Haircut Day

February 28, 2008

Haircut Day

The kids both got haircuts this morning. They did beautifully, but Oliver was not too happy when I was trying to take photos. I will post more when he is awake and happy. I love Wavey's hair short for the spring and Oliver looks so different without his moppy curls (I miss them). Other than that it is VERY cold here in PA!! I hope spring arrives early this year.

Comments

Blaza said…

Hope everyone is feeling better! The haircuts are cute! I can speak from being a mom of boys that the first boy haircut is SO hard. They look like such little men after the haircut. I think it grows them up significantly in a 20 minute period. Although it is sweet, there is always a little remorse on my part. Oliver does look so sweet (even though he is not so happy in the pic). Of course Waverly is a doll. It is so fun that she like her cut!

Have a great weekend. Maybe you all will get the little burst of nice weather we are enjoying this Saturday and Sunday. It will be dreary and perhaps snowy again by Monday so we are living it up! :)

March 1, 2008 at 2:48 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.