What A Time To Be Sick!!

What A Time To Be Sick!!

Matt has a 4 day weekend and we decided that we were going to take a day trip every day to see some place we have yet to visit (Canterbury, Oxford, Dover, Leeds Castle, etc.). Well, Waverly and Oliver both woke up in the middle of the night on Thursday to throw up. And Waverly has had a fever ever since. Of course, the past 2 days have been GORGEOUS and we have been forced to stay inside. We are hoping whatever sickness she has goes away so we can enjoy the rest of our weekend. Waverly did play the big sister disciplinarian to Oliver this morning. Matt told Oliver "no" when he was getting into a drawer and Oli didn't listen. So Waverly decided to help Daddy out and went over and pulled him down - twice. It was VERY cute to see her understand that Oliver wasn't listening and he needed to obey.

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Blaza said…

Your 4th night out sounds so fun! I am so glad you and Matt enjoyed yourselves with your adult friends. I am however so sad about the kids being sick. There is nothing more exciting than dealing with the middle of the night throw up and everything that goes along with it! :) I do hope she takes a turn for the better tomrrow so that you all can get outside...I am sure she wishes the same thing! Keep us posted.

July 5, 2008 at 10:48 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.