I Am Officially Mummy

I Am Officially Mummy

So Waverly has started calling me "mummy" - not all of the time, but most of the time. It is adorable and I can only hope that she will continue to develop a British accent. Here is a photo from last night. We asked Waverly to take off Oliver's socks while he was playing in his jumper. She is a very good helper.

**Note the backpack is still on**

Comments

Unknown said…

I absolutely love her attachment to the backpack! :) Jaxson carries around train anthologies that weigh a ton...

July 30, 2007 at 2:32 PM

Ellen said…

isn't it fun to watch your kids interact? :) what a cute jumpie!

July 30, 2007 at 10:08 PM

Charity said…

I don't know. "Mummy"? I love British accents, but I've always had a problem with "Mummy". :) I always picture Egyptian mummies, pyramids and so on when I hear that. Maybe it's just me.

August 1, 2007 at 6:14 PM

Laura said…

They are TOO cute!

August 6, 2007 at 8:14 AM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to 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.The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.