Rock Chalk Babyhawk: September 2009

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Giddy up!

Trying out the Halloween costume and doing a little dance with her friend:

Ride 'em cowboy!:

Silly Babyhawk:

Have a wonderful week everyone!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

A very fun end to summer...

Material from the "lost" and now found camera:

She is a bossy bear!:

James' 32nd birthday get together:

The ball went over the fence which caused a great display of manhood:

Marli and Jared kept Babyhawk for the weekend so we could go and enjoy a concert out at a local vineyard.... You could spot our tent from a mile away and we had a blast as you can see:

Marli and Jared have photos to share later this week. The two did an excellent job, considering Babyhawk came down with a bug while she was at their house. She healed well and fast! Here she is tonight really really enjoying her dinner:

And Mamahawk's latest project.... Recovering her office chair. Recovering furniture is always something I have wanted to do, so I am excited for the adventure. I'll share photos of the progress here on the blog -

Before:

After the first day of demo:

Have a great week!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Hold your horses....

I know, I know... where's the blog update? I've heard it all week. Well... I've got really good news and some bad news. First the good, I found the camera!!! So I have lots of good stuff to share. The bad news, our wireless router bit the dust, so until Papahawk can make a visit to Best Buy, we are without an update....

Sorry folks!

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.