Saturday, May 10, 2008

Pictures of the Boys!

BTW: I don't recommend pictures being taken at 8pm at night when the toddler's bed time is usually 7:30, it took tears and bribes and distractions to get these pictures, and my husband said don't take me with you next time.  


Tommy
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William

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Micah
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Micah, Tommy, William
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William, Micah

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William, Tommy, Micah

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If you can't see them in this email check out my blog.


-- 
Lydia Conrad
Mommy to Tommy 2 yrs 3/2006 + William and Micah 3/2008
http://conradzone.blogspot.com

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

The pictures aren't in the blog either. :(

~Lydia~ said...

arg...they were last night

Anonymous said...

Awesome pictures!! Not even a hint of the challenges you apparently went through to get them. What beautiful children you and Rob have. Love, Mom

Rebeccalynn_dj said...

Those are great. Who took them? The expressions are great but the edges of curtains are shown.

Miranda said...

Such cuties!
I'm available Monday morning if you need someone to watch Tommy.
And, I have the diaper and cover I forgot to give back to you when I watched Micah last; I washed them in Charlie's Soap with my regular laundry and rinsed them twice. If you don't want me to watch Tommy, I can bring them by sometime.....next week?
Glad William is doing so much better!

Anonymous said...

Poor rob I can understand his fustration. While these are cute pictures, as a mom of 2 I can understand the hassle it took to get them. (worth it to me) but guys have less patience with these things then moms. I would have saved his annoyance for a good family shot.

aja said...

omg lydia! you make the most beautiful kids!!

Melanie said...

Adorable pictures!! Happy Mother's Day.

~Lydia~ said...

ya for the prints they trimmed the curtain edges out....

Mother of a "Special" Child

When I was young, I'd often say,
I'd like to be a mom someday
While playing with my baby doll,
I thought that job's not hard at all

I'd have a baby, maybe two,
a girl in pink...a boy in blue
Well I grew up and sure enough,
I'm now a mom and gosh it's tough

The baby that was sent to me,
was born with disabilities
At first I'm frightened through and through,
there's much to learn to care for you

This wasn't in my plans at all,
when I was young and played with dolls
Your mind and body were so weak,
you might not ever walk or speak

So much special care required,
I'm often scared and often tired
As months and years go slowly by,
I smile a lot but sometimes cry

To watch you grow and not complain,
though you endure your share of pain
Oh, how I'd hold you and I'd pray,
that you'd be healed and whole someday

But I knew that was not to be,
not physically or mentally
And so I taught you best I could,
your progress wasn't very good

But then one day I realized,
as I gazed into your loving eyes
That I had learned so much from you,
determination...courage too

A love so unconditional,
it floods my soul and always will
I'm proud to say I gave you birth,
for you're an angel here on earth.

God Choose a mother for a "Special" child

Most women becaome mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressure 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...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

"Forrest, Marjotie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."

"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."

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

"But she has patience?" asked the angel.

"I don't want her to have to much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears 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 her 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 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 will know it!"

"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 if she is here by My side".

And what about her Patron saint? asked the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.

God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."