Deep in the Hundred Acre Woods

December 19, 2010

Deep in the Hundred Acre Woods

Matt and I rediscovered some old videos last night. This one was filmed days after we moved to London in 2007. Hearing Waverly sing the theme from "Winnie the Pooh" after all these years made us so happy. She hasn't sand this song for years, and she can't talk any more. She's a little hard to understand, likely from her hearing impairment. Nevertheless, it is a stellar performance by our beautiful little girl. Enjoy!

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Anonymous said…

She was, is and always will be beautiful!

December 19, 2010 at 5:21 PM

Kim said…

Oh...that was so sweet. Thanks so much for sharing that with us! That is just so precious to have. Her facial expressions were cracking me up!

December 19, 2010 at 5:43 PM

Anonymous said…

I loved seeing Wavey and Oliver together, so cute. Wavey's pitch is perfect.

December 19, 2010 at 8:54 PM

Joanne Huff said…

These videos are simply spectacular, Shannon. I have to admit that I coulnd't bring myself the courage to watch them until today for fear of crying. And while I did find myself tearing up, I'm so glad I got to watch them. Thank you for sharing these! Joanne

December 21, 2010 at 10:20 AM

ATLKrafts said…

So wonderful, thanks for sharing!

December 23, 2010 at 12:00 AM

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May 12, 2012 at 12:30 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.