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!

Friday, 31 October 2008

More Happy Halloween!

I have the photos!

I bought a pumpkin carving kit from Waitrose and I have to say it's the best £1.99 I've even spent. It had all these fabulous tools which made carving them soooo much easier and it also had these great patterns to carve.

This is Josh's pumpkin and the design he chose which is called "Two Faced"

This is Ellie's pumpkin and the design she chose which is called "Spookily"

And here are my two little pumpkins in their Halloween costumes being very scary. Unfortunately Josh had to wear a jacket under his costume as I realised two late that all his white shirts are short sleeved and if he went out in just his shirt he would freeze as it's about 5°C outside right now. I think he got away with it though and no one really noticed.

This is Ellie's very scary witch face.

and this is Josh's "I'm-going-to-drink-your-blood" Dracula face!

They would have looked better with their faces painted but to be honest I wasn't really feeling well enough to do it. I think they looked awesome anyway even without the face paint.

Just in case you are missing some crafty stuff, these are the treat boxes I made for all the Happy Halloweeners, unfortunately we've not had very many this year so I still have loads left.

I made them using a tutorial on Split Coast Stampers. I embossed all the papers using my Cuttlebug then filled them with treats and sealed them up. I'm so disappointed that we didn't have more kids round.

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to eat them all instead! :-)

11 comments:

Dawn said...: Wow your pumkins are amazing! Well done and love the treats you made - great little boxes!

Hugs
Dawn
x; 31 October 2008 at 23:15
Dawn said...: Oh! and Josh and Ellie look like they are having a great time!
Scarey faces all round!!; 31 October 2008 at 23:17
Dee said...: Brilliant Fe.... looks like they had fun dressing up and love the pumpkins and treat bags too! Pity you didn't have many Trick or Treaters round to give them away. :-(

Love you.... mum XXXX; 31 October 2008 at 23:30
Pink Blossom Creations said...: You pumpkins and the children look great.
We didn't have any treaters either which was a shame so i had to eat choccies too!!!!

Caroline x; 31 October 2008 at 23:34
ScrapAddict said...: Great pumpkins, adorable kids and awesome treats!!; 1 November 2008 at 01:28
Anonymous said...: HAPPY HALLOWEEN FE !!!! YOUR LITTLE ONES LOOK SOOOOOO CUTE !!!!; 1 November 2008 at 05:14
Corie said...: Those pumpkins are amazing!!!

Love the pictures of the kids -- too cute.; 2 November 2008 at 00:33
Debbie said...: Aww Fe Josh and Ellie look fabulous in their scary outfits - well done. :) :)

Love the little treat boxes too - you should sit on the sofa and eat them all up and maybe you'll feel a bit better. ;) :)

Get well soon.

xxDebbiexx; 2 November 2008 at 15:06
Leanne said...: Oh great costumes, pumpkins and treats!!!

My kids would have loved them lol!

Leanne
xx; 2 November 2008 at 20:20
Maya said...: WOW!!! Stunning pumpkins!
And wonderful costumes on the children :)

Thank you for you`re comment on my blog :)
Hugs from Maya.; 2 November 2008 at 23:31
ScrapMomOf2 said...: Wow, Josh and Ellie look fantastic! They are very scary indeed! The treats you made are wonderful! How cute!!; 5 November 2008 at 14:43

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.