Rock Chalk Babyhawk: Exciting times in the Bluegrass...

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Exciting times in the Bluegrass...

Geema, Papa, Marli and Jared were in town for Spring Break last week and stayed in a hotel with a pool! Too fun! They also went to the Horse Park and rode a pony - which Babyhawk loves... She had such a great time and misses them all already:

Nap time with Papa:

Cheese!:

Upside down Cheese!:

Curled up on the dogs' bed... looks comfy!:

And.... Babyhawk has a little announcement to make. Check out her shirt:

(This little chick is gonna be a BIG SISTER)

Introducing "Tinyhawk":

Tinyhawk's tiny foot:

Tinyhawk will be making his/her debut in early October....

ROCK CHALK!

3 comments:

KandB said...: We are soooo excited for you all and your new addition! Love you guys!; April 1, 2010 at 9:14 AM
Butterball said...: I can hardly contain myself... Seriously bubbling with excitement for you guys! Tinyhawk already shows a perfect combination of beauty, spunk, and class-- much like big sister! Amazing news... Huge hugs to all.; April 1, 2010 at 10:50 AM
Unknown said...: Congratulations to all 3 of you!! Just to let you know...October 7th is a great day for a birthday! :); April 3, 2010 at 8:41 AM

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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.