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!

Wednesday 18 February 2009

Guest Designers

My first guest designer has done a Digi "Grandma's 60th Birthday" Card. This fabulous design was created by my son Josh who is 10.

This is the front of his card.

This is the inside.

and he decided he would decorate the back as well.

Didn't he do a fantastic job!

My second guest designer is my daughter Ellie who is 5. She loves Sugar Nellies and Magnolias. For this card for Grandma she chose Magnolia stamps because she really likes the little shoes and she wanted to make a card with them on.

Ellie coloured the image using Twinkling H2Os - I wonder where she got that idea from?! I think I may need a craft room with a lock on it soon! Lol!

Didn't they both do a fantastic job on their cards! I'm sure Grandma is going to love them!

8 comments:

clare said...: wow..you've got 2 very clever kids..its mad how a 10yr old knows more than us on the computers..my son is 10yrs as well...and shows me what to do on the computer..lol
he's done a fab job of the card..love the colours.
and your daughters card..is so sweet..love her colouring..and the colours she has chosen..well done to both of them.
TFS them love clare x; 18 February 2009 at 10:28
pescbrico said...: lol love your kids cards! Audrey is playing with HER stuff in... OUR craftroom now... but there is MY rules in there :D

Have a wonderful day... Almost forgot... your card is fabulous! Love the text inside it :); 18 February 2009 at 13:27
Dawn said...: Aww wowee Fe you have some budding card makers there!!
Lovin' the rosy cheeks!; 18 February 2009 at 19:48
Unknown said...: Fabulous cards, your kids obviously get their talent from mum and grandma! You have some competition there Fe!!

Barbarax
PS Wish mum a Happy Birthday from me!; 18 February 2009 at 20:32
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Dee said...: I was thrilled to bits with the children's cards. It's great to think they both spent time making them for me. Hand made cards are so special.

I had a super birthday ...

Love mum/Grandma XXXX; 19 February 2009 at 23:14
Nicki said...: Well done Josh and Ellie, your cards are brilliant. Cardmaking talent runs in your family Fe!; 20 February 2009 at 18:37
ScrapMomOf2 said...: Well done!

Joshua -- I love your card because it's creative and bold! I love all the blue too! I'm sure your Grandma loved this card! You did a great job!

Ellie -- I love your card because you did such a great job coloring in that cute image! I bet your Grandma LOVED it! You did a great job too!!; 22 February 2009 at 21:05

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.