A New Word

A New Word

Oliver can now say "Oliver". He has been saying something that sounds like it for about a week, but tonight it was crystal clear. It is adorable!! (I already called my Mom and my sister so they could hear him.) He also signed "more" for me tonight. I am so proud of my little boy. Waverly is also doing well. She had another good day at school today...although she is going to be quite disappointed when they move on from icing biscuits. Wavey is also in love with "Dumbo" and watches it almost every day. They are such sweet kids.

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Grandma Linda & Grandpa Al said…

Shannon is correct...I heard it with my own ears. Oliver said Oliver. It was so cute. I can't wait until I hear it in person AND watch Dumbo with Waverly...maybe both at the same time! Love, Grandma Linda

June 26, 2008 at 9:24 PM

Unknown said…

I sang "Baby Mine" to Jaxson every night from the day he was born. Even now, if he hears me humming it, he stops and listens. He has told me he is too old to be sung to, but he recognizes that song and there is something comforting in it. I'm so glad Waverly is enjoying that movie!!! And GO OLIVER! I can't wait to hear him say his name!!!! And what is "icing biscuits?" Like cookies? Forgive me for being so yankee...

June 27, 2008 at 3:13 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.