Footie Jammies

Footie Jammies

I love putting the kids in footie jammies. They look adorable in them. My mom found these for Oliver - they have monsters all over them. They are long enough, but we have to almost pour him into them. They stretch over his big belly, but just barely.

The past week has been filled with heartache. A friend's husband died in a car accident last week, leaving behind a young wife, 2 year old son and a baby on the way. Another friend's son was in the hospital and it was very serious, thankfully he is back home. Another friend's son is battling a brain tumor - his little body has been through so much.

I appreciate the perspective. While my life isn't at all the way I had imagined it would be, I have today to be thankful for. I have 2 fantastic kids who can smile and laugh - they bring me such joy. I have an amazing husband who is my best friend and the best father to Waverly & Oliver. I have no idea what tomorrow holds, but I know that I was able to play "ring around the rosie" with Wavey, read her "Elmer" books this afternoon, snuggle with Oliver while we watched "Cars" tonight. All in all, a very good day.

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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.