Proud

Proud

I am very proud of Oliver. He signed both "eat" and "finished" today. It was very cute. Of course...he also wedged himself into our end tables. (I had to capture the moment. We have one of Waverly stuck under a coffee table when she was younger.)

Waverly had a sick day today. She had 4 shots yesterday and she did not respond very well to them. She seems to be perking up finally. Hopefully we will be back on track tomorrow. I have been busy organizing the house for our move. They come on Friday morning to pack up the flat. It is all feeling a bit overwhelming at the moment, but I think we will be feeling good Friday night when everything is out of the house and on its way back to the US.

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The Fischer Family said…

IT's the mom in us that makes us run to the camera when we should be pulling them out! But what a funny story you have to share, with a great picture to accompany it!

August 4, 2008 at 7:42 PM

Anonymous said…

I have those same end tables, and my son Henry Oliver (he's 2 1/2) has been stuck like that as well. Want to start a class action website for emotional stress?
- Jayson Schoeberlein

August 11, 2008 at 3:21 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.