Rock Chalk Babyhawk

Monday, November 29, 2010

Cute Stuff!

Some Bonus swimming video from when Nana and Grandpa were here visiting:

Friday, November 26, 2010

Turkey Day!

We spent Turkey Day here - just the four of us - and had a great time.

Babyhawk dressed up like our favorite bird:

While Tinyhawk tried on her Santa attire:
I am not a great cook but there is one thing I cook well so we had it for our Turkey Day feast:

Babyhawk and Papahawk enjoyed playing in the snow:

This is what I am definitely most thankful for this year. My two little girls:

Have a great Thanksgiving everyone!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

UPDATED!

Alright folks - I finally found the time. The blog is updated through today. Make sure you scroll all the way down and go to older posts --- there was a ton of material!

Have a great week!

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Sunday, November 14, 2010

It is fall!

We spent a nice evening raking leaves in the front yard. Babyhawk loves to do yardwork!:

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Visit from Nana and Grandpa!

Nana and Grandpa made their way from Kansas for a visit! Babyhawk had a blast and Tinyhawk enjoyed all the snuggles. We have iPhone video we will share soon!:

Friday, November 5, 2010

Taking care of each other...

Babyhawk take good care of Mamahawk - no tempature and good reflexes - check!:

She also takes good care of Tinyhawk. Feeding:

Burping:

Loving:

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.