Our daily struggle of getting Oliver in his car seat. He thrusts his hips, screams, wiggles, turns... he's a strong little man, I must say! When it's all said and done, we are a sweaty mess and he's pissed off. Good times.
Monday, September 29, 2008
I hate my car seat
The picture says it all...
Our daily struggle of getting Oliver in his car seat. He thrusts his hips, screams, wiggles, turns... he's a strong little man, I must say! When it's all said and done, we are a sweaty mess and he's pissed off. Good times.
Our daily struggle of getting Oliver in his car seat. He thrusts his hips, screams, wiggles, turns... he's a strong little man, I must say! When it's all said and done, we are a sweaty mess and he's pissed off. Good times.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I love fall...
A few days ago, Miles told us that it was fall. He was right - it is officially fall and I just love that he is learning this stuff at his daycare - Layla is a wonderful teacher.
Well, I just love fall...
I love back to school (Derek thinks I am a total nerd, but I loved school)
I love the crisp smell in the air and that it's finally cooling down a bit
I love the leaves changing (well, not in California so much, but I remember the leaves changing colors in Colorado)
I love fall foods (pumpkin, squash, apples...)
I love fall colors
I love Halloween
I love Thanksgiving
I love fall.
Here is a funny picture of Miles in his aviator costume. He wore it for Halloween in 2006 and tried it on again the other day. :)
And here is a very adorable picture of my sweet Lu boys - they are the light of my life. I am a very lucky lady.
Well, I just love fall...
I love back to school (Derek thinks I am a total nerd, but I loved school)
I love the crisp smell in the air and that it's finally cooling down a bit
I love the leaves changing (well, not in California so much, but I remember the leaves changing colors in Colorado)
I love fall foods (pumpkin, squash, apples...)
I love fall colors
I love Halloween
I love Thanksgiving
I love fall.
Here is a funny picture of Miles in his aviator costume. He wore it for Halloween in 2006 and tried it on again the other day. :)
And here is a very adorable picture of my sweet Lu boys - they are the light of my life. I am a very lucky lady.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Welcome to Holland
My dear best friend Katie, whose son was diagnosed with Fragile X about 1 year ago, sent me this article which she received from a friend/mother in Canada. I think it's a very well written piece. I wanted to share it because it helps me better understand what Katie is going through with her sweet Ryan, but I also think this can be applied to other things in life that didn't quite work out the way we thought they would.
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by Emily Perl Kingsley. c1987
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.
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by Emily Perl Kingsley. c1987
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.
Monday, September 8, 2008
I did it... 60 miles in 3 days!!!
Woo hooo -- I did it! 60 miles in 3 days! The Breast Cancer 3-Day was an incredible experience! THANK YOU for your support, encouragement, and donations! To date, I raised $5,694.99 which is INCREDIBLE!!!
Here is a summary of my amazing experience…
I walked as part of a team called "Trisha's Trailblazers." Trisha is a 32 year old who was recently diagnosed with Imflammatory Breast Cancer, a rare and very aggressive cancer. This type of cancer is usually late Stage 3 or Stage 4. Things are changing daily with her diagnosis and treatment, so her family is keeping a blog to keep everyone updated. If you are interested, you can read more about Trisha and her status here: http://trishafaggiolly.blogspot.com/
Day 1 (Friday) was awesome! We started in south SF at the Cow Palace with opening ceremonies. Trisha’s mom was part of the opening ceremonies holding the “daughter” flag. Then we were off through the streets of south SF… here are some pictures of Trisha, her husband Oak, and their 2 year old son Caden greeting us as we started the walk. http://www.oakbarrett.com/3day/
We then walked to Lake Merced and over by the SF zoo, along the Great Highway and Ocean Beach, up through the Golden Gate Park and over by the Presidio and Pac Heights and down to the marina to over to our “home” Crissy field where we camped for 2 nights, which was amazing. Who can complain about camping under the Golden Gate Bridge?!
Day 2 was brutal – our longest day 24 miles – we went over the GG bridge down to Ft. Baker and through Sausalito and then on to Mill Valley. And it was a cooker - 90 degrees! The walk back from Mill Valley was definitely my lowest point -- the only way I got through it was by reminding myself that I was doing this for breast cancer and that my aches and pains were nothing compared to what cancer patients go through (chemo, etc.) On the final leg of Day 2, seeing our pink tents at camp from the GG bridge was the best sight ever! It was mentally and physically the hardest day for sure.
Day 3 (Sunday) was amazing... a cool, foggy morning (my favorite SF weather) ... We started from camp and walked the Pac Heights hills (ouch), through the GG park, down through downtown SF and down North Beach. The finish was a Ft Mason and the Marina Green. The closing ceremony was very touching – many survivors where there and it made every mile very worth it.
Today… I feel tired today but not super sore… and not one blister to show for the entire weekend!
Thanks again for your support and donations!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Is everyone doing ok?
My sweet Miles never fails to crack me up... we had a BBQ on Monday night with 2 other families from our neighborhood and while we were all eating, Miles suddenly got up and went around the table and asked each person "Is everyone doing ok?" It was so funny and he was being such a good host. We aren't sure where he got this? Perhaps from when we eat out? It sounds like something the waitress would say.
Later on that night, he asked if we could invite more people to our BBQ next time because he likes it when we have big BBQs. Oh Lord... he's showing early signs of being a party animal like his daddy.
Another funny thing... Miles suddenly started calling me "mom" yesterday, rather than "mommy". Mom seems too old and formal... I told him to call me mommy and now it's his own little joke to call me mom. (Maybe it's kharma since I jokingly call my mom "mother" which she doesn't like. LOL).
Later on that night, he asked if we could invite more people to our BBQ next time because he likes it when we have big BBQs. Oh Lord... he's showing early signs of being a party animal like his daddy.
Another funny thing... Miles suddenly started calling me "mom" yesterday, rather than "mommy". Mom seems too old and formal... I told him to call me mommy and now it's his own little joke to call me mom. (Maybe it's kharma since I jokingly call my mom "mother" which she doesn't like. LOL).
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