Trick-or-Treat...Embassy Style

October 30, 2007

Trick-or-Treat...Embassy Style

Today we went to the Embassy to Trick-or-Treat. The different offices decorated for Halloween and handed out candy to all of the kids (and let's face it - the adults too). Waverly LOVED her Pooh costume and wore it proudly - even on the bus ride. Oliver was a kangaroo and didn't protest at all to his outfit - even the hood. They were adorable and had lots of fun running the halls with their little friends. It was a great experience!

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Laura said…

We did the same thing yesterday. I sort of shirked my Halloween responsibilities and didn't really have a "proper" costume for Miriam. Well, I dressed her in a little outfit that my sister had purchased in Guinea, West Africa. So I had to keep saying, "She Guinean," when people looked at her curiously. Next year: Princess or Ladybug or something more clear!

October 31, 2007 at 7:21 AM

Anonymous said…

Pooh and Roo. I love it! They look so adorable! And you look fabulous! :)

October 31, 2007 at 8:10 PM

michele said…

i LOVE Pooh!!! (and Roo) We had our own Halloween celebrations here as well, since it's not really celebrated here either. We had a party at Cultura Extrema and I went as....Lisandro! And I one Best Female Costume :)!!!

November 1, 2007 at 12:18 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.