Fe-Fe's World Of Craft, Creations and Kids.

This blog was started mainly for my crafting, however I also find myself writing about my family life too and in particular about my son Josh. Josh is just Josh to us and we're used to his quirky behaviour. As I don't want to have to mention Josh's autism every time I post about him, I thought I'd mention it here. Hopefully you will bear this in mind as you read and it may give you a little insight into the wonderful world of the autisic child in a very gentle way!

Sunday, 23 March 2008

Easter Egg Trail

Josh following his chocolate football trail to find his eggs.

Ellie finding her first egg on her trail.

Yum! A Cadbury's Caramel egg!

It's a little chick one - full of chocolate buttons!

Found another one - it's mini eggs this time!

I got a basket of eggs!

The Easter Bunny put one in the dish washer?!!!

The Easter Bunny left mine in the porch!

... and while we were all busy downstairs the Easter Bunny hopped up the stairs and left one on each of their pillows!!

You've gotta love that Easter Bunny!

9 comments:

ScrapMomOf2 said...: Your photos are WONDERFUL! How cute following the trail! Happy Easter! Josh and Ellie sure look like they have fun! You do have to love that Easter Bunny!; 23 March 2008 at 16:30
pescbrico said...: How fun that you took pictures of the egg hunting :) The first thing I heard this morning was a WOW from my daughter when she saw the eggs! :); 23 March 2008 at 16:31
Deborah said...: Oh, I remember those days with my girls! Such adorable pictures! Yummy! Happy Easter! Deb; 23 March 2008 at 17:20
Heather P. said...: Wow... Look at all those goodies!!! Your kids look like they had such a blast!

Happy Easter!! :); 23 March 2008 at 17:23
Ana Baird said...: Lovely and great pictures! Happy Easter!; 23 March 2008 at 19:20
Dee said...: Seems like I missed out on some fun today, looks like they had a ball searching for the eggs.

Thanks for sharing the photo's with us....

Mum
XXX; 23 March 2008 at 21:53
Louly said...: Oh what fun! I wish we'd done that when I was a child. I did a hunt for my children, they're 15 & 12 but I think you're never too old for a bit of magic.; 24 March 2008 at 13:01
Deanne said...: lol brilliant idea Fe
i never thought of doing it indoors!!! x; 24 March 2008 at 13:46
Debbie said...: Egglecent pics Fe - your kiddies look as if they are having a great time. ;) :)

Debbie x; 24 March 2008 at 16:34

Ode to Special Mums

Ode to Special Moms(by Erma Bombeck)

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint, Cecilia.
"Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint, give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations."I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised midair.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

"Welcome to Holland"

"Welcome to Holland" By Emily Perl Kingsley

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.