Rock Chalk Babyhawk: March 2011

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Princess on Ice!

Babyhawk and I snuck away to watch Disney's Princesses on Ice. We had a blast!

Pretty impressive show!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

We are Fundraising for CHASA again!! Please join us or donate : )

Friday, May 13th, 2011
Southland Bowling Lanes
7 pm - 9:30pm

$25 Registration fee per bowler
2 hours bowling
Shoe Rental
T-shirt

Teams of 4 or 5 bowlers
(be sure to include your team name on the registration form)

Can't come but want to donate?
Sponsor a lane for $50
Sponsor a pin for $25

Here is the link to the site:

https://sites.google.com/site/strikesforpediatricstroke/

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Growing up too fast...

My biggest helper:

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Art and Cuteness

Some of Babyhawk's art:

Our cutie:

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Rock Chalk!

Our two future Jayhawks:

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Mr. 300!

Papahawk won a special award for his bowling league for his perfect game (see earlier post):

His team (Matt is missing):

Papahawk had so much fun being in the league this year and hopes to do it again next year!

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.