Rock Chalk Babyhawk

Friday, May 13, 2011

Strikes for Pediatric Stroke 2011

We hosted our event again this year raising money for the Children's Hemiplegia and Stroke Association (CHASA) which is very dear to our hearts. The preparations:

Babyhawk's Taekowndo studio did a demonstration before bowling started:

We raised over $10,000 for CHASA and had a great time. We had the help of some very great friends that made it all happen so smoothly - Chris, Danielle, Abby, Tammy, Chrissy and Tiffany - Thanks again! For more photos of the event go to our other blog - Strikes for Pediatric Stroke.

See you next year!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Derby Darling...

Babyhawk's class had a stick horse Derby and had to have a derby hat for the occasion. I think Babyhawk's turned out just tacky enough:

Yee Haw!

Each child was also assigned a horse that ran in the Derby - Babyhawk drew Archarcharch.

Go Baby Go!

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Streaking for Babyhawk...

CHASA started a new campaign this May called "Streaking for Pediatric Stroke" asking everyone to start and continue a streak for the entire month to honor a survivor. In honor of Babyhawk - who works so hard - I am going to run everyday. Follow my journey at my blog - 31 Days for Evie - and join in if you like!

Here is how hard this kid works (from one of her OT sessions):

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Tournament time!

Babyhawk had her first tournament (other than for her school) in Cincinnatti. She had a little stage fright, but once she got over that she did excellent. She got First Place in Forms and Breaking. We were so proud!:

Tinyhawk had fun people watching too:

Waiting with her friend Presley:

With her friend Go:

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Spring silliness...

Morning cuddles:

Hunting eggs!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Singing and swinging...

Enjoying the start of spring with some swinging!

The bow is as big as Tinyhawk's head!:

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Random fun!

Babyhawk's dance class friends:

Taking Sinatra to the vet:

She is close to getting her name down:

Flying a kite (or at least trying to):

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.