Yeah, That’s My Son!



(I have no idea what that light is above his head, but does it not look like a little Leprechaun crown?  The Prince of Cute – that’s my boy!)

The cutest ringbearer EVER, don’t ya think?  (Okay, technically they didn’t actually trust him with the ring, but he still got to walk the aisle and get his name in the program.)

My beautiful step-daughter’s wedding was on Saturday, and Noah, along with my 6 other kiddos and one other step-daughter were all in the wedding.  Man, talk about a good photo op!

A little disclaimer here – My other kiddos are really as equally adorable, but the only way dear hubby of mine agreed to let me post pics of Noah on the Internet was if I promised for safety’s sake not to post pics of anybody else in our family.  (And he is right, the Internet is a scary place, but after doing a risk/benefit analysis, we decided the world needed proof of just how awesome little boys with Down syndrome can be.)  So as much as I’d like to, I just can’t.

The wedding was amazing, my step-daughter was gorgeous and so very gracious and sensitive to everyone attending.

I usually can’t stop crying at weddings.  I’m not exactly sure why – it seems to be a mixture of seeing the beautiful and hopeful bride, watching her take her last walk as a single woman with her father, realizing this is the day she’s waited her whole life for, and knowing just how many times a woman’s heart breaks during the lifetime of a marriage.  I know, I’m morbid like that.

Although the tears fell on Saturday, they were brief – beginning as I walked escorted down the aisle after her grandparents, watching my children dressed in their Sunday best precede the bride, seeing the bride for the first time in her dress and realizing that this was truly the first day of the rest of her life, watching my hubby struggle to hold his emotions in check as he turned her over to her husband to be.  But the tears for the heartbreaks, they did not come.  I’ve watched her and her new husband, and I’m quite sure that they have already figured out how to, as Trinity says, compromise with each other without compromising themselves.   They so completely and totally want the best for each other.  I want to be like that when I grow up.

Down Syndrome in the News: 10 Reasons Why I LOVE This Commercial

10.  I love kids, so any commercial with sweet and adorable children is a shoe in for me.

9.  I’m encouraged to see children with Down syndrome (or any special need) being thrown into the mix when it comes to services being offered to parents.

8.   While I will probably never use a website that hooks up potential babysitters/nannies to parents looking for babysitters/nannies (with extensive references, of course), I love the concept.

7.  I love to see women starting up creative companies that address the needs of mothers and wives.

6.  Carter Murai is so stinkin cute!

5.  Carter Murai is so stinkin cute!

4.   Carter Murai is so stinkin cute!

3.  Carter Murai is so stinkin cute!

2.  Carter Murai is so stinkin cute!


And if you’re wondering who in the world Carter Murai is, watch the commercial.  He’s the one with the toothy grin, fabulous speech and the extra chromosome.

Thanks, for bringing this great commercial to light, and thanks for landing it in my mailbox.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It’s Off to Work I Go

Since we closed on our new-to-us house and property, you may have noticed my blogging pretty much came to a standstill.  And now I’ve fallen into bloggers’ graveyard, but I’ll spare you a promise to return to my pre-downfall intensity.  Instead I’ll ask you to hang in there with me and know that whenever I’m able, hopefully more often than not, I’ll post on whatever is going on in our crazy little world.

For now, I have gotten to know our new little house more intimately than anyone should ever know a house.  I know what’s behind the walls, beneath the floors,


and behind the ceiling.



Ceiling tiles, really?

And the hubby says, “Alyson, would you rather keep the tiles or have a textured ceiling?”

And the unsuspecting wife says, “Well, if it’s not too big of a deal, a textured ceiling would be nice.”

And about four days later:


And now for the texturing:


A few minor repairs, paint the walls, and have Home Depot lay the floors was all it was supposed to take to get us in our house.  Home Depot dropped out once they saw the carpeting had been hiding a warped subfloor.  Looks like we’re on our own.

Three weeks later the walls haven’t been painted, the floor hasn’t been laid, and a few minor repairs has turned into a bit of a longer list.  Oh, and suddenly hubby decided the walls really needed to be textured.

And my husband’s two weeks off from work was used up a week ago.

So, we’re about three weeks behind schedule for now and can only put time in on the weekend and on weeknights.

Trinity (18) and Leah came with me last night and between the three of us we managed to texture the entire master bedroom and peel about half of the wallpaper in the kitchen.

Woo Hoo!

And here’s the one corner of the house that needs the least bit of repair – just a tile or two replaced (or so we think).  Isn’t this the craziest shower you’ve ever seen?  And this is just half of it.


Here’s the other half, and there’s a good amount of tile floor space in between the two sides.  Definitely the largest shower ever.  What in the world were the last owners doing in here?

Wait – don’t answer that.


We’re all taking the afternoon and evening off from the house – time for a little family togetherness, maybe a game of Putt Putt or two?

Tomorrow we’re having an expert come out to analyze the floor situation for us.  Cross your fingers.