Fragile X-Traordinary: Getting Brave

Monday, December 8, 2008

Getting Brave

I've decided to start adding pics to the blog, as I love seeing everyone's photos. Here are AJ (aka Peter Pan) and Pup (the scary skeleton) in their Halloween costumes. Pup is now almost 6 1/2 months old. AJ is 3 1/2. They are best buds.

Pup is really enjoying solid foods. He's now eating sweet potatoes, squash, bananas, cereal, and started applesauce. Yum! He's opening his mouth and gets excited when he eats. (Don't we all?)

Top teeth are coming in.

3 comments:

Vicki Davis said...: YEA!!! Thanks for sharing the picture. We must talk soon, sorry about the phone tag over Thanksgiving. I am so happy he is doing good with the food, he is a big boy. Holly has totally regressed with the food eating, since her top 4 teeth are coming in, she puts everything BUT food in her mouth and won;t let me get near it with a ten foot pole.

Hope you are well, and your little peter pan is so cute!; December 9, 2008 at 2:00 AM
ST said...: Yay for pictures! Your little guys are so cute!; December 9, 2008 at 6:11 AM
Anonymous said...: ur guys are adorable :); December 9, 2008 at 7:28 AM

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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.