Yesterday, I walked in on this conversation between Noah and Natalie:
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Yesterday, I walked in on this conversation between Noah and Natalie:
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
In honor of my favorite Padawan's special day, I'd like to share some of my most treasured photos and insights he's shared with me over the years.
|Noah, 4 months - enjoys a dip in the kitchen sink.|
Monday, May 28, 2012
Her answer makes perfect sense as all around us stores are enticing shoppers with sales on everything from BBQ pits to hot dogs and potato chips to get your backyard party started.
"Actually, Natalie it is a day for remembering and being thankful for the men and woman who have served and protected our country -- especially those who gave their lives for our freedom. Your Dad was a soldier," I explained. (technically, a Marine, but I knew she wouldn't understand the term.)
With deer in the headlight pupils, she responded, "He was?"
"Yes," I answered.
"What do we do? she asked.
"We hug him and love him and be thankful for him," I answered (To myself I included, "but not until after he's helped me spread 50 cubic square feet of mulch in the front yard." wink wink)
In all seriousness I am very thankful for him and all who have served. And, since Steve chose to bear arms during Operation Desert Storm, the only arm I ever needed to raise was my own to answer a question posed by one of my college professors.
In that spirit, I'd like to share one of Steve's favorite quotes
Sunday, May 27, 2012
"Um, Nat they don't have a baby," I said.
"What? But they got married, right?" she asked.
"Yes, but they just married last month. They don't have kids yet. Also, some people get married, but don't ever have children," I responded.
Uncharacteristically, she pondered my words before speaking. Then, with a furrowed brow asked, "You mean just a man and a woman?"
"That's right," I said.
She set the book down, then turned on her heel and stormed off to her room.
Friday, May 25, 2012
To read the speech I gave at Action for Autism's 1st fundraiser and how our story began with AFA -- Click here then scroll to pages 6-7
Since 2009, Action for Autism has been helping our family send Noah to Camp Happy Day, a special summer camp for kids with learning challenges. The camp has been such a blessing as it keeps Noah from losing skills over the summer break and provides him with a social outlet. Camp Happy Day runs from 8:30-12:15 for six weeks. During that time Noah receives speech therapy, reading and math support and learns the fundamentals of team sports. In addition, he has the opportunity to shoot arrows at a target, climb a 30 foot ladder and the chance to practice his growing social skills on kids who may overlook his awkwardness.
To read our story about the positive effects of Camp Happy Day -- Click here then scroll to page 7
June 16, 2012 is the 4th Annual Action for Autism Family Fun Walk. I realize that there are many, many great charitable organizations to support and it can be difficult to choose among them. But, I can tell you with 100% certainty, the monies received by Action for Autism really do make a difference in the lives of children affected by autism. Our family is living proof. To donate to the Action for Autism Family Fun Walk click here and select "Family Fun Walk" in the campaign drop-down box. Also, be sure to type "Felgenhauer" in the comments box.
A special thanks to everyone who has supported our family in previous AFA Walks.
For more information on Camp Happy Day click here
|Our family at the 1st AFA Family Fun Walk - 2009|
|Noah had the chance to hang out with Fred Bird while with his Camp Happy Day friends - 2009|
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Today you missed out on an awesome opportunity to get to know a really funny and creative kid. Noah is NOT stupid, however, your choice to use that word to describe him only reflects poorly on you.
Although I will spend the remainder of the afternoon trying to erase your hurtful words from his thoughts, I will also pray that the next time you meet someone different from you that you'll show a better side of yourself than I witnessed today.
Good things come in small packages...but, really good things come in packages that don't quite fit inside the constraints of any box.
a.k.a. Master Windu's Mom
Money is No Object
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
"I don't want a check-up," she said.
"I know, Natalie. No one does, but it's a school requirement. Don't worry. I'll be right by your side," I said.
After a moment of contemplating my offer, she picked up a photo of Noah she found lying in the car and asked, "Mom, do you think I could bring this photo of Noah with me to the appointment? Then I could just pretend he was holding my hand."
Now, that's what you call "a shot in the arm."
|Nat holding the photo she took in with her to the doctor appointment.|
A lip whistle prize. Hmmm...I don't think my pediatrician likes me very much.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Just the other day she was telling me how she can't wait to go to kindergarten because then she won't need anyone to sign her in or out anymore.
"Mommy, you'll just pull up the car and I'll run in ON MY OWN," she states.
I was too afraid to ask, "But not on the first day, right?"
You've heard the expression, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out." Well, apparently I won't need to worry about that as I'm not even allowed inside the school building.
This afternoon at 3:10 p.m., I'll officially experience a change in status. This change will have nothing to do with me buying a luxury car or cashing in on a winning LOTTO ticket. In fact, it won't even affect the way I file my taxes. The adjustment I'm referring to has only to do with me closing the books on my life as a mother of a preschooler. I'm starting a new chapter, mothering TWO elementary school kids! I can't wait to dive in.
|Noah insisted on waving in all of the pictures, but now I see the beauty in it. It's like he was trying to tell me, "Mom, I'm leaving 2nd grade and moving on to bigger things." Then, there's Natalie who refused to look at the camera - her only concern was to give her "brover" one last squeeze before school.|
Monday, May 21, 2012
This year both kids were tall enough to lean over the ledge on their own and pet the docile creatures. They loved it, though Natalie wasn't keen on the fishy smell.
"What's that smell? It's making my nose sad," said Natalie.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Thick, knobby digits marked by years of weathering
They tickled the ivories on Christmas Day.
Jingle Bells and Silent Night were favorites
Strong and familiar
They once washed my newborn skin and made me boloney and mustard sandwiches.
A blur of activity
Palms doubled as measuring cups with fingertips for teaspoons.
They rolled, punched and produced a bit of heaven from flour and lard.
No blue ribbons sought
Her handiwork reserved for feeding an army of kin.
Family squabbles forgotten momentarily
Goodness spread with each airy morsel consumed
They threaded countless needles to create quilted heirlooms
Scraps of colorful fabrics elaborately embroidered
She inherited her mother’s green thumb
Flowering plants and tomatoes thrived under her care
They clapped for me when I blew out candles or donned a cap and gown
They embraced me when I said “I do” or shared news of a baby’s arrival
They counted my newborn’s toes
Her touch skilled at quieting the fussiest infants
I see them folded peacefully across her chest
Her legacy now lies at the end of my own arms
I recognize them.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Six years ago Barb and I began a tradition of an annual girl’s weekend. We stay at her parent’s condo and spend most of our time giggling like school girls. Since that time, we’ve only missed one year -- when Barb so rudely decided to bear twins in favor of drinking a margarita lakeside. The following story is taken from our last trip.
All the signs were there, a drop in humidity, a plethora of color against a clear, blue sky and an intense desire to head south. Fall had arrived and with it signaled my annual pilgrimage to Lake of the Ozarks, the land of Hee Haw and shopping at the Osage Beach Outlets.
Suddenly, my concentration was broken by Charlie Brown’s teacher making a public service announcement to all shoppers. I could only make out the tail end of it, something about free and a time limit. However, as I followed the stampede of sale junkies, my eyes landed on several, large shelves of unopened toys. As I began loading my cart, my inner hoarder was fast at work calculating the obscene amount of money our family would save on gift giving this year. I couldn't believe my luck, which made me consider how different men’s and women’s views of getting lucky can be.
To read about our 2012 Girl Getaway Adventure
To learn how Barb and I met "The Power of One"