Rock Chalk Babyhawk: June 2009

Monday, June 22, 2009

Bowling Photos!

I finally got the bowling photos all uploaded! There were a ton of good ones - so check them out - www.kypediatricstroke.blogspot.com

Also, check out the photographer's new website - http://paperboatphotography.com - It is beautiful!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Dad's Day!

We had a great week once again. Had a Shriner's visit and Babyhawk got casted for a new leg brace. They thought she was doing really well and didn't have any real concerns - so that was good!

We had a wonderful time on Saturday at our good friends Stephanie and John's wedding... the food was delicious and the bride looked beautiful (and you too John!)! And now photos of the little girl that calls my wonderful husband daddy....

She stays hydrated during the night:

She had a blast over at Will and Libby's on Saturday evening. They have two very cute dogs that she really enjoyed playing with!

And she FINALLY went down for a nap on Sunday... literally:

We are packing up and getting ready for our vacation/Marli's wedding! Photos from the Black Hills to come.

Happy Father's day to my dad and to Papahawk's dad too! We love you. And to Papahawk we say "I laudie!" Which means "I love you" in Babyhawk squawk...

Have a good week and Congrats to Uncle Dustin on the amazing awards he won at his resident graduation this weekend! We know you are one amazing doctor!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Water fun!

Babyhawk had fun with the hose this weekend... She has yet to actually get in her pool:

Here is is making fun of my girlie scream when she gets me with the hose...:

And here is our sneak attack to get the hose back... Didn't work so well:

We did make her clean before all of the fun:

I think big second birthday plans are coming together... Sprinklers galore! Have a great week!

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Yeah for summer!

We had another great weekend! It was our anniversary weekend - we have been married for 6 years now... we celebrated at home with each other and Babyhawk.

Papahawk ran in another 5K this weekend and got third place for his age group! He ran really well, considering he was suffering from a nasty stomach bug last week.

Babyhawk insisted on wearing every single one of her bows the other night:

Her little shadow:

Splish Splash:

Name that tune:

Have a great week!

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.