I went to the neighborhood pool this afternoon and as were walking in I hear teenage girls giggling and one says "he is so cute, he'll be a hottie when he' older." I didn't even have to turn to know who they were talking about. He is the cutest thing I must admit. They continued to smile at him and talk about how he was walking, and he talked so good for his age. Did they know his age? NO, but it was sweet and innocent. He can swim on his own, and does very well for his size and muscle tone and I saw at one point all the adults staring at us watching this "baby" swimming and I knew it was coming. "The how old is he question". I hate that we will always have that question. Weather it is soccer, a field trip, doggy paddling or at the grocery store it never lets up. I wish I could put him in a bubble and never let him hear the "how old is he conversation" ever again. But I feel a sense of obligation not only to help you, my hypochondroplasia blog family but also the people who are not aware, who are curious, even those who are rude. God has more for us than surviving He expects thriving, He expects compassion He expects love.
Monday, May 30, 2011
"How old is he?"
I went to the neighborhood pool this afternoon and as were walking in I hear teenage girls giggling and one says "he is so cute, he'll be a hottie when he' older." I didn't even have to turn to know who they were talking about. He is the cutest thing I must admit. They continued to smile at him and talk about how he was walking, and he talked so good for his age. Did they know his age? NO, but it was sweet and innocent. He can swim on his own, and does very well for his size and muscle tone and I saw at one point all the adults staring at us watching this "baby" swimming and I knew it was coming. "The how old is he question". I hate that we will always have that question. Weather it is soccer, a field trip, doggy paddling or at the grocery store it never lets up. I wish I could put him in a bubble and never let him hear the "how old is he conversation" ever again. But I feel a sense of obligation not only to help you, my hypochondroplasia blog family but also the people who are not aware, who are curious, even those who are rude. God has more for us than surviving He expects thriving, He expects compassion He expects love.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
DIY
Do It Yourself!
It would be easy for me to do things for Coleman like pick him up instead of making him walk, or open every door for him. He needs to learn how to do things that are hard from him. Here is a picture of him opening the suburban door.
It would be easy for me to do things for Coleman like pick him up instead of making him walk, or open every door for him. He needs to learn how to do things that are hard from him. Here is a picture of him opening the suburban door.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Easter Breakdown
You know some days I wake up and believe life starts fresh and God has big plans. Some days, usually holidays I don't.
Things have been busy with swimming lessons, soccer, work, church, Connor being home, Carter being "off" Coleman's injuries, meds, GH shots, ear drops, laundry, dishes, husband issues, AWANA, family, caming in a pop-up, weight watchers, etc...can I get an Amen?
I have put too much on my plate and I am starting to feel it. My house and car are messy, Im getting migrains. My feet hurt. My friends wonder where Iv'e been. Im not exercising. Im not spending the time with God I need too. And then the night before Easter I had to get eggs hid, baskets layed out, cute clothes layed out, and I had a break down.IS this what I have made Jesus resurrection?? Is this what I want my kids too see is important?? The next morning in my Easter dress, I had a headache hangover and swollen eyes. All of this to say I can not keep up with the Jones'. God has given me a little wake up call. He comes first and family second. I can say no or take a nap.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
soccer
We have always done swimming lessons and have not ventured out to other sports but I thought the boys would love soccer. So I got all the socks, soccer balls and cleats and we went to the first practice. He had a hard time keeping up with the running. He fell forward 100 times but he always got up and kept going. What more can I ask for? He loves it now, and is keeping up a little better now. He is actually not the smallest one on his team. He is by far the cutest soccer player I've ever seen.

light bulb moment
Coleman went to the bathroom and he usually yells for me to turn the light on so I got up and to my surprise the light was already on and he had a big grin on his face. He can turn on the light. It was an exciting moment and Coleman knew it was a big deal too. I still have to turn it off but I thought ya'll would think it was as big a deal as me.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
a look back


Coleman had such bad colic, he screamed all the time. poor sugar bear


Coleman only a couple of weeks old. Carter loved him right from the begening
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