My last post was a frustrated one about Whitney’s bolting away and how one result of that is choosing to stay cooped up at home to avoid the stress (and danger) of chasing her around public places. Well, I’m happy to report that we’ve had a few adventures since that post and while all involved wrangling her as she tried to wander, none involved...
I guess it’s only fitting to have a motherhood post after the fatherhood, sisterhood and brotherhood ones. The thing is, motherhood for me is an ebb and flow between the sane and the insane. Fortunately most of the time we’re in the sane zone. I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, and then all of a sudden I freak out, and then I’m good again. ...
It’s 3/21 – World Down Syndrome Day (in honor of the 3 copies of the 21st chromosome) Perhaps we will celebrate by ordering framed portraits of our family karyotypes. How crazy is this – the other day I stumbled across a biologist/artist who makes custom artwork out of photographs of DNA. I’d be totally interested in seeing what our karyotypes look like. He sends...
Last weekend we enjoyed a beautiful visit with my Aunt and Uncle and spent a lovely afternoon outside at the park with some friends. I tested out some spots at the lake for an upcoming family session and came home feeling like I had a double shot of espresso because of how energized and excited I felt about playing photography. Whitney decided she wanted...
Family fun at the park… The wonderful world of Dylan Boy: And then there’s the really truly sweet side: Cheering squad. (Dylan demonstrating the baseball “Charge!”) Enjoying the light through my kitchen window… It’s been a busy week with lots of photography, a new membership at the YMCA, and toddler wrangling. I really hope to do some more writing to share...
THE GOOD Kids and park Fountains—summer at its best. Our neighbors brought over a tub of Dinosaurs that have been bathed and introduced to the rest of the toys. Amusing communication: Whitney’s “potty” sounds a lot like “daddy” and “doggy”, she says “ra-raff” (Giraffe). Dylan says “perkle” (purple), “I love beers” (I love bears), and has been requesting “one horse open sleigh” (Jingle Bells)...
Whitney made a friend at an appointment this morning. A six-year-old girl with Down syndrome entered the room and zeroed in on Whitney, coming over to proclaim her “sister” and sat forehead-to-forehead cupping her face, whispering secrets, and looking into her eyes lovingly. It was precious. I soaked in this beautiful moment of kinship. I’m not usually one to try to make best friends...