Wordless Wednesday

Baby's Day Out

I just had a birthday, so went out to lunch to celebrate.  Sydney had been with us to restaurants before but we kept her in the stroller the other times. This time we were brave enough to let her sit on a booster on the seat. She did pretty well and even did some colouring

She eventually threw that crayon into our pitcher of Sangria but we drank it just the same. They don't make those bad boys non toxic for nuthin!

They were having a car show right outside of the restaurant so my husband, who fancies himself a car enthusiast wanted to see it all. Never mind that I would ask him the make of a car and his standard response was, "Uhh..Ferrari??"

Sydney chillaxed while we took it all in

If you pretend her hair isn't lopsided, I will too. 

B would like me to let you all know that he would like this:

It's cheap too

He didn't want to be greedy and ask for this:

This shot is for my girlfriends. I'd never seen one before and suddenly I come across a dozen in one place.

This is a Bugatti. While I was taking this picture I overheard an elderly gentleman say that he could add the cost of every car he's owned in his life and he could only buy the door of this car. Naturally I looked it up. They're only 3,000,000 USD and only 150 are made every year. Crazy.

The End. 

A letter from a father to his daughter

My friend Janis, shared this link with me today. I am just blown away by the things this man wrote and can relate to so, so much of it. I read most of it thinking, "Does he live inside my head?" Then there were the tears. A crier, I am not but this was the most touching thing I have read in a long time and obviously it had special meaning for me.

It is a very, very long read but is so similar to our NICU experience and the things we currently believe that you MUST read it. I insist.

http://ambulancedriverfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-song-for-katybeth.html

I LOVE these two paragraphs in particular:

There are people, even those who love you, who would encourage you to accept those limitations, because they also fear. They fear you being hurt, or experiencing disappointment. They mean well, and they would protect you if they could.


Don't listen to them. Don't let their fears become yours.

and

And if it seems that I push you sometimes, that I make unreasonable demands, keep in mind the promise I made. Your destiny is your own. I can't chart that path for you. But my job is to make sure you don't stop somewhere short of that destiny because you settled for less than you can be.

Inside.my.head. I tell you. 

Thank you Janis. 

Where's your nose?

Dear Child,

Doing this:

Every.time you run into a wall while doing this:

does NOT inspire me to help you.

Love,

Mommy

Bleeding Love

This was one of our favourite songs last year...I would turn up the music and sing it loudly and Sydney would laugh and "dance" along.

I came across this video interpretation and wow...

Thank You Jesus.

Hope everyone had a great Easter.

April 12, 2009

or The Day Sydney's hair was last combed neatly for a month. 

Grandy is gone for a month so expect pics with wild and crazy hair in the coming weeks.

I'm good at a lot of things. Hair combing?

Not so much. 

Now we know where she gets this look from