Today as I was wishing Emma would stay in her bed I began to think of all the funny things that have happened this summer that I haven't blogged. So here are a few...
*We purchased a sand box for Emma and Gracie and they absolutely love it. Last week my parents were here for dinner and since it was only 95 degrees outside instead of 110 we went to play. Emma took her Papa by the hand and opened the door. "Hey, Papa, It's my beach!!" She yelled. Sure enough if you looked closely through a 5 year olds imagination you could see the steaming, soft sand and the hear the ocean waves (or in this case elmo splash pad). I love having children. It reminds me to see things through different lenses.
*Yesterday we went to the zoo. I packed the strollers, backpack and sippy cups and off we went. On the way there Emma began to sing. "Ha Bee, Ha Bee, Nana." I giggled. "Are you still singing Happy Birthday to your Nana, Emma?" I asked. "Yep!" she replied. "Ha Bee, Ha Bee, Nana. Zoo!! Zoo!!" Priceless moments like these will be cherished for a life time.
*Each day we could tell many Grace LeEva stories, but this one was just as cute as can be. We went by the tiger exhibit and I told Gracie what they were. "Mommy, BIG CATS!! meow!" I laughed out loud and the man next me drawled, "Yea, honey, but there a little big to keep indoors!" "Tank-too" She replied.
*Gracie recently switched from her crib to a toddler bed. I thought we would have the same battles as with Emma but I was wrong. She won't crawl in, but she lays down after you put her in it, pulls her blankie up on her head says, "Tank-Too, Night-night" and goes to sleep. Bliss!
Showing posts with label Precious Moments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Precious Moments. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Let's Go to the Beach!
"Side," said Gracie.
"Pwease, Mommie, side-beach!" Emma exclaimed.
I giggled. We live in Oklahoma. Our "beach" is the new sandbox and the "ocean" is a splash mat. I love being a parent. It reminds me that my kids are the best part of me. The fun side! I need to remember to let the fun side of me out more often!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
A day at the zoo
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What can I say!! What a day. We tried to have fun with some friends, but major meltdowns won out and we went HOME!
Friday, June 13, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Sunday, June 03, 2007
P is for Pretty
Today I was painting my toes and Emma told me "p" and pointed at my toes. This meant that they were pretty...then she lifted her foot up and asked me to paint hers. She did a great job of sitting still and then showed off her toes today at church!! What a cutie!! I will take pics later and post.
Gracie is doing much better! Her colic seems to be subsiding. She is really starting to play with her toys. Today I was tickling her belly and she just laughed and laughed.
Gracie is doing much better! Her colic seems to be subsiding. She is really starting to play with her toys. Today I was tickling her belly and she just laughed and laughed.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Some Mothers Get Babies With Something More
Some Mothers Get Babies With Something More
written by: Lori Borgman Columnist and Speaker
My friend is expecting her first child. People keep asking what she wants. She smiles demurely, shakes her head and gives the answer mothers have given throughout the ages of time. She says it doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl. She just wants it to have ten fingers and ten toes. Of course, that's what she says. That's what mothers have always said.
Mothers lie.
Truth be told, every mother wants a whole lot more. Every mother wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes and satin skin.Every mother wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly.Every mother wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule (according to the baby development chart on page 57, column two). Every mother wants a baby that can see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that are the envy of the entire ballet class.Call it greed if you want, but we mothers want what we want.
Some mothers get babies with something more.
Some mothers get babies with conditions they can't pronounce, a spine that didn't fuse, a missing chromosome or a palette that didn't close. Most of those mothers can remember the time, the place, the shoes they were wearing and the color of the walls in the small, suffocating room where the doctor uttered the words that took their breath away. It felt like recess in the fourth grade when you didn't see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind clean out of you. Some mothers leave the hospital with a healthy bundle, then months, even years later, take him in for a routine visit, or schedule her for a well check, and crash head first into a brick wall as they bear the brunt of devastating news. It can't be possible!That doesn't run in our family. Can this really be happening in our lifetime?
I am a woman who watches the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It's not a lust thing; it's a wondrous thing. The athletes appear as specimens without flaw - rippling muscles with nary an ounce of flab or fat, virtual powerhouses of strength with lungs and limbs working in perfect harmony. Then the athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles through the contents and pulls out an inhaler.
As I've told my own kids, be it on the way to physical therapy afte ra third knee surgery, or on a trip home from an echo cardiogram, there's no such thing as a perfect body. Everybody will bear something at some time or another. Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, medication orsurgery. The health problems our children have experienced have been minimal and manageable, so I watch with keen interest and great admiration the mothers of children with serious disabilities, and wonder how they do it. Frankly, sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that child in and out of a wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications, regulate diet and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear. I wonder how you endure the clichés and the platitudes, well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at workwhenyou've occasionally questioned if God is on strike. I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy pieces like this one -- saluting you, painting youas heroand saint, when you know you're ordinary. You snap, you bark, youbite. You didn't volunteer for this. You didn't jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, "Choose me, God! Choose me! I've got what it takes." You're a woman who doesn't have time to step back and put things inperspective, so,please, let me do it for you.From where I sit, you're way ahead of the pack. You've developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, carefully counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule. You can be warm and tender one minute, and whencircumstances require intense and aggressive the next. You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child with a disability. You're a neighbor, a friend, a stranger I pass at the mall. You're the woman I sit next to at church, my cousin and my sister-in-law. You're a woman who wanted ten fingers and ten toes, and got something more.
You're a wonder.
The words of the author adequately describe how I feel....wow, I wish I could have captured this. This was posted online at trisomy21online.com today.
written by: Lori Borgman Columnist and Speaker
My friend is expecting her first child. People keep asking what she wants. She smiles demurely, shakes her head and gives the answer mothers have given throughout the ages of time. She says it doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl. She just wants it to have ten fingers and ten toes. Of course, that's what she says. That's what mothers have always said.
Mothers lie.
Truth be told, every mother wants a whole lot more. Every mother wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes and satin skin.Every mother wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly.Every mother wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule (according to the baby development chart on page 57, column two). Every mother wants a baby that can see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that are the envy of the entire ballet class.Call it greed if you want, but we mothers want what we want.
Some mothers get babies with something more.
Some mothers get babies with conditions they can't pronounce, a spine that didn't fuse, a missing chromosome or a palette that didn't close. Most of those mothers can remember the time, the place, the shoes they were wearing and the color of the walls in the small, suffocating room where the doctor uttered the words that took their breath away. It felt like recess in the fourth grade when you didn't see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind clean out of you. Some mothers leave the hospital with a healthy bundle, then months, even years later, take him in for a routine visit, or schedule her for a well check, and crash head first into a brick wall as they bear the brunt of devastating news. It can't be possible!That doesn't run in our family. Can this really be happening in our lifetime?
I am a woman who watches the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It's not a lust thing; it's a wondrous thing. The athletes appear as specimens without flaw - rippling muscles with nary an ounce of flab or fat, virtual powerhouses of strength with lungs and limbs working in perfect harmony. Then the athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles through the contents and pulls out an inhaler.
As I've told my own kids, be it on the way to physical therapy afte ra third knee surgery, or on a trip home from an echo cardiogram, there's no such thing as a perfect body. Everybody will bear something at some time or another. Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, medication orsurgery. The health problems our children have experienced have been minimal and manageable, so I watch with keen interest and great admiration the mothers of children with serious disabilities, and wonder how they do it. Frankly, sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that child in and out of a wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications, regulate diet and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear. I wonder how you endure the clichés and the platitudes, well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at workwhenyou've occasionally questioned if God is on strike. I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy pieces like this one -- saluting you, painting youas heroand saint, when you know you're ordinary. You snap, you bark, youbite. You didn't volunteer for this. You didn't jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, "Choose me, God! Choose me! I've got what it takes." You're a woman who doesn't have time to step back and put things inperspective, so,please, let me do it for you.From where I sit, you're way ahead of the pack. You've developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, carefully counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule. You can be warm and tender one minute, and whencircumstances require intense and aggressive the next. You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child with a disability. You're a neighbor, a friend, a stranger I pass at the mall. You're the woman I sit next to at church, my cousin and my sister-in-law. You're a woman who wanted ten fingers and ten toes, and got something more.
You're a wonder.
The words of the author adequately describe how I feel....wow, I wish I could have captured this. This was posted online at trisomy21online.com today.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Grace LeEva
Grace LeEva arrived Monday, Feb. 19th at 7:38 AM. She weighed 7 lbs 2o oz and is 2o 1/2 inches long. She arrived screaming and then wanting to eat!! We came home Thursday afternoon. We are doing well, but Grace prefers the night time to "talk" to us rather than day time, so last night was a little long. Hoepfully, we will get this worked out soon.
I love this little girl so much!!! I just can't believe that she will be grown up sooner than I realize!
Emma is LOVING the new addition!! I know that the newness of it all will wear off soon for Emma, but it is so fun to see her face when she looks at Grace.
Click on the title of the post to see baby pics!!
I love this little girl so much!!! I just can't believe that she will be grown up sooner than I realize!
Emma is LOVING the new addition!! I know that the newness of it all will wear off soon for Emma, but it is so fun to see her face when she looks at Grace.
Click on the title of the post to see baby pics!!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
'Twas the night before....
Gracie was born and all through the house...no one was sleeping...not even....okay...so I think you get the idea. We are all anxiously waiting the arrival of Princess Grace. We have to be at the hospital at 5 am and the c-section is scheduled for 7 am. Emma will be spending the day with her friends Lexi and Joey. Then she will visit in the evening. I just can't believe we will be a family of four very soon.
Emma will be a great big sister. She has such a big heart...she loves her baby cousin so much..I can only imagine how much she will love her sister. I won't be able to update for a couple of days, but as soon as I get home from the hospital I promise lots of pictures!!!
Emma will be a great big sister. She has such a big heart...she loves her baby cousin so much..I can only imagine how much she will love her sister. I won't be able to update for a couple of days, but as soon as I get home from the hospital I promise lots of pictures!!!
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Funny Musings
I love this little girl!! We have 3 cats and Emma will tell you the three sounds they make. It is soooooooo funny!!! It makes me laugh every time it happens. We have a gray and white cat named Tali who meows VERY LOUDLY. When you ask Emma what Tali says she say, "MEOW!" Then when you ask her what Sadie says (our exotic long haired temperamental cat) she hisses because Sadie gets irritated quite easily with our third cat, Jazz. Jazz is our short haired black cat with the greenest eyes. She calls him "Az" and says the word "at" when you ask her what he says. He is definitely quite compared to the other two. This just cracks me up. This is what being a mommy is all about!! Moments like these make you realize how life is fulfilling just being around family.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Sweet Kisses Bring Sadness
How can sweet kisses passed between two young, adorable children bring a mother's heart such sadness? Tonight our friends were over and their three year old leaned forward to give Emma a kiss and she leaned forward to return it. When the two kissed my heart just melted. The little guy just giggled and did it again. It was so cute, but hurt my heart. As this young, sweet little guy kissed Emma he did it out of pure love for a friend. But yet, I realized that one day people will stop looking at my child as a sweet young thing and instead as a person living with Down syndrome. I certainly hope this little guy isn't one of them, but I never expected that sweet innocent moments like this one could create such a hurt, ache in my heart. Oh, if only the world could look at others the way a child can. A child sees a playmate, someone who likes to have fun, someone who laughs at him, someone who smiles and waves when he enters the room...this child sees a friend named Emma. One day though I know Emma's friends will see the difference between them and her. I only hope they continue to see Emma too.
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