from what I recall in my bleary eyed/pre-coffee state. Honestly, I look forward to the day when someone brings me pancakes in bed, but for now, I'll take hearing Max's first 4 word sentence and be happy with that.

I felt a little blah about the whole day. I wanted something, but couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. Some of my friends got a day off from being a mom for Mother's Day. Some did the family brunch thing. Assorted well-trained husbands bought flowers and coached their kids in picking out a gift for their mom. I opted to go and buy myself bookshelves for my quilting supplies and to take time to install them. I think all I truly wanted was to be told I'm a super awesome mom, the best mom in the whole wide world, and I'm loved more than tall, tall buildings. My kids don't have the vocabulary for that, but I'm pretty sure if they could say that they would have.

Some pics of my best mom moments in no particular order:

I Am a Sewing Fiend.

One of the presents I was given for my birthday this year, was a class at the Oakville Sewing Centre on machine quilting, along with a free motion and a quilting foot for my sewing machine (thanks mom!). The class ran over the last two Saturday mornings and I just finished it today. I also need to thank my friend Jennifer and Scott's mom (No Nonsense Nana) for watching Cam so I could take these classes.

I have long despised the quilting part of quilting. That makes no sense, right? My favourite part is actually called "piecing", which is the part where you cut out the fabric and sew all the little pieces into blocks, eventually making a quilt top. If I could just hand over my quilt top and have it magically turn into a quilt that you could put on your bed, I'd be okay with that. Seeing as I don't have the budget to pay someone else to do this part for me, I figured I'd better get with the program and learn how to machine quilt (versus hand quilt which I am doing right now on my jelly roll quilt and it is taking FOREVER).

In theory, once you have spent time practicing the skill of machine quilting, you should be able to use your sewing machine to make beautiful designs on your quilt. This is Linda, our teacher and the lovely owner of the Oakville Sewing Centre showing us what we are striving for:The first class covered how to put your free motion foot on your machine, the importance of getting your bobbin thread on top of your fabric (to avoid those nasty bird's nests on the bottom of your fabric that we all know and love), how to move your fabric in different directions while managing your stitch length at the same time, and how to make the simple designs (like hearts! and flowers! and stars! and leaves!) that make up all those complex looking quilt designs you see advanced quilters do. Normally you would use a thread that is a complementary colour or one that actually blends in with the quilt top (unlike the bubble bee theme I'm rocking so that I can see what I'm doing):
The second class covered how to sew a straight line with your free motion foot (harder than it sounds) and move between sewing wavy lines and straight lines. This is me thinking I probably should have indulged in that 3rd cup of coffee this morning before attempting to pull my act together and quilt:
We also learned how to "stitch in the ditch" (normally done with a walking foot), but with a free motion foot. This is a good skill to have for times when you need to be able to move between straight lines and free motion, or when you need to move your fabric in ways that your walking foot can't. It looks easy when Linda does it, but there is definitely skill involved in sewing up and down and side to side in a straight line with even stitches:
It turns out you aren't limited to plain old basic stitches when free motion quilting. You can do embroidery stitches and fun stuff like zig zag stitches (perfect for kids quilts):
The last part of the class was learning how to adjust your tension when using thread with a heavier weight and what type of needle you need to use to make bigger holes in your fabric to accommodate for the thicker thread (something I never would have thought of). At the end we learned how to correctly put your walking foot on your machine, how to line it up perfectly, sew evenly spaced parallel rows, and also how to quilt those cross-hatching effects in square and diamond shaped patterns.
My favourite part of this class was getting to hang out with a group of ladies who love quilting as much as I do. It was a terrific group of quilters with varying skill levels, and I never felt intimidated or crappy for being one of the novice sewers in the room. Somehow Linda manages to keep everyone moving, answer an endless stream of questions coming from every direction and has in depth knowledge of all of the sewing machines in the room (all 9 of us had different makes and models!). I not only learned how to machine quilt (without feeling like I need to curse), but I learned a lot about sewing in general, and how to get my machine to do things I didn't know it could do in the 1st place. I'm excited to get going on my next quilting project so I can try out my new skills. Thank you Linda for your patience and sense of humour!

Joy in the Simple Things.

One of the things that makes me smile every day is the relationship between Max and Cameron. Cameron worships the ground Max walks on. She wants to do everything he does, and pipes up "Cameron too! CAMERON TOOOOO!" when she thinks she may be excluded. But she also doesn't take any guff from him, which is funny as well.



Every night when Max goes up to bed for stories, Cameron rushes up behind him so that I can read her stories as well. She loves the stories with music, so Baby Beluga, Little White Duck, and Where Is The Green Sheep? are standards. She sings along when she feels like it, which is very sweet.



You can tell Cameron is super tired because she gets sad every time I mention bed time. The funny thing is that when I finally put her to bed she complains for an entire 60 seconds and then falls asleep. My kind of girl.

Is It Worth It? Let Me Work It.

I kept it hush hush here on FF (perhaps I'm a bit superstitious?), but since I started working yesterday, I feel like I can finally share it. Yep, you read that right, I'm back to work. Well, part-time for now and full-time come July.

I had to laugh when I got the "how'd it go?" when I got home yesterday. With all the nerves, new threads and names I've already forgotten it really did feel like the first day of school all over again. The good news is, that unlike school, I want to be there, the people are all nice, and I have much better skin.

Being off with Max has been the right thing. The progress that he has made has been amazing, and I'd like to think that him having this one-on-one time with me has contributed to that. It's been hard work, and the challenge is that at the end of the day, there is no recognition for a job well done, there is no thank you, no pay cheque. You forget that you are smart, skilled, highly qualified, and an expert in your field. And on the days when you feel like you sucked at the whole "mom" thing, you have nothing to hang your hat on, because being a mom is your job, your everything. You lose your identity and forget who you are. I'm not knocking the stay at home moms out there. It just isn't something I think I can do forever, not with a child with Autism anyway.

I like dressing for work in the morning - picking out earrings to go with my dress, slipping into heels. I like the time in the car driving to work (it's quiet). I like drinking my coffee without having a child in my lap. I like that for a few hours a day, I am valued for my brain and known as "Katrina the Marketing Manager" and not "MAAAAAAAAAAAAW-MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!". Back to life, back to reality indeed.

Mental Health Monday: Petting Bees.

I seem to have opened the flood gates on the dam of childhood memories. Actually, I'm not sure if I remember this, or it is something that my mom told me about myself as a little girl. The story goes that I found bees to be quite interesting. I got my first bee sting at daycare when I was 3 years old as a result of trying to pet one. I never tried that again.

I respect bees. They work hard. They just want to be left alone to do their thing. And if you mess with them, it's on. They also instill fear in "predators" 1000 times their size. Add to that the fact that they are led by a strong female - and you had me at hello.

I read the book "The Secret Life of Bees" by Sue Monk Kidd when it first came out in 2003, and I found it very touching, but didn't truly relate to it. It was made into a movie a few years ago, and I recently watched it on TV. I now relate to it deeply, specifically to a character I never in my life imagined I would identify with.

It isn't the super strong August, or the or the stubborn and prideful June. It is the sister named May, who is described as "a bit unusual and not able to cope with sadness". May had a twin sister, April, who died when they were younger. It is said that even before she died, May always experienced the same feelings as April. When April died, something in May died too... It seemed like the world itself became May's twin sister.

I feel vulnerable like May. I avoid sadness like it's the plague. Sad movies, songs, poems, books, TV shows...they can all get stuffed. I rarely read the newspaper for fear that the sadness of the world will overwhelm me. I do my best to support my friends and family when they are down, to hear them out, but I fear I am not very good at it right now. Every day I try to keep my head above water, to not get overwhelmed by the reality of having a child with Autism. I look into Max's eyes and smile, trying to express to him how much I love him, that he is the most special little boy in the world, and I cling to the belief that his future is bright.

To do that, I have to embrace the things that make me happy and turn my back on anything that might pull me into the depths of sorrow. Ice cubes in the shape of stars, lopsided sand castles, butterfly fabric, and car dancing to ridiculous pop songs make my day. Top Model, So You Think You Can Dance, America's Best Dance Crew are some of the best entertainment on TV bar done. Hearing Cam sing "Baby Beluga" out of tune, seeing Max run around the backyard bare foot and finding Scott asleep on the couch with a basketball game blaring make me grin.

I wish I was strong enough to cope with the sad stuff, to hold other peoples' pain. For now all I can muster is sparkly purple nail polish and lady bug barrettes.

Birthdaypalooza 2010: Photo Essay.

Whew! What a weekend. Correction - what a fantastic weekend!! I couldn't have asked for a better Birthdaypalooza than this one. It was three days of fun (and now I'll need three days to recover). Friday (Cam and my birthday) started out super lovely with Scott taking the day off to shuttle the kids to and fro for me. I got to relax all morning, drink my coffee in peace, take a leisurely shower...seriously, I was happy with that, but it got better.

After I dropped Cam's princess flavoured cupcakes off at daycare for her birthday celebration, I went to pick out a bathing suit for myself (the gift I requested from Scott's parents). They have a kick ass pool and up until now, I didn't have a bathing suit I wanted to be seen in). This had the potential of ruining my day.

I had no idea there were so many bathing suits with animal prints:Seriously. Like I need someone to help someone compare me to a large four legged creature while I am walking around in spandex: I waffled between a black one piece and this cute pink and brown tankini. I decided that on my 35th birthday I should a) have some fun and b) buy my 1st two piece bathing suit ever (purely functional = easier to pee in). Yeah, that's me in the change room (don't get too excited):
I got home from the mall, ate the tasty Thai food lunch I picked up for myself (with a glass of Pinot Grigio to wet my whistle) and moments later my oldest friend and honourary sister Jennifer appeared. And then a surprise gift from my mom appeared (who doesn't love a Hello Kitty themed fruit basket?!!).
Jennifer and I went shoe shopping (I bought myself a pair of mephisto sandals) and then hit the spa where I had a crazy massage that involved wearing disposable panties (a 1st!), getting exfoliated and rubbed down with mud from head to toe, and wrapped in foil blanket while I had a scalp massage. Then I got into a tub with a 100 jets (woo!!) and once I was all cleaned up, I had a Swedish massage. Yay me. Jennifer met me after that and we had a manicure and pedicure. Not too shabby, eh?

We got home to find Scott feeding the kids dinner (I could get used to this!!). Jennifer gave the kids their birthday presents, which included a stuffed unicorn and elephant by Meeka's Creations along with new books. Cam named her unicorn "Charlie". Before bed Max, Cam, Jennifer, and I played the Honey Bee game for a while. We also played another game that involved catapulting monkeys into a wobbly tree. Cam was way better at it then the rest of us. Go figure.On Saturday morning, I got up and went to part one of a sewing class on machine quilting at the Oakville Sewing Centre (a birthday gift from my mom). More on that later as it deserves its own post. I will tip my hand and say it was A LOT of fun, and yes, I was the baby of the group at 35 years young (hah).

I returned home in time to help get the house ready for the Birthdaypalooza Party. Max was busy showing his Aunt Jenny that he has sorted out the whole flying business:
Aunt Jenny (the official Birthdaypalooza Photographer) also took this picture of Max and Cam being super friggin' cute while I was at my quilting class. This is my new favourite picture of them together. I love that Max is touching Cam with both his hands (or maybe he's getting ready to pinch her??):
I opted to go with a cupcake platter instead of birthday cakes like last year. While the whole blowing the candles out might have been a good moment to get a picture of, I find the business of herding everyone together to surround young children to sing a crazy song all loud and out of tune while you present them with a flaming dessert to be a bit stressful. My goal for this party was that I just wanted Max and Cam to have fun and for Scott and me to not get too stressed out. So ix-nay on the candles and singing.Cam LOVED the cupcakes (the Prince ones were her favourite): I'm not sure who Cameron is looking at in this picture, but I have a feeling they are teasing her about her cupcake consumption. I don't think she cares what this person thinks:
Max enjoyed hanging out in his new playhouse. I think his friend Charlotte was in with him at this point (he's looking at his Aunt Jenny as if to say "hey, you're cramping my style...."):
Our friends Jenn and Dave brought their son Jack to the party:
They also brought the wonderful Emma. In this picture Dave is explaining to her that "no, their backyard isn't overgrown with weeds, this is called "English Garden Style". Clearly she isn't buying it:
Our friend David brought his son Kai out to O-town for the party. I hear tell that Kai is skipping kindergarten and going straight into the NBA (take THAT David Stern!):
Aunt Jenny passed her camera to someone else to get a picture of her and the super cute Ronan:
Ronan's big sis Charlotte (future brainiac and super model) had an amazing time partying with all the kids:
Our 3rd friend named Jenn had to rescue her beer from her son Maddox (the very child I witnessed being born):
And at the end of the party, when most of our guests had cleared out, Scott entertained Max, Cam, and Maddox's big sisters Maya and Hannah, up in Max's room.
On Sunday morning Jennifer and I headed to the mall for a bit of girl time (SHOPPING), and then she headed back to Ottawa. I put Cameron down for a nap and when I went in to get her up I found her sound asleep on the floor!! Guess who figured out how to launch herself out of her crib? Guess who moved into her big-girl-bed tonight? Here she is giving it a test drive after I took her crib apart:
And here she is sound asleep tonight (after a bit of complaining). I was thinking we'd wait until the Fall to move her out of her crib, but like Max she had other plans. Interesting that she made the big move only 5 weeks before he did!:
I'm happy and pooped and ready for bed. Thank you to everyone who made this is a terrific Birthdaypalooza. I am truly blessed to have so much love in my life.

Musings From an Almost 35 Year Old.

One of my earliest childhood memories is of looking through a kaleidoscope. It was a grey, overcast, winter day. The kind where the snow is wet and it's no fun to be outside. I was sitting at the front window waiting for my father to visit me on Christmas day. I was waiting anxiously for a flash of yellow to burst through the tumbled grey tones of the kaleidoscope. I waited a long time. And when his dingy yellow car finally appeared (not nearly the sparkle of colour I had been hoping for), hours late, my Christmas present wrapped in a black garbage bag, I remember being thrilled beyond belief. He didn't stay for long, leaving me disappointed and abandoning my mother to assemble the million parts of the barbie van he had given me. In one shape or form that scenario has repeated itself for every Christmas and birthday that followed. The anxiety, waiting and disappointment that is.

I share this memory with you not to be a colossal bummer, but as a personal realization I have come to. Even though I am hours away from being 35, an "adult" already for many years, somewhere deep down, I am still that 4-year-old kid on Christmas. We all carry some crap with us from our childhood. That's not to say the crap should be used as an excuse for not getting on with things, but it's interesting that over 30 years later, I still feel that same anxiety around Christmas and my birthday. I want so badly for these holidays to be perfect, for them to go as planned. I try to find the perfect gift for everyone. And now as a parent, I try to make sure my kids have good memories of their first Christmases. In reality, all I've wanted all these years is something 100% out of my control. I've wanted my father to go back in time and not disappoint the 4-year-old me. To not leave me waiting. To not break my mother's heart as she saw me left disappointed that he didn't stay longer. To not treat my feelings so casually.

Now that I have my own children, I just shake my head, because I don't understand doing that. I can't even register behaving that way towards my own kids. But maybe the 4-year-old in him has left him with his own pile of crap to muddle through. My job as a mom is to not let my crap affect my children. At 35 years old, it's time to let go of some of my crap and move on.

So tomorrow, I won't wait for his call. Instead I will
Enjoy my friends and family
Embrace my birthday girl, my Cameron
Thank my mother for doing such a terrific job raising me
Give my inner 4-year-old a hug and tell her "it's all good, one day this won't hurt you so much"
Drink a glass of champagne to celebrate the next 35 years to come

Happy Birthday to me. And Cammie.

Early Autism Study: Take THAT Autism!

I have many, many days when Autism knocks me on my ass. I'm candid about it on my blog, because it is important that people know that having a child with Autism is really, really, REALLY hard (and families dealing with Autism get just about zero support from the Canadian government, be it Federal, Provincial, or Municipal). But to be fair, I also I have days where I rock the world and show Autism that I am not its bitch, and that at the end of this journey, Team Maxwell will prevail. Today was a good day.
Cameron has been participating in the Early Autism Study at McMaster University. I initially signed her up to participate because I was paranoid that she too would have Autism, and I wanted to know as soon as possible if that was the case. She visited the lab at 6 months, 9 months, and 1 year of age. Today was her 2 year check-in. Every time I bring her to the lab I worry that they are going to see something I have missed, tell me that while she appears normal, she is actually on the Autistic Spectrum. Each time I am wrong.
Today she was videotaped playing with an array of toys. When Max was put through this test he found one toy and played with it for the entire time. Cameron moved from toy to toy, playing appropriately, showing the toy to Brenda, the study coordinator, checking to see if I was paying attention. She loved it when Brenda blew bubbles for her, and yelled "BUBBLES" and when Brenda waited before blowing more bubbles, Cameron requested "more bubbles??" unprompted.
When Brenda showed Cameron the helicopter toy, Cameron went and found the propeller and returned it to Brenda each time it flew in the air, following its flight with her eyes. She also did table work with Brenda, imitating sound and motion by copying how Brenda was playing with cars, planes, pretending to smell a flower, pretending that a wooden stick was a flower and smelling it too.
The funniest part was the pretend birthday party. Brenda and the baby wore party hats, but Cam didn't want to wear a hat. She went a little too far with the pretend play dough birthday cake and licked the play dough resulting in a blue chin. Turns out Cam does a great Smurfette imitation.While Cameron was at the lab this morning, Max was getting observed at daycare by the Special Education Resource Teacher (SERT) from the school where he is enrolled in JK for the Fall, and a member of the Halton Autism team. I spoke with her this afternoon about how it went and I'm happy to report she was very positive about Max. The next step will be to meet with her, the school's Principal, the Autism team member, Max's lead therapist Nicole, his Resource Consultant Liz, and myself to talk about the Fall and what Max needs to make this successful.

So, today I kicked Autism to the curb. We'll see how tomorrow goes, tomorrow.

If you are interested in finding out more about the Early Autism study - click here.

If you would like to support Team Maxwell in the Autism Speaks Walk For Autism and get a very cool t-shirt, click here.

TMI Tuesday: My Best *Ass*ets.

As my birthday looms closer and closer, I find myself trying to figure out how in some ways it feels like I blinked and this year was over and in other ways it feels like it lasted a decade. I started going over pictures from the last 12 months when I found this picture and I thought - holy crap look at those **Awesome German Milkmaid Titties**!!Then I looked down at my reality. No longer breastfeeding, my breasts are no longer worthy of hoots and hollers on the streets. They now fall into the category of "more than a handful is too much". I'm totally okay with that, in fact, I actually prefer them at this more manageable/handful size. But damn...those ta-tas were pretty f*cking spectacular if I do say so myself.

This leads me to the main point of this post: What do you consider to be your best physical asset(s)? I used to think mine was my breasts, but now...now I think it's probably my butt. Yeah, definitely my butt. I'd post a picture here, but it's hard to do it justice without dropping my pants, so you'll just have to trust me - I have a great ass.