Guess who's going to school???

This little guy! 

 Logan is becoming a little big boy.  He and Kelly had their IEP meeting on Friday and he was approved to start 3 days a week for 3 hours at the elementary school preschool program in our community.  Not only will this help Logan learn knew things but it is astronomical in allowing him to hopefully stay mainstream when he starts kindergarten. 

I haven't blogged about Logan in a long time but if you follow me on Facebook then you see pictures of him all the time.  He is one special kid and wrapped his finger around my heart the day we wheeled Kelly over to the NICU to meet him.  His smiles warms your heart and when he wraps his little arms around your neck, you know that all wll be right in the world.  He awes those around him daily with all the things he is learning.  He can communicate through sign when he chooses too and knows a lot more than he'll let on to sometimes.  He says bible and knows what the bible is like a little pro and loves to sing bible songs or at least say the words and actions that he knows. 

Anyways, enough with the mushy stuff, we have to move on the important things.  We went shopping Saturday and Logan got some new kicks.  After all he's starting big boy school and has to be styling for the girls, lol!

I'll leave you with this.  I remember seeing this poem not long after Logan was born when we were researching diffrent things and have thought about it a lot lately as a friend is in the Ukraine right now to adopt her beautiful baby girl, Anna Gray, who was blessed with Downs!  I think we would all be a lot more blessed if we had a down's child in our life.  I know my cousin David and little Logan have made a big impact on mine!

WELCOME TO HOLLAND

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

by
Emily Perl Kingsley.

Lovies- Jordan