Rock Chalk Babyhawk

Monday, February 25, 2008

Splish Splash!

Just a funny photo of Babyhawk just waking up...

Her big girl tub allows more room for some fun!

A visit with the Grands...

Babyhawk's G'ma and G'pa and Aunt Steph came in from Kansas for a visit. Paper Boat was there for a little photo shoot. Enjoy:

More video from the weekend coming up tonight... Have a wonderful Monday.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Babyhawk Incognito...

Babyhawk got this outfit, with hat, for Christmas and wore it to school for the first time the other day. When Papahawk picked her up the teachers said no one recognized her all day long:

She loves to make some noise:

We are all cuddled in bracing for an ice storm tonight... Have a good weekend!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

We have teeth! Two little sharp suckers right on her bottom row. This has made her unusually cranky, slobbery and a little noisy. She insisted on chewing on a toy during church which made the most awful squeak. But better than crying, right? Photos once the teeth are visible to anyone other than Mom.

Babyhawk ready to go to church...

Making sure Papahawk sees her baby:

A first taste of peas:

I think she looks like her dad in this one... especially with the food on the face:

I was asked recently what Babyhawk's favorite toy was. Well its these guys. Especially when they are up to this:

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Happy Valentine's Day!

We wish you all a day and year full of love and snuggles! These photos are a couple of months old - but perfect for the holiday of hearts! (photos by: PaperBoat Photography)

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Yakkity Yak...

Babyhawk's Grandma always says when a baby has a cranky day it is because she is learning something. Babyhawk provided evidence of Grandma's theory when she had a rough night and woke up doing this:

She has used it consistently for two days now! Paphawk was pretty excited as it is clearly a "da-da-da" sound. Mamahawk is quick to point out that Babyhawk has used it in reference to her Dad and also her bottle, her toothbrush, her puppies, her Nemo and Piglet, her toes and an entire team of college basketball players.....

We hope you all have a great week!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Babyhawk's Super Sunday...

Babyhawk and Papahawk had a mini-photoshoot:

Babyhawk thinks Mamahawk is so funny:

Babyhawk's new talent?!?:

After all that fun, Babyhawk needed a nap before the big game:

Isn't she beautiful? She is always so sweet just after she wakes up:

Babyhawk had a hard time choosing who to cheer for this Sunday... Tom is so handsome - but Eli is so cute. In the end she chose Cute over Handsome and decided to cheer for the Giants.

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.