The Birthday Party Hat

October 07, 2007

The Birthday Party Hat

Waverly was so excited today to go to yet another birthday party. It was held at a local leisure centre, with a fun indoor gym area for the kids. Then we had lunch at a cafe. The highlight for Wavey was the birthday party hat. She has been wearing her hat for most of the day. We had a lot of fun getting together with friends - it really felt like home.

Comments

Ellen said…

your kids are sooo cute!

October 7, 2007 at 9:09 PM

Laura said…

Happy Birthday, Wavey-girl! Gosh, she's look so grown-up. Her glasses make her look uber-sophisticate!

Miss you guys a lot. Wanna venture to the Gulf?

October 9, 2007 at 4:51 AM

Blaza said…

Yes..again they are too cute! I just got a roll of film processed that we found last week...I had no idea what would be on it b/c it has been years since I used real film. Most of the pics were from when I was pregnant with Joshua and there was one of Waverly, Georgia and Emily when they were babies (I am guessing around six months b/c they are all sitting up). It was taken at Ellen's old house when we all got together and was a precious picture!! It is hard to believe these girls are turning 4 years old!

October 9, 2007 at 9:01 PM

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.