tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766400592607128932024-02-07T02:16:28.271-08:00Our Life, the HowardsThe Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.comBlogger796125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-74148129927766369412016-10-12T19:23:00.005-07:002016-10-12T19:23:53.907-07:00DreamsI have memories of my mother taking me to the library frequently, especially during the summer. As I ambled through the shelves of books, trying to make the perfect decision, I often paused in the history and biography section of the library. My love for history began early and was fostered by my mom, a voracious reader, and my father, a lover of history himself. I consumed as many books about as many diverse topics as I could, and frequently returned to some of my favorites, including a biography on Steven Spielberg and an account of the Hindenburg disaster. In a teacher's library I borrowed the book <i style="font-style: italic;">Daniel's Story </i>and was immediately drawn into the fictional narrative of a boy living through the Holocaust. I still recall the exact way the book felt in my hands as I learned about this period of history. Years later, I found the same book at a book fair and as my hands touched the cover, I was excited to be able to return to this story. It was the beginning of a journey for me, delving into the history of the Holocaust, and it was to be a long one.<br />
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Fast forward to a summer teen camp field trip to the Holocaust Museum Houston. I had visited the United States Holocaust Museum and Memorial a year prior and recall that I was deeply troubled by how upset I was as I spoke to my mom on the phone, even later that evening. I knew the major themes of the Holocaust and understood the basics of the timeline, but seeing the visual displays of photographs, artifacts, and hearing testimony from survivors was different from reading it on the pages of books from the library. Our group settled into the theater at the end of the tour to see local survivors give snippets of their testimony and each of us felt moved by the stories shared. But I specifically remember our preparation to leave. As we turned to exit the theater, I saw an elderly man in the back of the theater, hunched over, hands in his head, and he was sobbing. My heart broke for this man, this stranger, that, for whatever reason, felt deeply touched by what we had all just seen. My soul was touched and I wanted so terribly to console him in that moment, to connect with him in whatever way I could. I walked away instead, but I feel forever changed by witnessing that one minute, understanding on a deep level that feeling empathy for a man I didn't know in his time of distress was the best lesson I could have taken away that day.<br />
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A few years later, I again found myself at the Museum, this time ambling through their shelves of books as I researched Jewish resistance during the Holocaust for a major paper for two of my high school classes. While the paper taught me a great deal about an aspect of the Holocaust I had never thought of before, I discovered a new found level of love for thumbing through the pages of books, searching for hidden information, and putting it down on paper. The researcher inside of me came alive.
Later still, as I prepared for my first year of teaching, my advisor sent an email from the Museum inviting us to apply for a fellowship that May. The Warren Fellowship for Future Educators was an opportunity to learn from world class teachers about many aspects of teaching the Holocaust and Genocide, but also to learn more about pedagogical practices in general. Additionally, we promised resources and, the best part, time with local survivors, including Naomi Warren, who the fellowship was named after. I jumped at the chance to apply, but tempered my expectations, I considered myself until that point as an afterthought, someone that people concluded "Oh yeah, we should have considered her instead" and then shrugged their shoulders and moved on. Imagine my surprise when my invitation to join the fellowship arrived. The week was intense and I was, again, forever changed. To this day I think I am processing parts of that week and I know that I implement aspects of it on a regular basis. To learn these stories and to meet these survivors creates a sense of obligation and duty to attempt to make significant changes in the world we live in. Further, this fellowship opened doors of opportunity in other ways as well. A trip to Israel, a trip to New York, time in other institutes, and FaceTime with countless survivors, educators, and other important members of our mission in teaching the Holocaust would never have occurred without the aid of the Warren family. Thus, I am forever grateful and forever changed.<br />
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Four years ago, when learning about Johnny's diagnosis and condition, my interest and commitment to Holocaust education came to a screeching halt. The burdens I willingly shouldered to teach others about the victims of the Holocaust became too real and too raw as I realized that some of those victims were just like the little child I was growing in my belly. Thinking about the hatred and disregard for their lives and how we may face prejudice, hatred, and discrimination was a lot to take on as I worried about matters of his physical well being. My fragile emotional state, heightened by my own lack of understanding, my growing concerns, and, of course, those ever present hormones, quickly led to my bowing out of my work with the museum.<br />
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God had other plans.<br />
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Thankfully.<br />
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By chance, a friend of a friend posted a video about the Holocaust on Facebook. Due to the random algorithms used by Facebook, it showed up in my newsfeed and I, naturally, commented and a conversation ensued. Another friend, due to algorithms, saw our conversation and approached me at church the following weekend exclaiming that he had no idea that my knowledge of the Holocaust was so vast. As I told him about my time learning with the museum, he excitedly gave me the opportunity to speak for a group at church. I accepted. This led to another speaking engagement which led to another speaking engagement which led to more speaking engagements. Soon enough, I was fully entrenched in reading and learning about the Holocaust once again. I sheepishly showed people in the waiting room of Johnny's therapy the titles of the books I was reading and watched their eyes grow large as the titles sunk in. I begrudgingly found fiction to take on our vacation this summer after Matt protested that Holocaust history was not appropriate for our time away together. I engaged and opened myself to these opportunities, waiting to see what was in store.<br />
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Last week I signed a contract to do work with the Holocaust Museum Houston. I couldn't ask for a better job right now. I am working with the education department to do research, curriculum writing, and speaking to area schools, groups, and organizations. As I sat in my first meeting last week, I was surprised by how natural it felt and how ready I was for the chance to do more. I forgot what this is like, being entrenched in something that consumes you. As I drove home from that meeting, Matt asked me how it was. I shook my head over the phone, unable to describe the range of emotions and feelings I had. Every historian dreams of the chance to work at a museum and I am grateful for this rare opportunity to achieve a dream I thought was only that. Our work is important and needed, I am honored and humbled to be a part of what is in store.<br />
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I cannot close without mentioning the timing of the beginning of my work. Naomi Warren, the survivor mentioned above for my fellowship, passed away last week. As I began the interview process, I knew her health was failing and was struck by how many doors her family opened for me and how, without my time in each of those places, I wouldn't be person I am today, let alone the educator this position needs me to be. Hundreds of educators have been changed and shaped by their time with the Warren family and that is such an important part of the legacy of the Holocaust. I believe we all carry a piece of her with us, ready to educate, lead, and choose correctly as the situation warrants. It adds to the honor I have in doing my work, to remember the Warren family's contribution to my journey. Ashley Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07682496624748257207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-84536607172813156212016-08-11T10:05:00.001-07:002016-08-11T10:05:58.673-07:00ThrivingI never thought I would have to live a year without one of my children, let alone did I think I could <i>survive</i> a year without them. Understandably, it feels a little different with a miscarriage than if we had gotten to know the little person we were growing, but it feels a lot the same too. Our love, hopes, dreams, desires, and gratitude for Baby Locke were no different than those we have for our older three. <div><br></div><div>If <i>surviving</i> the past year has been a surprise to us, the fact that, in reality, we <i>thrived</i> the past year has been an even greater surprise. But it all points to the child we lost. Rather than waste his or her life, we let the loss resonate and ripple through our own lives in a positive and meaningful way. We improved our health, we devoted time and efforts to our ministries, we poured into the three older siblings entrusted to our care, we spent time doing more and seeing more, and with each passing month we came closer to being the version of ourselves that we always wanted to be. Because God said, "Not now" we worked to better ourselves in preparation of a day He might say, "Yes." And while that day hasn't happened, we know that taking advantage of every opportunity we've had over the past year has been well worth it. Not that the loss of our child has ever or will ever be worth it, but because the circumstances are what they are, that our life has still been full in spite of. Further, even if He doesn't say "yes", the ways in which we have bettered ourselves, devoting time to tending to ourselves, each other, our family, our friends, and our ministries, that can only serve Him and thus, is worth it too. </div><div><br></div><div>I think about our sweet Locke almost every day. I'm reminded of all the ways our life would be different if he or she was with us on a regular basis. I miss this child terribly. Through it all, God's goodness has been evident. I still laughed and smiled despite my heart breaking a year ago. I still nourished and cherished the kids I have here. Matt and I still worked to comfort and care for one another. And as time passed, the grief lessened. My tear soaked eyes of sadness turned to joy for others who ushered their little ones into this world. My prayers for myself turned to help others in similar circumstances. My racing heart that broke for Locke turned into one that beat more fiercely for those I could love here. </div><div><br></div><div>His goodness is most evident in small ways, a friend with four children, all the same ages as our own, including a boy just older than our Locke would have been. He serves as a gentle reminder of the stages and milestones we would have been anticipating. Also a friend who has an older son whose birthday is the same as our due date was. He serves as a reminder of that joyous anticipation we had and the love for someone we don't know yet. These two boys together remind me of Locke in the best of ways, that even though I didn't know him or her, that Locke will not be forgotten, which was one of my greatest fears as we lost him or her. Locke is beyond fine, resting in God's presence and knowing only the most complete love. We are thankful for that too. </div><div><br></div><div>We pray we continue to thrive, whether that includes another child or not. We seek God's purpose for our lives and pray that we listen with open ears and hearts to His plan for our family. We praise Him for the blessings and the sorrow, for we know He with us and for us through both seasons of life and everywhere in between. </div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-84940746281126407722016-01-13T17:26:00.001-08:002016-01-13T17:28:01.520-08:00Milestones for MommyI started running in September. <div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAHie5p1O86EabiXr-UcXOzSST1PRF8CsRQSqHsYpcRW4M0ERXIs_l1dgPLDxpf2NLCr3SGylh5yC_m05D7_X9RuLICWMl1qlse7acDZ7f2_2OetGSubZApRQ-7KNV1F2RbaH1Z9xUd0/s640/blogger-image-734481625.jpg" style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>There. I admitted it. </div><div><br></div><div>It wasn't something I wanted to do, but it was something I very much needed. Our miscarriage left me desperate for change, change mentally, change physically, and change in my overall attitude. I literally told myself, "If you aren't pregnant you may as well become a runner." </div><div><br></div><div>What?!?</div><div><br></div><div>I am not sure how that logic works, but it did. I fought the logistics for awhile. I told myself it couldn't be done because kids and heat and effort. At the end of each day though, no matter how much I walked or what little exercises I did around the house, it wasn't enough. I have been carrying doubt and what I termed as leftover Johnny weight, but, honestly, some of that weight was gained after he was delivered. At least 15 pounds, if not more. </div><div><br></div><div>Thus, I began. I went slowly and cautiously. I took my walks with a double stroller and added in intervals of jogging. I added in longer jogging stretches. I began waking up early to jog/lumber/run by myself. I listened to my body for distance each day rather than what my preconceptions thought was a good run. I began running longer stretches and actually began to crave it. I added in weights and missed running on the days I didn't do it. I found a few videos (check out YouTube's The Fit Law) that totally met my workout needs on days it was too rainy or Matt wasn't here in the mornings. I stretched longer and longer runs. I didn't talk about it online because I was afraid I would give it up. It was easier to slide it casually into conversation in person than have accountability in "print". </div><div><br></div><div>I saw change. Change in my body. Change in my skin. Change in my sleeping habits. Change in my overall health. Change in my motivation. Change in my ability to process. All for the better. It's, for the most part, me and the pavement and whatever issues or concerns or prayers I want to bring along. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizutrobjprVXgtYJ_mMnRKnPfomvzSxvJeyATA6_zzcAeWuDw4BHB3KbBfXrKV53vguBWNg8pJKB0idyB-cZ4jl6FHeoFqc4A77D8EoGA_s7XJEI0aFQTrvF0jlhz4KpzKXdK3jwRLHTQ/s640/blogger-image--1030258513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizutrobjprVXgtYJ_mMnRKnPfomvzSxvJeyATA6_zzcAeWuDw4BHB3KbBfXrKV53vguBWNg8pJKB0idyB-cZ4jl6FHeoFqc4A77D8EoGA_s7XJEI0aFQTrvF0jlhz4KpzKXdK3jwRLHTQ/s640/blogger-image--1030258513.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div><br></div><div>It's not easy. It took awhile to be consistent and to work up to longer runs. It took a lot of effort, but every grudge filled step was worth it. Most of my runs are between 2.5&3.5 miles. I set a goal for myself at New Years to run 5 miles in a single run before the end of January. I attempted it today and told myself each step of the way that I was in control. That this goal meant nothing to anyone else but myself. That this was all for me and nobody else had any say in what I did or how far I took it. I got motivated at the end and ran 5.85. </div><div><br></div><div>Then I felt like I was going to throw up and asked Matt to check and make sure I still had legs and a skull. </div><div><br></div><div>I am blessed to have a husband that cares enough for my health that he encourages me to get out for my workouts. It is helpful to have his support. While I would like to work up to pushing a stroller for a 5k, I wouldn't have gotten this far physically and emotionally without the time to myself. I don't feel guilty for making this time. Usually it's before the kids get up and even when it isn't, it teaches them an important lesson that Mommy's health is important too. It makes me a better mom, not just because I have had that quiet time for myself, but also because I have more energy and I'm more likely to do activities with them. We have also been getting out more as a family. Some evenings involve long walks and races and enjoying time together. All for the better again!</div><div><br></div><div>I have new goals, none of which involve paying for a race or running anything that ends in "-athon". I still have work to do in the weight department, but I like the progress I've made and that it is with changes I can manage. I'm not punishing myself by forbidding foods that I love. Life still needs to be lived! I get to go shopping...in my old wardrobe that hasn't seen the light of day for four years! </div><div><br></div><div>It's a big milestone, or five of them, but I'm looking forward to seeing where the health benefits go from here. </div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-87064242340028932322016-01-11T19:27:00.001-08:002016-01-11T19:27:27.420-08:00Putting it Out ThereYesterday we joined some friends at a local burger place that has an outdoor play area for the kids. It was a decent day, the food was great, and the company better. One of the kids we were with adores Johnny and takes him off to play with him any chance she gets. I love her heart for him. As we supervised from across the lawn, we took notice of the other kids running around and all took turns counting to make sure everyone was accounted for. After some time, MacKenzie came over to me and said that a pair of older boys (9 or 10 years old) said that "Johnny walked funny". <div><br></div><div>It's a first. </div><div><br></div><div>Our first of many. </div><div><br></div><div>Things have been said off hand to me, by adults. But this was the first time the girls heard a comment made by someone young. It will happen again. It will happen to our faces. It will happen behind our backs. It will be innocent comments like this one. It will also be not so nice insults. </div><div><br></div><div>Honestly, I'm surprised it took this long for our first comment like this. And I'm thankful for such an easy comment to work our way into. I pass no judgement on the boys. I wasn't there to hear what they had to say, how it was said, nor did I know what they meant. And, like I told MacKenzie, Johnny DOES walk funny. Because he is learning how to walk and he is unstable. Are there different ways the boys could have worded that comment to be kinder? Yes. But, I don't think it was a taunt. Not this time. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcLyLC4fBmfL2I1tq9gll1SaLnWeN8boUR9AvdTqlEkkgnbq_S1YSDPhxmX2EFhrOBDtN-03xyachohwHQMYfG0qVe1cYGVCtp3gxHOcjy2Qt4MnkJcZvcCSGsKq-flg7kR0iZvhNxaY/s640/blogger-image--426411072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcLyLC4fBmfL2I1tq9gll1SaLnWeN8boUR9AvdTqlEkkgnbq_S1YSDPhxmX2EFhrOBDtN-03xyachohwHQMYfG0qVe1cYGVCtp3gxHOcjy2Qt4MnkJcZvcCSGsKq-flg7kR0iZvhNxaY/s640/blogger-image--426411072.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I'm thankful because my girl knew enough in her heart that, what those boys said didn't sit right with her and she made the decision to come tell me. We had a conversation about it being ok to observe differences between people, but ensuring that we are being kind about it. We discussed that she did the right thing, listening to her heart to come tell me, and that there will be times I ask her not to worry about it, times that I address it between the two of us, and other times that I talk to the others directly. I am thankful because we are equipping our kids with language that allows them to ask genuine questions out of a thirst for knowledge and encourages them to voice their concerns over injustices (both legitimate and embellished) that they observe. </div><div><br></div><div>I was caught off guard by the whole interaction, not expecting, as I stuffed my face with burger and brisket cheese fries to deal with a milestone of a different kind. But I wasn't sad or upset about what happened. Look at all the victories. The reason the boys even noticed that Johnny was walking funny is because he was trying to walk. The reason he was trying to walk was to play on a typical playground. The reason he was out on the playground was to keep up with friends who adore him and beg me to let him play. The reason we were out to lunch was to spend time with friends who are (along with countless others) walking this journey right alongside us. How could I be upset?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5a5NKbst_tdBs2zhMWRVGusQph9-keLLBeACKDHvQjPFVNGEVvECpfxxICsAFPDAQRic_coaVk0aUrdi7MaO2zgtVN0_-niz_HxIOAStIS5bRj2o6iW56rT7d4XXB2B0KsGtaduJt6nc/s640/blogger-image--1863758914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5a5NKbst_tdBs2zhMWRVGusQph9-keLLBeACKDHvQjPFVNGEVvECpfxxICsAFPDAQRic_coaVk0aUrdi7MaO2zgtVN0_-niz_HxIOAStIS5bRj2o6iW56rT7d4XXB2B0KsGtaduJt6nc/s640/blogger-image--1863758914.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>But the biggest part of that, is the fact that he was in a place where he could be observed and interacted with. We put him out there, exposing him to the world, waiting to see what he would do, wanting him to experience as typical of a day as possible. It's a fantastic thing! And part of putting him out there is risking that he may get hurt. He may fall. He may eat dirt. He may struggle. He may fail. He may be "made fun of". For our family, that is part of growing and learning. I would never shy away from a chance for him. Does he need support and modifications sometimes? Absolutely. But there are times when he needs to experience a struggle or hardship for himself. For every offhand comment that is made towards him, there is a chance for an older sister to mature and learn. For every fall, there were stairs or ladders that were conquered. For every fail, there are days of marked progress, small progress, or even just a single step in the right direction. </div><div><br></div><div>I refuse to build castle walls and dig moats around my kids to protect them from the world that exists out there. Instead I work to equip them with the tools they need- strength, courage, bravery, understanding, and communication. I make sure they know they are loved and cherished and send them on their way. </div><div><br></div><div>This was the first of many. There will be harder ones to come. I'm praying for each moment that comes our way. I'm praising God for the great moments we've already had and the many more I know are in store. </div><div><br></div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-13065299101818265682015-09-13T21:22:00.001-07:002015-09-13T21:22:24.413-07:00LockeOne of the first questions we got when we began announcing our fourth pregnancy was whether we desired a boy or a girl. Just as with our three, it never mattered. When my stepfather asked, I began to respond with my old fallback, "It doesn't matter as long as he or she is healthy." Then I remembered our boy, how worrisome and fretful his pregnancy was, how erratic his health is, and my realization since having him that even healthy makes no difference. So I stopped myself mid statement and responded "It doesn't matter, God will equip us to care for whomever He needs us to."<div><br></div><div>I didn't know that a mere two weeks later, I would be done caring for our child. </div><div><br></div><div>It's difficult in so many ways. It feels abstract because of the lack of physical proof and evidence that we had our child with us. Two pregnancy tests are all we have to indicate that he or she was here. But I know that he or she was real, the baby's impact on my body was evident before I even missed my cycle. He or she altered me, causing me to feel woozy for hours each day and gave me increased exhaustion. But the outside world doesn't know that, even Matt, who was as ecstatic and excited as I was, knew our child as a concept rather than a physical being. Because of this, I find grief difficult. Mothers that have lost pregnancies of their own can surely relate, but many others understand that we are sad without comprehending the sense of emptiness that follows the physical presence of that child being removed. I knew he or she was within me, just as sure as if I had held that baby in my arms. </div><div><br></div><div>Grief has been challenging as I celebrate others, rejoicing for their pregnancies and new children. I don't covet their children, just as I have never coveted the expansion of families around us for the past 27 months of our trying to expand ours. It is harder now though. Again, not because I covet their child or want their child, but because I miss mine so much. I think about how I would be moving into elastic waist clothing, would be saving up for teeny diapers, and would be dreadfully (and blissfully) nauseous for large portions of the day. As soon as we saw our positive tests, I began to think about the best moments of new life- the first movements especially when you aren't sure if they count or not, the large belly that becomes a clear sign to the outside world that you are growing life, and labor and delivery which peaks with the child leaving your womb and you feel the weight of him or her in your arms for the first time. I fell asleep imagining how he or she would feel in my arms. </div><div><br></div><div>When it became fairly evident that we would not be holding our child in our arms here, I prayed so many things. I began to plead with God, asking Him to protect our child because I wanted him or her to feel love. In that moment of despair, I felt what I can only describe as still. It wasn't peace or comfort because I very much fretted and cried over what I knew was happening, but God stilled my heart and gave me understanding over my plea. He assured me that my prayer for my child to feel loved was a guarantee that He could make and one that was more assured than with my other children. My child was delivered from my womb directly to His side, to His presence, and would always know His love alone. This dear one, who was so desired, would never know the fear, pain, or anguish of this world. Selfishly, I wanted (and still want) this baby to know how much we loved, desired, and cared for him or her. But God's love is enough. </div><div><br></div><div>We move, not on, but forward and carry his or her memory with us. The grief comes and go and changes depending on the day and the cause. An offhand statement from one person may cut differently than a similar offhand statement from someone else. Matt was left bewildered with a sobbing wife yesterday as I just proclaimed how much I missed him or her. I treasure my three, and praise God for each of my days with my four. </div><div><br></div><div>We named our baby Locke. It had been our girl list since we were expecting Keegan and, seeing as it can be a boy name as well, felt it appropriate for this cherished one. Locke means a stronghold, I gather resolve from the knowledge of Locke's presence in the stronghold of our God and the knowledge that we will meet Locke there one day. In 2 Samuel it is written "The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation. He is my stronghold, my refuge and my savior- " </div><div><br></div><div>We lean into God as our stronghold, our rock, and the provider of our salvation. Our time with Locke was brief, but he or she will not be forgotten by our family. </div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-80931020222285900532015-08-28T15:26:00.001-07:002015-08-28T15:26:57.425-07:00Changing SocietyThere is a campaign out there to encourage more companies to include kids with special needs in their advertising. I'm not going to link their name because on one hand, I appreciate what they are doing. <div><br></div><div>I get it. I do. I want inclusion for my son and other kids with special needs in all aspects of life. I completely agree with toy companies including kids of all needs playing in their advertisements because that is one way of showing adaptability of products. I encourage movies and tv shows that appropriately include kids and adults with special needs because everyone needs representation and to identify with film, it's one way to understand ourselves and everyone likes entertainment!</div><div><br></div><div>On the other hand, I'm not sure how I feel about this specific project. At the end of the day, these are advertisers who are trying to make money, and their choice will be the most beautiful and least shocking of all kids with special needs. These kids will be made up, dressed up, frosted and filtered, and altered as the objective of selling more product is the goal of all campaigns. And I'm ok with that, sort of...</div><div><br></div><div>At the end of the day, I could care less if anyone else thinks my kid(s) are beautiful or handsome or cute. Do I dress my kids in certain outfits or clothes in order to look cute or look nice? Of course. Do I lament when in an outfit doesn't elicit "likes" and "comments" from others? Absolutely not. Their clothes may often be conventional, but I have to like them and, now that the girls have a very strong voice, they have to like them too. My questions to the girls when they put together some wild outfit are- Do you like it? Are you comfortable? Is everything covered? That is what matters. There are times I say more about what they wear, for special occasions or nice events, but even then, it is about looking near and put together. Their looks are at the bottom of the list of what I want feedback from others on. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0vOpsHG2S44I0tYt9cyw8glGTUHK0GAk6mfW5NX-DbIvCSmi7_n6hntNb0NhIczzCmucXhDGoQgsKuRDHn01I_7mwUvBFMecev2x6Pcve8Uoxo_cG4JISrA_4Vi6f2w1V2fPIwceMFA/s640/blogger-image--223600511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0vOpsHG2S44I0tYt9cyw8glGTUHK0GAk6mfW5NX-DbIvCSmi7_n6hntNb0NhIczzCmucXhDGoQgsKuRDHn01I_7mwUvBFMecev2x6Pcve8Uoxo_cG4JISrA_4Vi6f2w1V2fPIwceMFA/s640/blogger-image--223600511.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>That is why this campaign bothers me so deeply. Rather than knowing my kids are placed in a product ad that is inherently superficial, in all cases, not just inclusion based cases, I want to know what people's perceptions are beyond that. I want people to question whether my kids try hard, use the intelligence they have, are kind, and love others. I want people to report back on how MacKenzie shared about her love of science, how Keegan shared with a friend, or how Johnny learned a new word from a friend. I want a stranger to comment on how interactive Johnny is rather than how he is a "special sweet angel". I want my friends to provide opportunities for inclusion at play dates (I have great inclusive friends by the way), for inclusion at schools to be the norm when appropriate, and for accommodations to be made to help all people who need a little extra assistance. I want a campaign that is focused on changing our schools so the needs of all kids, from the highest functioning to the lowest can get an education tailored to their level. I want my Facebook feed filled with demands for resources for classroom teachers, administrative staff, and educators and therapists that are helping kids learn livable skills. I want a hashtag that urges people to <i><b>change their hearts</b></i>, to be kind, understanding, and encouraging to kids and adults with special needs, rather than just being ok with how they look on the outside. I spend time telling my girls that beauty is subjective, that everyone has aspects to their physical body that is beauty, but that real worth comes from inside of them, so how can I promote a campaign that is about little more than a picture in a magazine or on a billboard? My son and my daughters are worth so much more than a photoshopped smile, regardless of their needs. This campaign speaks about changing advertising, but I see it as molding and changing the most "typical" looking kids into the societal norms that are already standard. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjazwIxMnOqRYFFXy8gLdM8unOXh23sIp7Q9HkgMByKK9rN5GettUHQDX4zINFObUIuzG7eQ_Ia7Gv2f2Af9sm8U2vLYcbCqC3_DsW2jrBkV7nldwFbs-1Z6Q-x7IIvr8sA2hUOBpHBHw/s640/blogger-image--229360021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjazwIxMnOqRYFFXy8gLdM8unOXh23sIp7Q9HkgMByKK9rN5GettUHQDX4zINFObUIuzG7eQ_Ia7Gv2f2Af9sm8U2vLYcbCqC3_DsW2jrBkV7nldwFbs-1Z6Q-x7IIvr8sA2hUOBpHBHw/s640/blogger-image--229360021.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>And really, there is nothing wrong with that. That is what modeling and advertising is, but I caution anyone who thinks they are changing anything because a kid with special needs is included in one season's print ads because of social media pressure. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-90233019511465633672015-08-26T08:23:00.001-07:002015-08-26T08:23:30.798-07:00First DayOn Monday, Mac started school. It was a day she, and her parents, looked forward to for weeks. She carefully picked out her backpack, lunchbox, first day of school outfit, and requested a family trip to IHOP to commemorate her next step. I could be sad, I could cry, I could voice my frustration that "it all just happened too fast". I could. But I honestly didn't feel that way. I began to feel a little like everything is happening too fast, but our journey with her isn't over, it's just different now. I was too excited to see her move on to school to be sad. And my heart spilled over with pride to see her excitement and confidence. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGrz6KZC7Rseblx2X5dPxsnTPghSi9bhjcLaoOMpzTELSkEA3uw0kODBHygcCXeE0iPOaV7mEp5jQipVKdjnnH2MVsV8V51sKtohyphenhyphen0wHfVMOH0p1OrJWeOEsTvZH5x9255mkCIa4WR5o/s640/blogger-image--302565020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGrz6KZC7Rseblx2X5dPxsnTPghSi9bhjcLaoOMpzTELSkEA3uw0kODBHygcCXeE0iPOaV7mEp5jQipVKdjnnH2MVsV8V51sKtohyphenhyphen0wHfVMOH0p1OrJWeOEsTvZH5x9255mkCIa4WR5o/s640/blogger-image--302565020.jpg"></a></div><br><div><br></div><div>As she approached the curb from the car line, she hesitated once. She turned back to the car, momentarily forgetting what her next step was. I knew she would be fine walking into the school and finding her classroom, we had toured and gone over what she should do several times. This was new however, and her looking back, was a normal sign of needed support. I didn't hesitate however, Matt and I have her a big smile from the car and out of my passenger seat I waved her on, silently urging her toward the door. She smiled back, turned, and walked in to the building. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5cM_5dbfKrVr4D-TDktY3nf0vxPs8trUgDVyBCuuq88UVIByPPyUWPQZuj1K9tEAqrRxJjlY3-mzs0FK19Z7C0CVMA2Z6FdpXp8Bl0Y7RFCyjPAMLuf6WSVeTzsRO4ueUG_dKbz-bU8/s640/blogger-image--1675727956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5cM_5dbfKrVr4D-TDktY3nf0vxPs8trUgDVyBCuuq88UVIByPPyUWPQZuj1K9tEAqrRxJjlY3-mzs0FK19Z7C0CVMA2Z6FdpXp8Bl0Y7RFCyjPAMLuf6WSVeTzsRO4ueUG_dKbz-bU8/s640/blogger-image--1675727956.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>The reason I don't feel sad or wistful is because this is what I have been preparing her for over the past years. We have known for some time, that we would begin with mainstream schooling for our kids. As we raised her, we worked on the skills she would need to be successful in this setting. We worked to create scenarios where she could test responsibility and independence under our guidance. As appropriate and when safe, we allow, and encourage, her to push the boundaries of her limitations, to see what she is capable of. All of this was to create a confident little girl who walked into the school building by herself AND to prepare her for obstacles she will face in her world as it grows beyond the confines of campuses in our neighborhood. </div><div><br></div><div>The other day, when spending time with friends of mine, we mentioned the scene in Finding Nemo when the baby turtle, Squirt, gets lost in the current. As Marlin freaks out, the older turtle holds him back, voicing a desire to give the little guy a chance to figure it out. It's one of my favorite scenes in any Disney movie. A friend turned to me and said that the scene was "me", that the scene I mentioned described my parenting. It was an honor to hear because that is what Matt and I both try to do. To never place our kids in danger, but to allow them to grow when and explore when the situation allows. There are times we need to hold their hands and times when they can run ahead of us. There are times when we rescue them off the top of the playground and times when we push them off the diving board. There are times we guide them through friendships and relationships and times they need to figure it out themselves. Finding that balance for our family has been crucial in how we parent.</div><div><br></div><div>So Monday was our biggest test yet. She has her own days, her own memories, and large amounts of her own time now. We will be there to support, guide, and teach her along the way, we simply have more help from this point on with teachers, counsellors, and new friends. She WILL stumble along the way, but that's part of the process. We are so proud of her and look forward, expectantly, to hearing everything she wants to share. With a smile and a wave, we send her on her way!</div></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDPQqfGDePfnRqVaVZrmmmbkA5WWU-UHdmwVBFUG8EVbRKMyBRuuUpLFn2SWaSVIIsOnmz8sbXaYMEN3qyED_H7q0qyhm5gYDv0Cv5jUkx1zvDLsTNEaNhQ1HaxMRqGcWSl_1S5JcDN4/s640/blogger-image--1201763762.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDPQqfGDePfnRqVaVZrmmmbkA5WWU-UHdmwVBFUG8EVbRKMyBRuuUpLFn2SWaSVIIsOnmz8sbXaYMEN3qyED_H7q0qyhm5gYDv0Cv5jUkx1zvDLsTNEaNhQ1HaxMRqGcWSl_1S5JcDN4/s640/blogger-image--1201763762.jpg"></a></div><br></div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-4834854538167570172015-06-27T18:39:00.001-07:002015-06-27T18:39:19.394-07:00School Next YearMac has always been an accelerated learner. We have always proudly boasted new things she has learned or skills she has acquired. We have also always struggled with a plan for her education. We do not have the income for private school at this time and after careful reflection, feel that mainstream public school is our best option. That being said, in preschool and looking forward to elementary school, I was worried about her being challenged enough. She learns quickly, she learns vast amounts of knowledge, and she just plain "gets it". Two years ago we found a preschool program that would allow her to attend the 4/5 year old class instead of the 3 year old. This past year we placed her in a different preschool program, in a 4/5 class in order to learn how to function in a larger group and in a group that would transition well into the school district. Part of the way through the year, she received one on one attention from her high school buddy teacher in addition to working on other assignments with her peers. Throughout her life we have worked on learning with her, sometimes formally with lessons and workbooks, and sometimes informally. She soaks it all up. <div><br></div><div>It became evident, a year ago, that she may be too prepared for Kindergarten this upcoming year. After some assessments on our part and advice from several educators we know, we decided to push her further with at home teaching, focusing on reading, writing, and math skills. We looked at the standards for Kinder in our state, had her reading at every opportunity, and nourished her young mind. Simultaneously, we began the process of asking the school district and others in the community about ways a child could accelerate past Kindergarten. Many people wrote us off, told us it wasn't possible, and gave us multitudes of reasons why it was a bad idea. Many of these reasons stung seeing as I was accelerated through school and feel blessed by that decision on the part of my parents and educators. We plugged through, knowing what was best for our girl. We never cared, and still don't, what grade she goes into. We just want what is best for her and wanted to know we tried. Through hours of searching, we discovered the CBE (credit by exam) that our district participates in, even if they do not recommend it for their students. While one would think that knowing about the exam made our journey easier, it proved to remain just as difficult. Countless emails were sent back and forth between myself and the school counselor to find out details, dates, and any information about the format of the test. I never had any intention of teaching Mac how to take the test, but I also didn't want her to go in "blind" to a situation she had never been in before. All the while we prepped her by teaching what she needed to know regardless of what level she would end up in.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFKnXLac9Q6HKz4jp1JeIRZS3RN_PHZnbKJVcH-gonzo_Zk3pDDNHxUN-JCVyBGrh9-EULd4cLLG3HjHMk5piWNrGi8ebr0IIKkMyr723tAiosWlFi95R8K4LMmwTZdXCe4TrZs0PA5g/s640/blogger-image-2014314810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFKnXLac9Q6HKz4jp1JeIRZS3RN_PHZnbKJVcH-gonzo_Zk3pDDNHxUN-JCVyBGrh9-EULd4cLLG3HjHMk5piWNrGi8ebr0IIKkMyr723tAiosWlFi95R8K4LMmwTZdXCe4TrZs0PA5g/s640/blogger-image-2014314810.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>We also discussed what "skipping" meant for her and our family. We prayed for a clear path for her and reassured her that the test was merely one measure of her brilliance. Over and over we stated how much we wanted her to do her best, no matter what results ended up presenting themselves. She walked into the test hesitant and walked out confident. She filtered out little details to Matt and I throughout the day, telling us about problems she worked and stories she read. I, unable to let it go, asked numerous questions about different topics on the test, grilling her for information, hoping it would prove insightful for how she did. It was fruitless and I eventually backed off, reassured, once again, that it did not matter. The test was one measure and she would do great in whichever grade she was placed in. </div><div><br></div><div>The results came in on Thursday. To exit Kindergarten, a student must achieve 80% on math and 80% on English/reading. Mac achieved a 90% on both parts, a clear sign that she is ready to move on. We are proud of our girl, mainly because of how hard she worked. Even though learning is easy for her, she still enjoys it and focuses on doing things correctly. We also feel proud of our diligence, of pushing through the beaurocracy and negativity to find the right path for our girl. We made the system work for our family, it's a lesson that may need repeating dozens of times over, especially as we near Johnny's time entering the district this fall. </div><div><br></div><div>While I am proud, my mommy heart is a little wistful. With the opening of that letter, a year flew by. A year that, more than likely, she will not be with us, under our direct care. It is a full year of classroom celebrations, lunches at the school, reading to her class, projects, field trips, class pets, and memories that are no longer accessible to us. There will be no first day of kindergarten picture and no "friends since Kindergarten" to be found. It is a quick jump in our little one's journey. For me, that is how I knew this was the right decision. It would be so easy to keep her in kinder, to have an easy year with her, to enjoy all the time and memories. While kinder would have its own challenges, it would be a smooth transition with easy lessons and less emotional strain. The jump to first means being behind, socially, emotionally, and, in some cases, mentally. But the jump is what she needs. It will be a struggle, at different times and in different ways, for her entire pre college academic career. There will be things she is left out of because of her age. There will be things she has to wait on because of her age. There will be times where more is expected of her because of her presumed age. But it is all worth it. Her mind is worth the challenges. And who better to guide her through the far fewer challenges towards the much more frequent benefits than myself. Because I know all of this and because my heart is breaking a little at that lost year, I know we have done the right thing for our girl. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNC_SKen4047u4Zv7RVZ3JhEaQdPG6Zh5WO3L0trptWmc-Vv3shFalBEN522iQAm_zhov6hEeZRKdGJJhUq-bvoc_wS8wgAZhko1VRqcMrCXDMfYLT29vDgLZP0Ydmua5gJ5hgunIxNDU/s640/blogger-image-860660687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNC_SKen4047u4Zv7RVZ3JhEaQdPG6Zh5WO3L0trptWmc-Vv3shFalBEN522iQAm_zhov6hEeZRKdGJJhUq-bvoc_wS8wgAZhko1VRqcMrCXDMfYLT29vDgLZP0Ydmua5gJ5hgunIxNDU/s640/blogger-image-860660687.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>And if there were any doubts in our mind, I can just reference her reaction when we told her-</div><div>Me: "How do you think you did on your test?"</div><div>Mac: "Awesome."</div><div>Me: "Yep. You are right. You did great and you are going to move up to first grade!"</div><div>Mac: with huge smile on her face and voice dripping with the know it all attitude she got from her mom "Well, yeah. Of course!"</div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-32215178618356097702015-05-10T20:18:00.000-07:002015-05-10T20:24:35.150-07:00Beach Days!We spent two mornings at the beach on our vacation. Both on the way to Orlando and on the way back, we stopped in Destin overnight and for a couple hours playing in the sand and in the water. We like the convenience of our hotel, the same one we stayed at two years ago, because of it's close proximity to the water. We only have to walk 100 feet or so to get to the white powdery sand which is helpful for adults and kids!
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The girls love the beach and would have gladly spent days running up and down the beach, in and out of the water, and rolling around in the dry sand and the wet sand along the surf. They loved chasing birds and looking for other animals and Mac really liked finding seashells to bring home. Some of them have even been colored!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLegJ7s2RySTFds9k25hkuVoWGq2tjVLFQBN-USXvfsPSUvvza5kIEhnYUHY48rj_h4bfL2_8JiIRLunBqECB-EoOf_5aQtUzNW0NDx5PQ9JzffJ1nnNTWxSUiKsrVAAZ2nkzEIo6dHCk/s1600/DSC00018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLegJ7s2RySTFds9k25hkuVoWGq2tjVLFQBN-USXvfsPSUvvza5kIEhnYUHY48rj_h4bfL2_8JiIRLunBqECB-EoOf_5aQtUzNW0NDx5PQ9JzffJ1nnNTWxSUiKsrVAAZ2nkzEIo6dHCk/s320/DSC00018.JPG"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikn_pCjis4NaCCsY-SlX3qA508lia8igFNILN2B4wL84KZhrjWIl1PROnP-b8AkILnyCQuQuc_Lq2nPy-KNw5ule3vjGdxU1yAkSGYeGxG4RhZtGG_CxCw-3VAAZ0S9OAeKB8V2-hkt1k/s640/blogger-image--690970136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikn_pCjis4NaCCsY-SlX3qA508lia8igFNILN2B4wL84KZhrjWIl1PROnP-b8AkILnyCQuQuc_Lq2nPy-KNw5ule3vjGdxU1yAkSGYeGxG4RhZtGG_CxCw-3VAAZ0S9OAeKB8V2-hkt1k/s640/blogger-image--690970136.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nr2AwYa74QQMNDP1qtPjMB7eC4_w8od6mjZ-NHdlRxPR71kzDO7O1jSqsZcIYFhNK3UOXpv_yTz7FR6Duz4SLosfSA2i5oF6avgIM0ISE1Q5oBqyrsHoTaie3Tz8GmD8G4CjGATZSAM/s640/blogger-image--480299584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nr2AwYa74QQMNDP1qtPjMB7eC4_w8od6mjZ-NHdlRxPR71kzDO7O1jSqsZcIYFhNK3UOXpv_yTz7FR6Duz4SLosfSA2i5oF6avgIM0ISE1Q5oBqyrsHoTaie3Tz8GmD8G4CjGATZSAM/s640/blogger-image--480299584.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div>
Johnny loved the water and beach too, enough that he tried to consume it on several occasions. It was slightly disturbing to hear the crunch and crackle of sand between his teeth, knowing there was no way to get it all out until we went back up to our hotel room. He would have gladly scootched into the ocean, never to be seen again, much like Keegan was when she was little. He tried desperately to keep up with the girls, scootching, crawling, and even some standing along the beach to explore along with them. He loved the water and was hardly phased when a wave would knock him over.<div><br>
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The beach provided us with some great family time, but it also provided the opportunity for the kids to get out some energy in the middle of our long road trip. We are glad we took the time, instead of pushing straight through each leg of the trip. It also meant that we could stop at Shake's for frozen custard and we discovered a great, Freebird's or Chipotle style place outside of Destin, called Burritos del Sol. Their food was crazy good, really fresh with delicious sauces and toppings (I got a baja style shrimp quesadilla with pineapple salsa). We highly recommend both places for a great treat if you are in the area.
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We are glad that are needs are limited with Johnny, but there were a few concessions we needed. These are what we were offered and what we used, other families may need more or less depending on their situation. <div><br></div><div>First, we absolutely needed the ability to use his stroller as a wheelchair. We would not have been able to do Disney without it. Being able to take him into shows, through certain lines, and, in general, our comfort, depended on using the stroller as much as possible. We did not use it the entire time, we held him quite a bit, but as a 2.5 year old boy who is wiggly but cannot walk or even stand to provide us with some relief, we needed the assistance provided by our stroller. We were issued a red tag to use for the duration of our trip and did have to show it quite a bit as people ushered us to stroller parking instead of to the line or ramps we were searching for. Additionally, we did get some dirty looks and comments from people who didn't understand why we could use our stroller and they couldn't use theirs. This didn't faze us. They don't know our circumstances so I ignored them. </div><div><br></div><div>Not only was the stroller useful for general ease of navigating the park and lines, it was imperative for Johnny to take a nap so we could spend all of our time at the parks. Our double stroller is amazing and is only slightly longer than a standard single stroller and not any wider. His seat easily reclined back and has a large shade so he could snooze for an hour or two all three days we were at the Disney parks. Even if we hadn't been allowed to use the stroller as a wheelchair, we still would have brought it for this reason alone. It was nice to have a space for the girls to climb in and out of too, with the additional seat, and Keegan slept at Magic Kingdom as well!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-H-PGdY5WijQvrHaT0BV9hh62Np70fjBMS62cRyDcsv4h4o_p-zSTLiRI6b7uneXLkfgxStLD2yUEHociHZxqTreKUr_BjQTez4ojtrXotmZAXXPMvoEYjMCvXt2sgjw7Y4LuFcYzAo/s640/blogger-image-339260851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-H-PGdY5WijQvrHaT0BV9hh62Np70fjBMS62cRyDcsv4h4o_p-zSTLiRI6b7uneXLkfgxStLD2yUEHociHZxqTreKUr_BjQTez4ojtrXotmZAXXPMvoEYjMCvXt2sgjw7Y4LuFcYzAo/s640/blogger-image-339260851.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogOoLhGuoRDVAEkGkTyVGKB1O8FZKAVhCn_vCB0K0FJ1kKW7GuY7PzsgABWD9KsLPN-pdjd2yz_W1FFoDm3qRTE-H5r8MEJCOVA0F9_fzYYZWYlMT_Z6fEEUr7HMlSHtuOq5baaoXDE4/s640/blogger-image-978550357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogOoLhGuoRDVAEkGkTyVGKB1O8FZKAVhCn_vCB0K0FJ1kKW7GuY7PzsgABWD9KsLPN-pdjd2yz_W1FFoDm3qRTE-H5r8MEJCOVA0F9_fzYYZWYlMT_Z6fEEUr7HMlSHtuOq5baaoXDE4/s640/blogger-image-978550357.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Having this wheelchair tag also provided an additional benefit we needed and that was aisle seats for shows in case Johnny was overstimulated or overwhelmed by anything we saw. He doesn't have huge issues with it, but we've noticed large crowds and loud noises set him off easily. Additionally, we learned on the trip that 3-d, even without the glasses, freaks him out. Each time we saw a 3-d show he clamored to be in my lap and buried his head into me to avoid seeing it. Sometimes that meant we sat in the back and sometimes that meant front row seats, neither mattered to us (although front row was great for The Lion King and the Frozen Sing along), but having the ability to easily grab him and leave if I needed to was important. We never had to, but we were close a few times. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3bvu6H4Jo6sNh1xeiDqZv8B1awle1-Kw2uQBcJj9ZK9wnA9tmGJwdZOKvXjRxEAP8h61bhNzHF663Psf7piyVkFqAWjeJBrAjRXqUpfkAy5DVI-iugEXnq_1g4lxdbi6CLthgDaGT9k/s640/blogger-image-220025748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3bvu6H4Jo6sNh1xeiDqZv8B1awle1-Kw2uQBcJj9ZK9wnA9tmGJwdZOKvXjRxEAP8h61bhNzHF663Psf7piyVkFqAWjeJBrAjRXqUpfkAy5DVI-iugEXnq_1g4lxdbi6CLthgDaGT9k/s640/blogger-image-220025748.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYP-X_SZJi7H6qtQdVJg8j697BCHpe9sUsmAF4UnI2wZO2qakq1CTy3eArqFjP_54PBxZaBhF2buuFF4VQkBJB520DtVhCc4ickhjLsZd38NvXz5Rq_vuQIb-uhFYDZsr2x40ZIWgaPak/s640/blogger-image-167352068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYP-X_SZJi7H6qtQdVJg8j697BCHpe9sUsmAF4UnI2wZO2qakq1CTy3eArqFjP_54PBxZaBhF2buuFF4VQkBJB520DtVhCc4ickhjLsZd38NvXz5Rq_vuQIb-uhFYDZsr2x40ZIWgaPak/s640/blogger-image-167352068.jpg"></a></div> (Back of the theater for Indiana Jones</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> and Fantasmic)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdESb9tD-dU9J7JqyZEJU4wDXK8qVKEBSk-RWdHaJzOVq3sQ_w0vauV9TxC-OeO9wRHSgP01wN0gB6xuWwxwlCNeKK3DtSZ_881g2KnQ134j7yFPODgcfGn2YkdyoVCWwzaP9uffEhRbk/s640/blogger-image-2096090985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdESb9tD-dU9J7JqyZEJU4wDXK8qVKEBSk-RWdHaJzOVq3sQ_w0vauV9TxC-OeO9wRHSgP01wN0gB6xuWwxwlCNeKK3DtSZ_881g2KnQ134j7yFPODgcfGn2YkdyoVCWwzaP9uffEhRbk/s640/blogger-image-2096090985.jpg"></a></div> (Front for Frozen Sing Along)</div></div><div><br></div><div>We also had access to an old style fast pass. This option allowed us to check into any ride Johnny was able to come with us on, have a "wait" time written down for our family, and we could return to the faster line at that point. We could only have one ride waiting at a time. Mainly, this was so we could park the stroller outside the ride and quickly get on and off. Honestly, because of how young he is, we only used it three times. All the other kid rides were easy to wait in line for. I can see how this would be beneficial to have if we return when he is older. While we work hard to show all of our kids appropriate behavior and work on it with each of them, I can see where the chance to ride a ride with a space to wait outside could be beneficial for Johnny. </div><div><br></div><div>Another accommodation we needed but is given to anyone was the chance to bring in outside food, a soft cooler, and an ice pack for Johnny's medicine. It's nice that this corporation still allows outside food, especially with Johnny being a somewhat selective eater. I was able to pack food that I knew he would eat and we obviously needed two doses of his medicine chilled for the entire day. It was also nice to have snacks and a small meal for all of us, so huge kudos to Disney for helping us stay in our budget!</div><div><br></div><div>Lastly, I cannot say enough for the general attitude and positivity I saw at Disney towards all people, but especially those with special needs. Time and time again, all three of my kids were given love and had kindness shown to them at the parks, but extra steps were taken for kids and adults with special needs. Each character spent more time with Johnny and others with obvious special needs. Several princesses were so gentle and warm towards our sweet boy. Both Cinderella and Merida took several extra minutes with him, even after several minutes with the girls, to love on him and talk to him. Cast members were patient and welcoming to people needing extra assistance. And the overall attitude of everyone was one of inclusion. At the Lion King show, there is a parade for kids selected from the audience and one cast member selected and pushed a child in a wheelchair through the parade, helping he sing and clap along to the music, all the while dancing and keeping up with everyone else. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-E5KtslH7YMKDtaGOTUccbKBLz85bspKgXtgy-aizIAslHQ6gDfiwcG-ZgApuXH0s6fKyKAa_OgMzsOZdOXhQu8wcJgIyb_F0BCVuBnM9VyQL0_D_JS_hcfUsRaLl8Jy74YgRNJ4QLQ/s640/blogger-image-2053067326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-E5KtslH7YMKDtaGOTUccbKBLz85bspKgXtgy-aizIAslHQ6gDfiwcG-ZgApuXH0s6fKyKAa_OgMzsOZdOXhQu8wcJgIyb_F0BCVuBnM9VyQL0_D_JS_hcfUsRaLl8Jy74YgRNJ4QLQ/s640/blogger-image-2053067326.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU679kQ-f79vkX0gUGEmAk_z-6H3UxdaSLx_e6KDVQ_5Xz7a2T7R2IMuTleAQVvWznmeHdduV1ZHn3d50TTvVI-JqxP1RYVbFqj6HunTvAtlOJZWYQ0AQuQPAd6X9eRd7n8BdtqSL7eRA/s640/blogger-image-2046834006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU679kQ-f79vkX0gUGEmAk_z-6H3UxdaSLx_e6KDVQ_5Xz7a2T7R2IMuTleAQVvWznmeHdduV1ZHn3d50TTvVI-JqxP1RYVbFqj6HunTvAtlOJZWYQ0AQuQPAd6X9eRd7n8BdtqSL7eRA/s640/blogger-image-2046834006.jpg"></a></div> (Kisses from Cinderella)</div><div><br></div><div>The best moment for us occured, not to our own family, but one directly in front of us. As we waited in line to see the talking Mickey, I noticed a family with an older (late teens) boy with special needs. While his diagnosis may not have been clear, his love for Disney was, evident in his bright Mickey hoodie, t-shirt, and Captain Jack Sparrow/Mickey ears. When it was his turn, the delight that came over him, was a wonderful thing to watch. But even more so, was the response and diligence that Mickey and his helpers took to make this boy's experience special. He asked the boy several questions and then noticed his pirate ears. They the took turns saying "argh" like pirates and posed for several pictures like that. The pleasure on the parents' faces and the happiness on the boy's face was an opportunity I felt blessed to observe. I think that is what makes Disney so special, not that it works to give everyone a perfect day, but that it trains each person that works there to take small moments and turns them into unique experiences. How many people can say they love Mickey and Captain Jack Sparrow so Mickey took the time to pose and talk like a pirate for them? The hug that boy shared with Mickey was almost better to watch than my own kids' hugs with him. It encompassed all the reasons I knew we would be fine to take Johnny along with us. It also made my appreciation for Disney grow because I know this wasn't an isolated incident or something contrived. It was genuine and something that they are diligent at doing, at making magic for everyone. </div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-41933910236046923002015-05-09T09:35:00.001-07:002015-05-09T09:35:58.506-07:00Road Trip with KidsWe drove the 15+ hours to Orlando with our three kids last week. I, like in most things I do, researched ways to keep kids of all ages entertained and over prepared for most scenarios. I was glad to have way more than I needed than not having enough. I have a few tips here which worked for our family, ages 5,4, and 2.5. <div><br></div><div>First- tons of snacks that are easy to clean. We had chewy bars, goldfish, veggie straws, baby carrots, raisins, trail mix, water bottles, and the occasional juice pouches for the kids. We also had some candy bracelets, gummy bears, and fruit snacks for the girls as little treats. We brought our own snacks to help stretch those miles near meal times and to help work more savings into our budget. Because we didn't have to buy a snack at every restroom stop, we were able to treat the girls to beneigts in New Orleans, frozen custard in Destin, and finally bought them a gas station treat on the last leg of our roadtrip back. Having these snacks on hand (with a bowl to put Johnny's in), really helped Johnny too as he would get restless when he needed to nap. Each day, if we have him his water and a little snack, he would munch on a few, then fall asleep, content that his needs were met. </div><div><br></div><div>Bring lots of new activities that you don't care about making it through the trip. We bought new color books, foam stickers, pop beads, and other assorted activities from the dollar store and other dollar bins at stores. We bought various magnetic dolls for cheap and got a handful of new books from the library (my girls are very good with books so I wasn't worried about these being ruined). We also found two new seek and find books at Half Price Books, which the girls love. I also had a few Color Wonder packs stocked up from Easter and Christmas gifts that I loved, the girls could use markers and I didn't have to worry about the ink getting anywhere. Both girls used a clipboard for writing and coloring on. All of these things were in a large tote bag with a backup tote bag in the back of the car to trade out if they got bored. They didn't! They also were allowed to bring a small shoebox with a few figurines or small toys. Those, paired with two new My Little Ponies from one of their Happy Meals, made for some great interactive play between the two big girls. They played with their toys in the boxes and across the seats and used colors and stickers to decorate their boxes too. </div><div><br></div><div>Johnny needed different entertainment. He had two Melissa and Doug interactive boards, one with latches and one with little doors for him to open. This was an activity approved by his OT as well, to keep his litte hands strengthening and moving as we drove. We also had a handful of musical toys for him to play with and several of his favorite books. We are fortunate that Johnny loves books and will flip through them for large spans of time. For the trip, we packed all board books and rotated through them. </div><div><br></div><div>One thing that worked for us was to tidy every time we stopped. All toys and books went back in the tote bags, a quick collection of trash was gathered, and anything that needed to be wiped or emptied was done when we ran into the restroom. It didn't keep our car clean, but it did keep things from becoming overwhelming. Additionally, when we got to Orlando, where we stayed for a week, we removed almost everything from the car. Even though the kids didn't have any time to play with their things while we were in Orlando, it was nice to have the car feel clean and to not have to fight with the toys as we drove to all of our destinations. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxOpnoRGpo9LzFFo1MjBI-ge0ckcbVUGhpXDXnL0EC-B8n232B5S73sWDCLiDg_1mCKQIiybTO3ASxZNSaJSH8qpEorCRThU1GRJOQbFtvbAt8JB6PbuXV4iAoteDtT6K8vO5eEvT8ys/s640/blogger-image-647993058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxOpnoRGpo9LzFFo1MjBI-ge0ckcbVUGhpXDXnL0EC-B8n232B5S73sWDCLiDg_1mCKQIiybTO3ASxZNSaJSH8qpEorCRThU1GRJOQbFtvbAt8JB6PbuXV4iAoteDtT6K8vO5eEvT8ys/s640/blogger-image-647993058.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGpXMcltZbcsFC2CSsWy46oNGsRPGIGDpNDBbF5bPYPTan3jGBaWzqKSn9rZNqCUVWoGZrYAWstzThsSOOFRHZC7o_7Lb5vJJFeu79Gbd1PA499D9_brhldpwhta797duRMm4X-D-aB8/s640/blogger-image-246520549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGpXMcltZbcsFC2CSsWy46oNGsRPGIGDpNDBbF5bPYPTan3jGBaWzqKSn9rZNqCUVWoGZrYAWstzThsSOOFRHZC7o_7Lb5vJJFeu79Gbd1PA499D9_brhldpwhta797duRMm4X-D-aB8/s640/blogger-image-246520549.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Because we would be driving late, we had the kids' Jammies ready to go in the car each of our driving days. Whenever we stopped for dinner, we would make the kids use the restroom, change Johnny's diaper, and switch all three kids over to night clothes. That way they could be more comfortable and the transition to bed was easier when we arrived at each destination. Further, because we stopped overnight in Destin on both legs of the trip, we had a small suitcase that had what each of us needed for just one night. It was much easier to bring one suitcase in instead of three. </div><div><br></div><div>Lastly, yes, we used the DVD player in the car and the iPads for the kids, but not nearly as much as we thought. We made it all the way to New Orleans on the first day with zero technology. By that point we had dinner and didn't mind the kids watching a movie to wind down as they fell asleep. The only day they used technology heavily was the last day, driving back from Destin to Houston. Even then, we made them take breaks from it and they happily played with all of their other items. </div><div><br></div><div>Lastly, if you have a child in diapers, especially one with explosive diaper episodes, be ready. We knew this was a potential problem and had plastic bags, extra clothes, baby wipes, and diapers, ready. What we were glad we also had by chance was Clorox wipes for the seat and buckles (it didn't fix the mess, but made it tolerable until we got to our hotel a couple hours later) and beach towels to lay said child down in the parking lot on. There was no other way we could have addressed all the mess. I wish we had a dry towel to put in the seat as well, but we adapted as best we could! He really needed hose since he had reached into it and spread it all over his body, but after we wipie-d him as best we could, took him into the restroom to wash his arms and face with soapy water as best we could. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7S6DKESq9660RY0BCwIBqv9Jd9alzrst8tE-l5E_t88_tdrCYpAC2DVZ0wtwQ6-8hQrO_dAqtmSgCAyIBbsKfFMCa-aBc0Q524wfc2HAS30hJtiIaXPNLLmX4Zu31uHqU9ROWU_wXCHs/s640/blogger-image--933853159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7S6DKESq9660RY0BCwIBqv9Jd9alzrst8tE-l5E_t88_tdrCYpAC2DVZ0wtwQ6-8hQrO_dAqtmSgCAyIBbsKfFMCa-aBc0Q524wfc2HAS30hJtiIaXPNLLmX4Zu31uHqU9ROWU_wXCHs/s640/blogger-image--933853159.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Any other tips? Any questions? Feel free to let me know!</div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-52864213627344316282015-04-09T18:22:00.001-07:002015-04-09T18:22:40.176-07:00My girlsToday the girls school hosted an early Mother's Day tea in their class. We were invited to the school for playtime, circle time, a cute song, a delightful craft, and a meal with our kids. Matt took the day off so he could take Johnny to therapy and I was happy to devote time to my sweet girls. They delighted in showing me their classroom and introducing their friends. Apparently Keegan has made a great friend with one of the older girls in the class and it was fun to watch them hug and play. At circle time they were tasked with introducing us and telling what their favorite thing to do with mommy was. Keegan shouted out "playing and snuggling" and Mac curled into a ball and refused to answer. I was able to get enthusiastic nods from her in response to "playing basketball and reading". The craft involved making a flower picture with all of our painted handprints and they both loved painting my hand and helping me press it on the paper. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlZ_Gv0TgCiW1du4X26hPSlKPCoXut3JycUEQtJZeImrx4WhoGtDxP5ZILGs9U3Peo_Ik-oRUxjHQxDanT-QtH28PVMpnPwbR06iJbSWz2ojZoY2r_uezK-R6cj6h5fBruuj9hiXshzQ/s640/blogger-image-1895396782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlZ_Gv0TgCiW1du4X26hPSlKPCoXut3JycUEQtJZeImrx4WhoGtDxP5ZILGs9U3Peo_Ik-oRUxjHQxDanT-QtH28PVMpnPwbR06iJbSWz2ojZoY2r_uezK-R6cj6h5fBruuj9hiXshzQ/s640/blogger-image-1895396782.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After, we walked over to the school's culinary class and had a meal served to us!!! It was special to have that time with my girls and they could have given me the same pb&j they gave the girls and I would have been excited to simply sit, have a meal brought to me, and not have to clean up anything! I loved talking with Mac and Keegan about different aspects of their class and spoke a bit with Mac's buddy teacher too. She has been working hard with Mac on reading and writing and I have seen improvement across the board!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">These pictures were taken by each of the girls-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMo9GrdLjIsMb2Zio6PPQQtv58Np10bd7T1AQGZm_AY80nXJVUr2134iAdyeLId_HSKEqsRGyc_xsMmw7RswGT4HaIB-noxLklIUg7_J774LstnkKeXN0RjQBAhqaDAS_ywnexXLJAbM/s640/blogger-image-843925181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMo9GrdLjIsMb2Zio6PPQQtv58Np10bd7T1AQGZm_AY80nXJVUr2134iAdyeLId_HSKEqsRGyc_xsMmw7RswGT4HaIB-noxLklIUg7_J774LstnkKeXN0RjQBAhqaDAS_ywnexXLJAbM/s640/blogger-image-843925181.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPac-tm-qJv0gP3727kZ-zAWtgbIRH69900iY0yp1haWsGVnNCxf0kUzdqNzphMf3NwHbTlwTw7gzEQN4hmrKtvlAvlq4VQlVA3dDJCpNmmyziQSWtW1WGxErpa5mIFt2WoCElTLkM0qc/s640/blogger-image-661102321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPac-tm-qJv0gP3727kZ-zAWtgbIRH69900iY0yp1haWsGVnNCxf0kUzdqNzphMf3NwHbTlwTw7gzEQN4hmrKtvlAvlq4VQlVA3dDJCpNmmyziQSWtW1WGxErpa5mIFt2WoCElTLkM0qc/s640/blogger-image-661102321.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Once that was finished, I went over to the elementary school we are zoned to and registered Mac for school. It made me nervous and sentimental and a little sad, not at her going, but at how quickly the time is passing. Six years ago we were just telling people she was on her way to join our family, relishing in our secret through the first trimester, and now she is ready to go off on her own, car riding to school in the morning and bus riding in the afternoon. It's such an odd place to be, I am anticipating this new step and all of her education years ahead with gladness, she will learn and grow so much, but I cannot believe the last stage, the at home and preschool stage, is coming to an end. I so enjoy spending time with her, I am going to miss her, but she is amazingly well prepared and ready to be in a big girl class in a big girl school! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkJmeBWZpZj6cSSzeR7fFmxtjcsArGQyL-iIRCOmhY6gLlm0mmFPdt2VTRrK8lSieR-n2k0KFAxPlgsb-TUkjcTFy9qCAoLMvlpLpW53Ob5OfSl667saG14mz8456bye78H7HIlHk89M/s640/blogger-image--1426999144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkJmeBWZpZj6cSSzeR7fFmxtjcsArGQyL-iIRCOmhY6gLlm0mmFPdt2VTRrK8lSieR-n2k0KFAxPlgsb-TUkjcTFy9qCAoLMvlpLpW53Ob5OfSl667saG14mz8456bye78H7HIlHk89M/s640/blogger-image--1426999144.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's such a great time to be their Mom. I am lucky to have them and to spend extra time with them or to hear all about their day when we reunite!</div><br></div><br></div><br></div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-31006868110221189822015-04-08T16:01:00.001-07:002015-04-08T16:01:34.899-07:00ParkToday Johnny and I took a nice long walk around a "lake" at a local park, then met friends to play on the playground. There were several kids playing on the structure, running across the bridges, climbing up the stairs and ladders with ease, and going both down and up the numerous slides. Undaunted by the older kids running around, I plopped Johnny down in the mulch, stayed a few steps behind him, and let him explore. He quickly made his way over to the stairs, climbed them with ease, and scootched his way over to the tallest slide on the structure. At the top, I saw his happy grin and waited for him to decide if he wanted to back down or be adventurous and take the slide. It wasn't a difficult decision for him, he wiggled his bum to the edge of the decline and waited for gravity to take over as he leaned his body forward, anticipation crossing his face with a gleeful smile. We did this, and other slides on the structure several times. All the while, big kids ran past him, over him, and a few times, nearly through him. <div><br></div><div>I think it's important, for him to play just as he would if he was walking even if that developmental skill alludes us. It is important for him to get that exercise and to work climbing stairs and crawling over bridges. It is important for him to see that reward of hard work (climbing) being paired with fun (sliding). It is important for him to learn to move out of the way at the end of the slide. It is important for him to learn his limitations in the form of injuries, hopefully minor. It is important for him to get dirty as the sweat from sun and exertion meets dust from mulch and sand. It is important for him to have typical experiences within the realm of his physical limitations. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGInC7iOebPnOEymNUgO0g0OnA1G97ADAZcrRQLN6utry-pNdy3spYBPHlAkxxi2euRZhz0rn-oE5KGBLtKpaNti2k5aT5RprtNA3vT6UVJxh-S7vwkAaM-U6LpdHcEa2bbVAYzxQbBMU/s640/blogger-image-1191936398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGInC7iOebPnOEymNUgO0g0OnA1G97ADAZcrRQLN6utry-pNdy3spYBPHlAkxxi2euRZhz0rn-oE5KGBLtKpaNti2k5aT5RprtNA3vT6UVJxh-S7vwkAaM-U6LpdHcEa2bbVAYzxQbBMU/s640/blogger-image-1191936398.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I think it is important for others to see too. Any other two and a half year old would be out there playing and toddling around, so Johnny is too. Would we let him scootch across the grocery store floor to prove a point that he can still have typical experiences? No. Is it appropriate for him to play with older kids, under supervision, even if he isn't walking? Yes. I think it was also important for people to see that he can do the stairs or the slide, with just a few extra moments of patience. Nobody had to wait long for him to either go or to move to a different part of the playground and if they had, I would have encouraged Johnny to keep moving just as I would have the girls. It is important for others to see that he has fun and delights in the same activities as anyone else. </div><div><br></div><div>I hope for continued growth and experiences with Johnny like this morning. I enjoy watching him grow and to make his own way in the world. We want to encourage that sameness when appropriate and to facilitate assistance when needed. We don't know when or how each experience will happen in his life, but we are thankful to be around for the journey. </div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-53187660149299528522015-04-02T20:49:00.001-07:002015-04-02T20:49:53.014-07:00Rodeo 2015I was hesitant about taking the kids to the livestock show this year. I skipped last year because the year before was so crowded that I was completely unable to enjoy it as I kept counting kids the whole time and I felt like the girls learned nothing because the mob was too large and loud. I wanted to give it another whirl and decided to run down there a few weeks ago on a slightly dreary day. I was hoping the mist and prospect of rain would keep crowds away and was met with a fairly enjoyable experience. <div><br></div><div>We met up with friends for a bit and watched the kids run around the farm they have set up. It's the girls' favorite part and even Johnny got to participate from his stroller, holding out a basket and taking items as directed. Of course, the girls were most excited about the treat the earned at the end and both opted for a fruit roll up. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtN13JW2cFenjTAn0ixHKFQfCfyLZxIgf3a4_R8MgcfQ8-nCvCQtrqTwHw-xgW_oOIOd4t2yZkVGpCZjDts580I9nmZmAOktguFY2lkiYu5PvtxTHiP2BO3DFIT1HcxFM_AZ5qzHOmL1o/s640/blogger-image-817634725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtN13JW2cFenjTAn0ixHKFQfCfyLZxIgf3a4_R8MgcfQ8-nCvCQtrqTwHw-xgW_oOIOd4t2yZkVGpCZjDts580I9nmZmAOktguFY2lkiYu5PvtxTHiP2BO3DFIT1HcxFM_AZ5qzHOmL1o/s640/blogger-image-817634725.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>After, we visited the petting zoo and I think the girls and Johnny could have spent the entire day there. Johnny loved reaching out for the animals, especially the alpaca. The girls quickly found the brushes and chased all the animals around, squealing in delight at each new and smaller animal. I am always surprised at how instinctually they care for animals. They know how to be patient and kind and to wait for the animals to approach them. Keegan did have a little issue with a very hungry deer trying to eat her dress. When I say, eat, I mean had at least a foot of fabric down its throat. I'm glad she wasn't able to see it!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DDI2VclnnZUWYTGEuOLRIOM4EGpGgmK8zANkvKhjkVxaT5HyfHn3IjNrYny5E5H-zD34Pl8vwil0ZdfwTIB4tF2vg3LuVD1hm1VxIPo6DmQRm8T-DXao8VIRCBXe0aaKF0tm0p04_NI/s640/blogger-image--2142673187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DDI2VclnnZUWYTGEuOLRIOM4EGpGgmK8zANkvKhjkVxaT5HyfHn3IjNrYny5E5H-zD34Pl8vwil0ZdfwTIB4tF2vg3LuVD1hm1VxIPo6DmQRm8T-DXao8VIRCBXe0aaKF0tm0p04_NI/s640/blogger-image--2142673187.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplnPIu1VsLDIhPT8p8ZcT5CCYNLOx1kox9HI9Tb0GzTjVPPRPEf8slJUPVFyqnsBdkOgO_k4QjRWMxcrTF-ioMzvP8vl-jcyVlwjykVlu_gspIqwpTmMvfk5QgJ0XwlOczFdnxMxAO3w/s640/blogger-image--2139108926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplnPIu1VsLDIhPT8p8ZcT5CCYNLOx1kox9HI9Tb0GzTjVPPRPEf8slJUPVFyqnsBdkOgO_k4QjRWMxcrTF-ioMzvP8vl-jcyVlwjykVlu_gspIqwpTmMvfk5QgJ0XwlOczFdnxMxAO3w/s640/blogger-image--2139108926.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosR7-39kCchp3mjYFNGGI06RHOYtqMvlyqocCBQ4ONMM0CWGNBXumu92-jTYDt2tfSeMgYdddCGf9w2XCUDtu1ihFkjCvE9ci0oW4iktiFHqDntlHx-sMqCYiGBZKQFTKiUDtD1OyydE/s640/blogger-image--333948668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosR7-39kCchp3mjYFNGGI06RHOYtqMvlyqocCBQ4ONMM0CWGNBXumu92-jTYDt2tfSeMgYdddCGf9w2XCUDtu1ihFkjCvE9ci0oW4iktiFHqDntlHx-sMqCYiGBZKQFTKiUDtD1OyydE/s640/blogger-image--333948668.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>We walked around numerous displays and learned about several different animals. Over and over again the girls exclaimed how excited they were to be there and how it was the best day ever. I'm so glad we enjoyed our time and braving the hassle was definitely worth it. Those three kids make it worth it all the time!</div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-20665723317144348242015-03-30T19:24:00.000-07:002015-03-30T19:24:05.824-07:00Reset RantTotally broke my New Year's Resolution. In a big way. And it avalanched and flooded and had a hurricane hit it with procrastination, guilt, and general life busy-ness. And I am not saying that we are more busy than others (although we keep ourselves VERY occupied). And I am not saying that I haven't had time here and there to keep up with writing. In fact, I am excited about a lot of things going on and want to record it all. So I am hitting the reset button. I am not sure what that means with regularly keeping up here. Sometimes I may write several times a day, other times, I may need a little break or extra day, or two, or three, to mull over or research topics that are important for me. But I am giving myself a break and getting back into it here. And while I am at it, I am re-committing to this being a record for myself and my family. What we do, what we think, what we want to remember is the purpose of this blog. We make it public to provide connections and possible communication with others, but "this space" is for us. It's important to me to have some record of what we are doing and it is a benefit that other's may get a glimpse into our lives too.
So...
Resetting...
Now.Ashley Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07682496624748257207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-90685658492458296852015-02-08T19:37:00.001-08:002015-02-08T19:37:24.088-08:00DreamingBefore I had kids, I thought I would dream about them all the time. I thought they would hold such a place in my heart that even in sleep I would weave intricate stories and scenarios for them. I imagined rich dreams of fairy tale lives full of Olympic gold, names in bright lights, and exotic travels around the world. <div><br></div><div>I do dream about my kids, but in a different way than I expected. Often I am trying to protect them, tornadoes are common and there is the odd running from the kidnapper situations as well. I also dream of another little girl, but that's another story for another day. </div><div><br></div><div>A new reoccurring dream is one of the best dreams I have ever had. It's a dream that has deep colors and is sharp in clarity. It's a dream that gives me such emotion and happiness, that I can feel myself smiling in my sleep. It's a dream where I can hear my own laughter and sense the glee in my voice. Each time I have this dream, I raise my hands and think to myself, "Finally, it has happened!" It's the dream where Johnny stands up and walks. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WxBkQ6kAuJBocEsoJYkyQYEpWfG6XkoALBle0gOmBRaWMeNzczMgqQbk7vKmZziFfUG83R9aMdpvg2V9cfNRFaYPa5q2DCtMuVf-tfvKa59FTN_gTszE_e1n9zzzGJEwMQOfG379I1g/s640/blogger-image--234145487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WxBkQ6kAuJBocEsoJYkyQYEpWfG6XkoALBle0gOmBRaWMeNzczMgqQbk7vKmZziFfUG83R9aMdpvg2V9cfNRFaYPa5q2DCtMuVf-tfvKa59FTN_gTszE_e1n9zzzGJEwMQOfG379I1g/s640/blogger-image--234145487.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>It's not that I covet the day he will walk, I know it will happen at some point and I am so pleased with his overall progress. I do, however, anticipate that day. I look forward to it and imagine how different he will look upright instead of scootching on the ground. I think about how happy we will all be to see his hard work pay off and I cannot wait to see the smile on his face as he toddles towards his desired destination for the first time. It's a fantastic dream. As soon as I wake up and realize it hasn't happened yet, I take time to revel in that space, where a dream lingers into reality. I know, without a doubt, that even this best dream cannot measure up to how extraordinarily special that day will be. </div><div><br></div><div>As I poured over these thoughts this morning after waking from a "Johnny Walked!" dream, I wondered if my anticipation mirrored God's anticipation when He waits for us to walk with Him. I wondered if He sits, watching us struggle, seeing our progress, all the while looking forward to that day that He knows we will follow His footsteps. He loves each of His children even more than I love my son, and Johnny's physical footsteps are of little importance when compared to the spiritual footsteps God wishes us to take. And if God knows each day of our lives, which I believe He does, does He look forward to our journey turning to Him, just as I dream about my son's paths and how they will be travelled?</div><div><br></div><div>The anticipation is a nice place to be. Especially if I am in good company with Him while He waits as well. </div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-60462039853825251592015-01-31T20:41:00.001-08:002015-01-31T20:41:03.277-08:00JuxtapositionThursday was a day steeped in Tiny Blessings Ministry. I had woken up early and finished two more hats to add to our stash for Methodist Willowbrook. I prayed for twins, a boy and a girl, fighting to grow strong in the Antepartum wing of the hospital, willing them to grow so they could have a twin set of hats delivered with our other items.<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> I had painstakingly sewn on buttons to gowns and hats that would be the only item ever worn by the babies they were made for. It is tedious to put on those details, but we try to add them when we have the chance, showing love for the few moments their families will ever spend with them here. I looked forward to seeing an old friend, blossoming in the last days of her second pregnancy, happy for her to have the chance to take our gowns to serve more families. I reflected on all these great, ministry focused moments as I sat on the floor of the gym, watching Mac play basketball and busily working on a blanket. Methodist has asked us for more blankets to bless their families and I wanted to get to work at once, using one of my favorite yarns. </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipB_jWmqRk6p06-hYMEKSKasuJ03WZj_G-e3rcaWPQLOSgkxcVSVV_8Q869LCfVQdA88lZgJsYEWzxZO9fy53L5n7SDxjKAQ6EaKYkcBG9QEIuKd6-cBgOx-q9Ed1xor8OKCrvrCKB1eI/s640/blogger-image--812773225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipB_jWmqRk6p06-hYMEKSKasuJ03WZj_G-e3rcaWPQLOSgkxcVSVV_8Q869LCfVQdA88lZgJsYEWzxZO9fy53L5n7SDxjKAQ6EaKYkcBG9QEIuKd6-cBgOx-q9Ed1xor8OKCrvrCKB1eI/s640/blogger-image--812773225.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As I worked, I received a text from a friend. She counsels at a faith based pregnancy center and was just made aware of a couple who had come in for counseling. The couple was pregnant for the third time and was leaning toward having their third termination. My friend urged us to prayer as they headed back to the ultrasound room and that is where their story, as far as we are concerned, ends. I doubt there will be more information that we are able to have, more than likely, the information we have toes the line of what is allowed and what isn't. Regardless, my heart breaks in this instance. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As I immediately began to pray, asking for this couple to see God's own handprint on their child, for them to see the life bestowed upon them, I glanced down at the blanket quickly taking shape in my lap. My already broken heart sunk even further. All day I had spent time ministering to families willing their children to live. I had prayed for families that would only know their child as a medical concern and hesitatingly counted the weeks of pregnancy knowing their time with their child would end as soon as labor began. I had carefully made sure that all items were stored and paired together, showing care and concern for the last gift these children and their families would receive. I had prayed for the hearts of the families, friends, and medical staff who lovingly usher these children into their arms and back out again far too soon. Any one of these families would be honored and ecstatic to welcome this cast out child into their lives. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How could I be busily praying for children who would pass away because of God's plan in one moment and be trying to pray for a child who would pass away because of man's plan in the next?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In "Mom World", when mom's miscarry and then get pregnant again, they are often referred to as "rainbow babies", in reference to rainbows coming after a storm. I often think of babies that are miscarried or who pass away when I see rainbow items. I now add the babies who lose their lives to the abortion industry in our country and around the world. The irony that I was making a blanket that naturally lends itself to a rainbow pattern wasn't lost on me. I pray that this couple chose a different route for the third gift they were given and that more couples and moms, seeking to end life, will make different choices in the coming years. As we pray for these decisions to change, we ask for loving support and care for moms in difficult circumstances and encourage you to find a local, faith based pregnancy center that can give guidance in these situations. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." -Matthew 19:14</div><br></span></div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-51072681648212604742015-01-29T19:06:00.001-08:002015-01-29T19:06:34.998-08:00Tiny Blessings Valentine's EventThis past Tuesday we had a small ministry gathering at my home to promote Tiny Blessings and simply enjoy fellowship with crochet-ers and non yarn aholics alike. We have been bestowed with even more great women joining us and pledging to make items for the numerous places we serve and it's wonderful to see so many details falling into place. The three of us "founders" that were present had a great time talking to our friends and compatriots that were there and wished we could have seen everyone that encourages us, supports us, and helps us along our way. I was also able to gather several donations in the days preceding the event and am busy sorting all the donations between the ministry opportunities we have. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF1IiCO_kAG6wAhyphenhyphenUwGeVB1VNuKu3aloz5cSWNXwq0HxMa-ZJxEtGjack3KQ2BDhkdoeKiouqVfMni6IdnM3BgjWmw6jerfKoakzR6XoYKAaOLm-j9lQmL-STRdGaWqwvbNhKVQ80vpQM/s640/blogger-image--1127237384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF1IiCO_kAG6wAhyphenhyphenUwGeVB1VNuKu3aloz5cSWNXwq0HxMa-ZJxEtGjack3KQ2BDhkdoeKiouqVfMni6IdnM3BgjWmw6jerfKoakzR6XoYKAaOLm-j9lQmL-STRdGaWqwvbNhKVQ80vpQM/s640/blogger-image--1127237384.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGPq3UL0jKqqmyVHBlpQJQQNqLwA0MRLvsjauiWkQNfWfyUvQUDavOLTGdRCMWaz2KBH-FYpsmh0fNWCiph6dI6z3bHUDlXkwhVFMXDdRTsyWLfhpL3GNNv7P1V9hmxo5yWQJtXa4Txg/s640/blogger-image-1667797348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGPq3UL0jKqqmyVHBlpQJQQNqLwA0MRLvsjauiWkQNfWfyUvQUDavOLTGdRCMWaz2KBH-FYpsmh0fNWCiph6dI6z3bHUDlXkwhVFMXDdRTsyWLfhpL3GNNv7P1V9hmxo5yWQJtXa4Txg/s640/blogger-image-1667797348.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBONQty7j3ZUUuU26_JYw2-WLTq4i_tKjXUx3zzlC0tCHlFY7hMG6L0TxBdAPjfQCvuWSZsrQq9RCevrzXSt_9mb2HOEDF_7NTHy3G0Z_xHSKQnOZmBRQEG-I_1LTlqlVmzrBVB6VgmE4/s640/blogger-image--134254278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBONQty7j3ZUUuU26_JYw2-WLTq4i_tKjXUx3zzlC0tCHlFY7hMG6L0TxBdAPjfQCvuWSZsrQq9RCevrzXSt_9mb2HOEDF_7NTHy3G0Z_xHSKQnOZmBRQEG-I_1LTlqlVmzrBVB6VgmE4/s640/blogger-image--134254278.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hc2Qmw3WSY0Cv0j6YTW9cZIN8V-U_Wiazs0f2pUMwjEjrW-MZbErXvYX231sPz4iMZ27-Mf3ack1rW6anKqTICVC7Dmhvg80MEgEPyQK_eqyusC6J3S5ItOn_FHdy2_ycQu6fYoL6k8/s640/blogger-image-1467047311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hc2Qmw3WSY0Cv0j6YTW9cZIN8V-U_Wiazs0f2pUMwjEjrW-MZbErXvYX231sPz4iMZ27-Mf3ack1rW6anKqTICVC7Dmhvg80MEgEPyQK_eqyusC6J3S5ItOn_FHdy2_ycQu6fYoL6k8/s640/blogger-image-1467047311.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This morning I took some of those items to Methodist Willowbrook for them to sort through for distribution of Valentine's hats. I also grabbed a few blankets for them because they are always in need of blankets for babies in the NICU and for their bereavement donations. We were able to give 26 hats and 4 blankets today and will have more ready to go by the end of February, that was just the Valentine's hats!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpuwm-gQwE8Q72eZtdqw8gTCn9f38bqffL1C25m_5Uid5zHN1fKzLx89dSTSfjcduEoj8IdHq_mLJl81o5kUk_mF4aRxxZ8fjDzdWT4JRCvCkYSbs4gHjNlC7N_3C0KBf9cKJlnuvEq4/s640/blogger-image--569384844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpuwm-gQwE8Q72eZtdqw8gTCn9f38bqffL1C25m_5Uid5zHN1fKzLx89dSTSfjcduEoj8IdHq_mLJl81o5kUk_mF4aRxxZ8fjDzdWT4JRCvCkYSbs4gHjNlC7N_3C0KBf9cKJlnuvEq4/s640/blogger-image--569384844.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lastly, tonight, I took 13 gown and hat sets to a friend from high school for the hospital she works at. While they frequently get larger items, they were in desperate need for smaller gowns to give to the families they serve. We are hoping to at least fulfill this need for their hospital as we expand and move forward. It's a wonderful connection to have and it was so nice to see an old friend (who is almost due with a baby girl)!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgilzd9igSjW8WYa6FbndhzHCrEBYWUyKu9-AOR0M6itTGPR2LqUbtGWMtgvoSKfe-gBVUlXI-Aq8B5kTZQjIGa1R9Y3edmo_XfroI1kZh30m8nPYRNXjtiLzBoVg_Erh2Zk0ppSuAKHwI/s640/blogger-image--825830939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgilzd9igSjW8WYa6FbndhzHCrEBYWUyKu9-AOR0M6itTGPR2LqUbtGWMtgvoSKfe-gBVUlXI-Aq8B5kTZQjIGa1R9Y3edmo_XfroI1kZh30m8nPYRNXjtiLzBoVg_Erh2Zk0ppSuAKHwI/s640/blogger-image--825830939.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lastly, a few prayer requests-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">First, that our ministry would continue to be God led and servant minded so we can be where He wants us as we work and serve. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Second, that our ministry continues to grow and multiply. That more commitments are made to help us and that we are able to connect with CyFair Hospital to see what their needs may be. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lastly, one of our servicemen that we made a hat in honor of last year is nearing the end of his third deployment in Operation Enduring Freedom. Please pray for his safety in these last few days, for strength for his family, and some pure rest when he gets home. Prayers and thanks for all of our men and women who serve in our armed forces. </div></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-68786214212017245252015-01-27T20:59:00.001-08:002015-01-27T20:59:19.184-08:00Old haircutI was going through old pictures and came upon these. Not super great quality but that is what happens when you take an iPhone picture of a disposable film picture!<div><br></div><div>The first time I cut my hair to donate. I woke up one Sunday and decided it was time to chop it off. We went that afternoon and everyone in the little hair cutting place (what would you call a little local place like TGF?) watched as they put my hair in a pony tail and chopped 14" away. It felt amazing to have the weight off and I immediately loved my decision. Friends were shocked, but it made me happy to give that first batch away. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6LGMzpPDAhu2WnlrB4yi-jOlinN9HPvGn3U0H4bJbJ3LVwTis9NPqt1fgZycsSGHTZlmhMHym0a0kUQdcLEwGWYA8GAkDjg0DGhrEj_eBif-GO4xPsZ3WIQBE2jvAoSsqhWnJJ8yPmVw/s640/blogger-image-94500131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6LGMzpPDAhu2WnlrB4yi-jOlinN9HPvGn3U0H4bJbJ3LVwTis9NPqt1fgZycsSGHTZlmhMHym0a0kUQdcLEwGWYA8GAkDjg0DGhrEj_eBif-GO4xPsZ3WIQBE2jvAoSsqhWnJJ8yPmVw/s640/blogger-image-94500131.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">September 2000 for reference</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimALUARPPlM5krrJx3-lzNM44ZfMGsP8C9TVtGN1blnP9-Ki_JxCZ_XYlStB5HSjvtA_jF84IIxUK-QrbhWXxtBCWYcOYK2VovomcgmABEOZWLwRk9hhslGuDKdG3xKPkMVk6DCLaPM1Y/s640/blogger-image--710507460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimALUARPPlM5krrJx3-lzNM44ZfMGsP8C9TVtGN1blnP9-Ki_JxCZ_XYlStB5HSjvtA_jF84IIxUK-QrbhWXxtBCWYcOYK2VovomcgmABEOZWLwRk9hhslGuDKdG3xKPkMVk6DCLaPM1Y/s640/blogger-image--710507460.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">January 2000 just after I cut it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Gig'em!</div><br></div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-73474999147116904832015-01-26T21:45:00.001-08:002015-01-26T21:45:13.228-08:00Embracing Glitter<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Our girls love princesses. They love dress up. They love pink. They love barbies. They love pixies and ponies. They love dresses and skirts, especially ones that twirl. They get excited to get new shoes. They nurture and care for their beloved stuffed animals. I just wrote an entire post about one of them being attached to the man of her dreams. Everything the girls touch has glitter in it. </span></div><div><br></div><div>You cannot fight the glitter, it's impossible. It's on shirts, dresses, shoes, purses, bags, cards, toys, dvd cases, the list goes on and on. Our lives became easier when, instead of cursing the glitter, we embraced it. It makes them happy and it's fairly easy to sweep. </div><div><br></div><div>We have girly girls. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfingUnBgCNSsZnrV1N2ttunK7neiqClJL0th5IylUp09txLrXg1pppJsIrQ63iLQAFnvY0MNOxnmBF_qtTZLArKwxSS70M2CG-tOlXFZ0TNha3Kf4kI2OYsQspCGmsV0DlRcVoPaVZtc/s640/blogger-image--550305415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfingUnBgCNSsZnrV1N2ttunK7neiqClJL0th5IylUp09txLrXg1pppJsIrQ63iLQAFnvY0MNOxnmBF_qtTZLArKwxSS70M2CG-tOlXFZ0TNha3Kf4kI2OYsQspCGmsV0DlRcVoPaVZtc/s640/blogger-image--550305415.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>However, we also have smart, inquisitive, adventurous, active, and well rounded girls. They love the stereotypical pink side of themselves, but being scared, playing hide and go seek, and taking on any boy that tries to get in their territory. Matt has been waiting, patiently for the day he could introduce his girly girls to this. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZmg-DD6mTeGsCZ8MQPdqpJpve3S4uldishwQT4brV_qaEu1A1_92NUQzYI2oj2v3xibP8517z-Pr1CmqKtYqEQ7YIqQM_P9ugMG2JZQgfzyDD42uXCBFw3ZCbvuG06uJS67w7VlZfpw/s640/blogger-image-288346224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZmg-DD6mTeGsCZ8MQPdqpJpve3S4uldishwQT4brV_qaEu1A1_92NUQzYI2oj2v3xibP8517z-Pr1CmqKtYqEQ7YIqQM_P9ugMG2JZQgfzyDD42uXCBFw3ZCbvuG06uJS67w7VlZfpw/s640/blogger-image-288346224.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A blanket on the ground, Legos poured around, and three imaginations running wild. Mac is an amazing engineer, crafting ships with intricate landing gear, and funny details that you wouldn't think a five year old girl or boy would know about. Keegan is a builder, looking for patterns and absorbing the time with two of her favorite people. They happily listen to Matt put together sets and he patiently encourages them to build something new for themselves. If I had known the Legos were going to be so great for all of them, I would have bought them years ago. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm glad for my girls having a good balance. We encourage that it both of them. I was quite happy today when Keegan picked out Doc McStuffins and Palace Pet Valentines and Mac picked out Star Wars. I'll take them however I can get them and whatever stage they are in. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Another happy thought, while neither valentine set had glitter, there is always room for glitter stickers and markers when decorating their valentines box!</div><br></div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-60696721868306349832015-01-26T11:01:00.001-08:002015-01-26T11:01:09.641-08:00ListeningOne of my daughters has a huge crush on a boy we know from church. Huge. Talks about him constantly and, to be fair, they do seem to be good friends who enjoy each other's company. She has their lives planned out and is just waiting to be old enough to get married. It's adorable and while we don't encourage it too much, she does say some pretty profound things about why she likes him and wants to spend time with him. <div><br></div><div>Problem is, she talks about him all the time. All. The. Time. Understandably, we get tired of it and want to hear her talk about something else from time to time. The other day we were in the car and the talk about the boy started. In my frustration I told her I needed a break from hearing about the boy. That I wanted her to talk about anything else and to stop telling me about him. </div><div><br></div><div>She complied and remained silent. </div><div><br></div><div>Immediately I regretted what I told her. Yes, it's more than likely a little crush. Yes, it will probably fade away and make room for someone else before long. Yes, it is tiring to hear her talk more about this boy than most any topic. </div><div><br></div><div>But there will come a time when I am desperate for all three of my kids to tell me about their crush. When I beg to hear them tell me the name of the person who has caught their eye. When I want to know why they are attracted to them and how they want to spend time with them. When they hesitate to tell me anything about who they like and why. Why was I setting a precedence today that I didn't want to hear something that was so exciting and meaningful for them. What else was I going to do as we drove? And worse, was I teaching them to remain quiet about this stuff because it may bother mommy?</div><div><br></div><div>I apologized to my sweet girl and told her I was so happy for her that this boy meant so much to her. I told her that I would love to hear more about him and asked if she could tell me what she was saying again. Her face lit up in the rear view mirror and I knew it was worth hearing about him again. </div><div><br></div><div>I hope I remember this lesson in the years to come. Most of all, I hope they remember the time mommy apologized and reaffirmed how much she wanted to hear about something important to them. It's important now, and will be more important then. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhMAGa9MtCvETSsPn7hzLHnbh_b71meOIT6sHPucpCJHNpuc5VWYJdzjxh_cF95K0BG5On_PoHzGjLllppWVpOJ91twYvr0cNUr-rh4bcVGXEYnxlnMDovNd5ChNndoA2zF6_VBX-vj0/s640/blogger-image-2032820449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhMAGa9MtCvETSsPn7hzLHnbh_b71meOIT6sHPucpCJHNpuc5VWYJdzjxh_cF95K0BG5On_PoHzGjLllppWVpOJ91twYvr0cNUr-rh4bcVGXEYnxlnMDovNd5ChNndoA2zF6_VBX-vj0/s640/blogger-image-2032820449.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-79552839241475221872015-01-23T20:34:00.001-08:002015-01-23T20:34:59.720-08:00CrustMatt had a meeting for lunch at a Greek restaurant we both like so he bought extra food to go, rented a couple of movies, and we had a nice dinner upstairs. We were both disappointed when, after looking at the goodies he brought home, we discovered that there was no flat bread or pita bread. I thought I might make a quick batch of flat bread (pizza crust sans toppings) and see how it goes. We could always run to the store if we needed to. <div><br></div><div>The recipe was fairly easy and decently good, even if it does come from the kitchen of my arch nemesis, Bobby Flay. It had no ancho chiles in it though, so it's completely out of character for the leprechaun from the food network. I made the chewy version and it will be a great pizza crust one day, specifically a real rustic pizza with a hodgepodge of foodie toppings and fresh herbs pretentiously sprinkled on top. It wasn't the best flatbread, but it beat getting out in the cold rain! </div><div><br></div><div>I baked it on a pizza stone covered with cornmeal at 500 for about 10-12 minutes. Because it was "naked" I could easily check it for doneness. If it had toppings, I would wait until the cheese was melted and the crust was a light golden brown. It's a nice recipe to have on hand because you can keep the ingredients easily and it only takes an hour to rise. I can see adding these ingredients to our "always have in the pantry and fridge" list so we can make pizza if all other plans fall through. </div><div><br></div><div>http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/bobby-flay/pizza-dough-recipe.html</div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-27250960036877762742015-01-22T18:59:00.001-08:002015-01-22T18:59:41.111-08:00Dear New MomI have been wanting to write a letter like this for some time. I know there are several floating around cyberspace, a letter from a "seasoned" mom of a kid with Down syndrome to a new mom. But this is my take. <div><br></div><div>Dear New Mom,</div><div><br></div><div>Congratulations on your pregnancy! That little life inside you is a blessing that is handcrafted and given to you. I hope he or she isn't giving you too much sickness or tiredness as you pass through each week. Even if you have other children, I'm referring to you as "New Mom" because you are. You are about to be a new mom in ways you never thought you would be and that you most certainly never thought you could be. </div><div><br></div><div>If you are preparing for prenatal testing or if you already have your results, I know you may feel unsettled. I know this isn't what you had planned. I know that you are probably feeling more than you can say. If you are like me, your first thoughts are probably along the lines of, "No! It couldn't possibly happen to me. There must be a mistake." I think those feelings will soon make way for new feelings. As much as I wanted to reject the diagnosis of Down syndrome for our Baby Raptor almost three years ago, I knew that <i>our baby </i>wasn't a mistake. And I knew how much I loved the sweet life growing inside of me. I'm not going to tell you that you can't be sad or frustrated or scared. In fact, I would encourage you to feel that way. Those feelings are natural and important to acknowledge as you move through this process. I was scared out of my mind. There are still some days that I am scared, but they are few and far between. </div><div><br></div><div>It's ok to be afraid to say the word Down syndrome. It took months for me to say it, as if saying the words made it worse. I sometimes had this mental image of a huge sign being plastered over my head that said "Down syndrome baby" flashing in big lights. It felt like everyone, even strangers, knew. They didn't, obviously, it's simply hard to wrap your mind around. Your baby with Ds is the same whether you say the diagnosis or not. The reason it's hard to say is because of the stigma society has placed on the label. Down syndrome is an important label to know. It helps prepare you for some expectations and health issues you need to keep an eye on. It can help you get into hard to see doctors and to get prime appointment times. Having the label means access to therapies and resources that other parents have to fight for. It is a label for your baby, but it's not the only label. Take your time getting used to saying it, you will have a lifetime of opportunity to use those words. Your baby doesn't know that he or she has Down syndrome, they are ok if it takes you some time to get comfortable saying it. </div><div><br></div><div>I wish I had sought out support from people ahead of me on the journey to see how normal and wonderful life can be. Again, I was scared. I did have a friend that had a baby boy with Down syndrome a couple of months before me and I will tell you, holding her son was the most therapeutic activity I could have done. Holding him was the last piece of the puzzle I needed before welcoming my own sweet boy into this world. He was a baby, he smelled good, he lay relaxed in my arms, he sighed with contentment. He was a baby, with just a few extra needs to pay attention to. And really, that's what I frequently say, special needs, more often than not, simply means extra needs. If you feel ready, find someone you can talk to and experience this journey with. It may be online, or one on one, or a large group, as long as it's someone. In the mean time, let me assure you that our life is very similar to how our life would be without Johnny's extra chromosome. Yes, we have lots of appointments and are very deliberate to do therapy in certain ways with him when playing. But we also spend a lot of time going on normal family outings, playing with cars, reading books, and keeping Johnny out of the toilet/fireplace/stairway/under sink cabinet. There are many days I am more worried about Johnny's xy chromosomes more than his triplicate 21st. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2v9fZhriliDiH8duO2SF1U5p_sRSjffrVdkdKt5luLtR5MPfZcXzYHFxDumK4YGLqOoZeS1_274q-d9O5s6UTGsSe_V9_VxhpawcIGBsSHNs9R1VXWzRrxw4ktlnpxihZvmTvG2AAXg/s640/blogger-image--742917694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2v9fZhriliDiH8duO2SF1U5p_sRSjffrVdkdKt5luLtR5MPfZcXzYHFxDumK4YGLqOoZeS1_274q-d9O5s6UTGsSe_V9_VxhpawcIGBsSHNs9R1VXWzRrxw4ktlnpxihZvmTvG2AAXg/s640/blogger-image--742917694.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>The information and health issues can be devastating and overwhelming. Take it as you need it. Monitor what you can in the womb and don't worry about thyroid issues just yet. Make sure the heart and bowels look good on ultrasounds and don't stress over the neck X-ray you need at the age of five. All of the extra needs won't pile on you at once. Sometimes there are many to address together, but they usually come in batches and you get better at it as you practice. You will figure out what works best for you and your family as far as managing needs, appointments, and therapy. You will see people with Down syndrome everywhere now and wonder if they were always there and how you missed them before. More people will stop and talk to you about your child, thankfully, it's usually positive even if it is often misguided (no, my child is not happy all the time!). People will forward you this letter and dozens of others like it, or articles, or news stories, or cute pictures and you will love them for it. Because it's their way of affirming that they are still on your team and they adore your kid (and you) just as much as anyone else! </div><div><br></div><div>Your life is already different. I wish I could tell you how amazing it will be if you let it. My son has made our family better. We appreciate all of our children more because of who they are, rather than who we wanted them to be. We are usually kinder and more patient with strangers, even when we don't always want to be. We sit and laugh more because it's fun to make Johnny laugh, and that's not saying that he is happy all the time (lies people will tell you), but when he is happy, it's infectious. He snuggles with the people he loves more and makes them feel whole and complete with his contentedness. He has introduced our family to new friends, new information, and a new world that we had ignored before. He has made us closer to the people who support us and brings us closer to him each day. There are times that life is hard. Johnny isn't walking yet at 26 months old. He has some minor health issues that need working out. He doesn't do puzzles or say his own name. But there are so many other things he can do that make the delays ok. I'm pretty sure he told me "I love you" today. What more could I want from my son?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGN4-YtAMp9S2hyphenhyphenIAFXlD0nyPYWrfPejg5IlUG1MmwkDXnD8kiwNAbY45gNmFe1WwOgNi_bDZnQH61PsuKIIEeX8X_9kOiIX2ERhNY1vSjNQGvhxZr0Ufw0GIruoZ_C_XGvRSs_nGdFA/s640/blogger-image--600419146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGN4-YtAMp9S2hyphenhyphenIAFXlD0nyPYWrfPejg5IlUG1MmwkDXnD8kiwNAbY45gNmFe1WwOgNi_bDZnQH61PsuKIIEeX8X_9kOiIX2ERhNY1vSjNQGvhxZr0Ufw0GIruoZ_C_XGvRSs_nGdFA/s640/blogger-image--600419146.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>New mom, you are going to be ok. One day, you are going to be fine. Then good. Then great. I promise. I know that you cannot understand this right now, but it's going to be amazing and you will look back on your life before your new baby and wonder how you never knew how good life could be. In spite of all the difficulties and hardships, you will still pick your life today. You may have never imagined this life for you before, but in time, you would never have it any other way. Even when you are scared or frustrated or mad, even when you wonder if your child will ever walk, or how many more doctors you will need to see, or if there is anything you are missing to help your kid, your love will expand to take all the hardship in. </div><div><br></div><div>It's a new life and a new world. There is no turning back and not everyone gets to see life the way we do. I feel honored to be raising my son and I cannot thank God enough for giving him to us. </div><div><br></div><div>With love and admiration,</div><div>An Old Mom</div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-18627591752972034192015-01-21T21:38:00.001-08:002015-01-21T21:38:38.752-08:00Perfect FitIn addition to my work with VBS every year and coordinating the 9:30 hour of nursery at church, I have been working on a ministry team at church that has a two fold mission. The first is to hold a seminar on a regular basis to help participants discover what their "SHAPE" is. Shape stands for spiritual gift, heart, abilities, passion, and experiences. The second is to hopefully place participants in a ministry at church. <div><br></div><div>The work I have done with this team has been fascinating, largely because I have been so blessed to be placed in ministries that I find nourishing as I serve. That's our sincere hope for SHAPE and what our desired outcome is. That members and regular attendees of our church are placed in a ministry that really speaks to them. </div><div><br></div><div>I have been thinking a lot about serving the church, why people do it and why they don't. It's challenging because I see so many people shy away from service. It's not in my nature to do so, thus it's difficult to understand why others are seemingly at ease with turning calls for help down. </div><div><br></div><div>In reflecting on the work I do at church in addition to how busy Tiny Blessings has been, I wonder why I am so busy serving right now. I began to think about Jesus just before The Sermon in the Mount. He headed up the mountain for retreat and rest, but was unable to have the respite he desired. The crowds followed him and clamored for his service to them. And he produced. </div><div><br></div><div>I can't compel others to serve even when offers have been made. But I can work to try and model my devotion to service after the best example there is. Of course, knowing that I will follow short is a little sad, but that's why Jesus is there to bridge the gap, right?</div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476640059260712893.post-70606153207419786292015-01-21T06:27:00.001-08:002015-01-21T06:27:38.271-08:00Saving MoneyWe need to be more consistent about it, but we have been working with the girls on earning money for certain chores and saving that money for something they want to do or purchase. In the past, they saved money for dress up dresses, this summer they saved up money to go to Chuck E Cheese. They had been for a birthday party last year and had been begging to go back. The only way I would concede was if they saved money to play games then we would go out to eat elsewhere after. They worked hard to save ten dollars and were excited to go this fall. <div><br></div><div>It was fun to watch them choose the games they wanted to play. Growing up I was strategic on picking games that would afford me the most tickets. The girls played for pure enjoyment. They rode rides, played games just for fun, and earned a fair number of tickets too. It was so nice to see them enjoy the money they had saved. After, we went to BJs for some real pizza!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA90flGn1tMZAdQ6rGIHchfr-a4lAH8sHg8E9cNt1cwoUdSv9YKzQmQYLp7JtOmcvLTyWzS6-tq1MKTRNy6uV300C8g8rWGzEufHrM67XAUIbmfWejXTcnxvmDQFoEUdNMY0znvolcKJg/s640/blogger-image--794114966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA90flGn1tMZAdQ6rGIHchfr-a4lAH8sHg8E9cNt1cwoUdSv9YKzQmQYLp7JtOmcvLTyWzS6-tq1MKTRNy6uV300C8g8rWGzEufHrM67XAUIbmfWejXTcnxvmDQFoEUdNMY0znvolcKJg/s640/blogger-image--794114966.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0RvnVHMto6IqIvmT002igk4FM0nGFPgcd62AYhW7Y2Q8rrZyYOyis_7YRgHUNVqpVNaGgtXGCO7OCteQANSPVgKM_9dlZe8wU2R9X0GG-6yU8W_ZoEvzlRmC1ynO080BgvOF6DvUspzs/s640/blogger-image--1246994785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0RvnVHMto6IqIvmT002igk4FM0nGFPgcd62AYhW7Y2Q8rrZyYOyis_7YRgHUNVqpVNaGgtXGCO7OCteQANSPVgKM_9dlZe8wU2R9X0GG-6yU8W_ZoEvzlRmC1ynO080BgvOF6DvUspzs/s640/blogger-image--1246994785.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsHwvt_QjirscvSFVp_rq0v2TLcqSPJVng88KM6AYZWkBv_o45fsnx-enbrezj7UWGjJCJOpNmjsjkpGIjNjEt7b6NDZtP03EsZ_xPBGNOlUCdSmTyfzE5M-yXLwT2yR7bqvt7aYeZOE/s640/blogger-image-1078060739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsHwvt_QjirscvSFVp_rq0v2TLcqSPJVng88KM6AYZWkBv_o45fsnx-enbrezj7UWGjJCJOpNmjsjkpGIjNjEt7b6NDZtP03EsZ_xPBGNOlUCdSmTyfzE5M-yXLwT2yR7bqvt7aYeZOE/s640/blogger-image-1078060739.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPOewgzTy67JzlVRFR402ET0dICDYQnQ_zkd6K_wDU5ewDClXUvMfNyD_7SJR8iUaxQxN0Xy1EURXLup3cjWy9jd3CbcTisZ6St5g-Wled3maOM-YGSLBCi-EcuIrEg9GDLNtIrWO0D4/s640/blogger-image-1168280809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPOewgzTy67JzlVRFR402ET0dICDYQnQ_zkd6K_wDU5ewDClXUvMfNyD_7SJR8iUaxQxN0Xy1EURXLup3cjWy9jd3CbcTisZ6St5g-Wled3maOM-YGSLBCi-EcuIrEg9GDLNtIrWO0D4/s640/blogger-image-1168280809.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">They are saving money again, but I'm not sure if it's for another trip to Chuck E Cheese or if it's for something different this time. Mac is somewhat convinced she can save up for a Blue Macaw, which is actually more attainable than what Keegan wants to get...a unicorn. </span></div>The Howardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205777081599938937noreply@blogger.com0