Rock Chalk Babyhawk: Baby shower with the Baby Attorneys...

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Baby shower with the Baby Attorneys...

Aunt K and A threw a Co-ed baby shower this weekend for the little princess. The food was great, the cake was spectacular (thanks Ebeth's Mom!!) and everyone really spoiled us with gifts for the little one. It was a great time and we loved the chance to see everyone .... it had been a long time!

All the girls.....

Mom and Aunt K...

Mom and Aunt J...

Mom and Dad

Dad didn't look so good in the little one's new dress...

Notice how Sinatra wanted to be in the middle of it all... We may have a jealous little boy in a few months.

1 comment:

Butterball said...: Looks like loads of fun!! Nice work on the landscaping, Papa White... If you ever get the itch to do more, Des Moines is just a couple days' drive! Love you guys and glad you're doing well.; June 5, 2007 at 11:54 PM

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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.