Balloons

Balloons

I know that I sound like a broken record, but it really is all about the little things. The kids got balloons this morning at one of our favorite diners. Waverly loves balloons, but she squeezes and bites them. Needless to say we don't really let her hold them for fear they will pop in her face. Oliver LOVES balloons. He was watching them the entire time we were eating and I knew he was hoping to have one of his own. Here are a few photos of Oliver enjoying the balloons. He likes to hold the string, let them go and watch them hit the ceiling. He did it over and over and over again this afternoon.

Comments

Courtney said…

You do not sound like a broken record. I love reading about every little detail of Wavey and Oli's days. What amazing kids you have!

June 8, 2009 at 9:47 AM

pknelson said…

Life is all about the little things! Celebrate each moment - another lesson
you reinforce for me.

June 8, 2009 at 9:53 AM

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.