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, 22 June 2008

TARDIS Card

It was Josh's 10th Birthday on Friday and I decided, as he's Doctor Who mad, that I would make him a TARDIS card. After trawling pictures on the Internet for hours and not being able to find a photo of the TARDIS square on I had an idea. I went and fetched Josh's TARDIS money box down from his bedroom and took a photo of it and used that for the front of the card.

For the inside I printed off a picture of the inside of the TARDIS onto normal paper to make the background then printed off photos of Josh and David Tennant as the Doctor. I love the photo of Josh because it looks like he's looking up at the Doctor. In the original he was looking up at Pluto while we were in Disneyland in Paris. Peej very kindly went round the original and took out all the background so that I could just print it out and cut round it. So it was a real joint effort.

I stuck the whole lot onto a tri-fold card and then kept the inside simple with wording done on the Cricut then highlighted with white gel pen.

Josh's little face when he saw it! He loved it.

Now I'll let you into a little secret.... I was pretty pleased with it myself too!!! :-)

15 comments:

Em said...: OH MY GOD!!!!

Fe this is COMPLETELY fabulous!!!!!!

I just LOVE how Josh is looking up at the Dr!

You are so flipping clever - no wonder he was pleased with it (and you were too! LOL!)

Hope Josh had a fab birthday too!; 22 June 2008 at 09:22
Classroomfree said...: No wonder you were pleased with it hunny, it's FAB!!!

Hope Josh had a briliant birthday.

Jules x; 22 June 2008 at 11:29
pescbrico said...: This is such an amazing card! I bet he loved it! :); 22 June 2008 at 14:32
Dee said...: It is fab and even better in 'real life'... :-)

Brilliant Fe and you should be justifiably proud and pleased with the results.

Love Mum XXXXXXXXXX; 22 June 2008 at 16:49
Anonymous said...: That is absolutely fantastic!!!! I'm sure Josh absolutely loved it Fe.; 22 June 2008 at 17:08
My Paper World said...: OMG! It's flippin FANTASTIC Fiona!
Well done! I think it's amazing! xx; 22 June 2008 at 21:12
Dawn Wheeler said...: Wow this is fabulous ,i bet your son was thrilled ,brilliant work ,Dawnx; 23 June 2008 at 12:57
Unknown said...: Thats amazing :-) Great card for him, I would imagine that he loved it, great thinking from you - Chrissy; 23 June 2008 at 15:11
Bee's Zen Garden said...: Very cool Fiona!!
Happy belated b-day to Josh! :-); 23 June 2008 at 19:00
Dawn said...: Fe what a BRILLIANT idea for Josh, I love it, hope he had a great day!!

hugs

Dawn
x; 23 June 2008 at 22:19
Risa said...: Josh's birthday card is BEAUTIFUL Fe-Fe! No wonder you are pleased, you did a fantastic job!; 25 June 2008 at 04:11
Ana Baird said...: It's stunning!; 25 June 2008 at 17:41
Lee said...: AWESOME!!!!!! Oh my dh and kids just LOVE Dr. Who!!!! How creative and amazing!!!!; 25 June 2008 at 21:19
ScrapMomOf2 said...: OK, I have no idea who Doctor Who is or what TARDIS is, but this is amazing!! You are so clever! The card front is perfect, and the photo? WOW! I love how Josh is looking up at him! Your brilliant Fiona! I love it!! I bet Josh's face really lit up when he saw it!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH!!; 26 June 2008 at 13:22
Deborah said...: You are so clever! This is a fantastic card for your son! Take care, Deb; 28 June 2008 at 05:06

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.