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!

Saturday, 14 June 2008

Ball of Fluff

I have been trying to take some photos of Max our new puppy who is now 16 weeks old. The problem is he is such a ball of fluff that it's really difficult to take photos of him without him just looking like... well... a ball of fluff! Here are my best efforts.

I think his face could do with a bit of a trim so you can see his eyes. That would help a lot! Lol!

12 comments:

Em said...: Was just gonna ask if your poor dog had any eyes pmsl!!!

Totally gorgeous bundle of fur - he looks fab!; 15 June 2008 at 16:46
Debbie said...: Awww Max is just soooo cute Fe - he looks sooo cuddly - thanks for showing us his piccies. :) :)

Debbie xx; 15 June 2008 at 19:06
Dee said...: He really is so cute and cuddly, when he isn't trying to chew you to bits that is LOL! You don't get any sense of how little he is or how soft his fur is... and when his tail wags its so cute too! Definate Ahhh, factor LOL

Love from Mum X; 15 June 2008 at 23:57
ScrapMomOf2 said...: He looks so cuddly and cute! He's really quite adorable, isn't he?; 16 June 2008 at 01:30
Unknown said...: He is a real cutie :-D; 16 June 2008 at 08:59
Bee's Zen Garden said...: He is really cute, but it's true that it's hard to locate his face in the middle of all this fluffiness! LOL! (but I like dogs like that and not too groomed!); 16 June 2008 at 16:19
Lee said...: Awww....he really is a cute ball of fluff!! I agree though...I'd love to see just a bit more of his face!! But then, it's not me that has to get shaved!!! LOL; 17 June 2008 at 23:01
Deborah said...: What fun this little guy must be! Hugs to the "Maxster"! Deb; 18 June 2008 at 19:34
Dawn said...: Awwwwwwwww!!!!
I love these pics and my how he has grown, that top one is to die for, he is amazing!!
I would love to have a dog but it isn't possible...; 18 June 2008 at 22:50
Risa said...: Your pup is so cute and fluffy! I know he is a delight to have around:); 19 June 2008 at 17:20
Anonymous said...: Awwwww he's so adorable!!! I'd be cuddling him all day lol!; 22 June 2008 at 17:09
Leanne said...: Aaaaaaah, he is adoreable!! Been after getting a dog, gonna have to show my hubby these pictures to show him what we are missing!!; 12 July 2008 at 20:43

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.