It Still Fits!

October 28, 2008

It Still Fits!

Waverly and Oliver sitting in our courtyard. (It is next to impossible to get them both looking at the camera while smiling. This is the best I could do this afternoon.)

Oliver walking to the bus stop.

Oliver can still fit into my favorite hat. It is so cute and he can't pull it off. Here we are getting ready to get Wavey from the bus stop.

Comments

kristi_temple said…

Love the hat!!! My boys are all into hoods and won't wear any of the cute hats I want them to wear.

October 28, 2008 at 10:04 PM

mykidsmomx4 said…

I have been subscribed to you through Google Reader for awhile now and just wanted to stop in to tell you what a great job you are doing being a mom, adjusting to being back in the states, dealing with all of the stressors, taking the bad news with the good and keeping your family going.

*Sending Virtual Hugs*

Kindall Nelson

October 29, 2008 at 10:22 AM

mykidsmomx4 said…

I have been subscribed to you through Google Reader for awhile now and just wanted to stop in to tell you what a great job you are doing being a mom, adjusting to being back in the states, dealing with all of the stressors, taking the bad news with the good and keeping your family going.

*Sending Virtual Hugs*

Kindall Nelson

October 29, 2008 at 10:22 AM

Mrs. Waldher said…

that, my dear, is a Hanna Andersson hat!!! you have excellent taste !!!

November 10, 2008 at 4:34 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.