Disney Photos

December 15, 2008

Disney Photos

Oliver smiling

Waverly enjoying her stroller (Thanks London friends!!)

Wavey on the carousel

Oliver (not) enjoying a sombrero

Riding the tea cups (Oliver is signing to eat)

Oliver in his fancy ears

Waverly enjoying lunch

Oliver and his Mickey light sabre

His loves this toy

Waverly dancing with Mickey Mouse

Waverly and Grandma (my mom)

Wavey looking beautiful in her pink specs

Oliver and his first pair of ears

Oli eating ice cream...again

Arriving at the Magic Kingdom

Comments

Jen said…

I LOVE these! The one of Oliver on the ferry with the light sabre, and the one of Waverly with Mickey, are so magical! Actually "magical" is too cheesy for what I mean, but I don't know a word for how great they look.

December 15, 2008 at 11:08 PM

OCCA Survivor said…

Love the pics!!! Love Wavey's pink specs and Oliver's distaste for mexican hatwear. :) I especially love all the smiles! Thank you for sharing them with us! Love, Deb

December 16, 2008 at 12:33 AM

Anonymous said…

Seriously...I don't think the two of them could be any cuter than they are with Wavey in her specs and Oli in his hat. I'm so glad you had a good time!!! You all deserved a break.

December 16, 2008 at 4:56 AM

Anonymous said…

Memories are all that we can hold forever. You made some special ones this week.

December 16, 2008 at 1:11 PM

Anonymous said…

Your children are so beautiful! Thanks for sharing the pictures.

December 16, 2008 at 5:05 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.