as always, sticking together

Almost fourteen years ago, I managed to capture an amazing shot of the men in my life and what proved to be one of my most favorite photos of them.

A photo of the hand of our son, Daniel Quinn, scarcely 30 weeks adjusted age and just 2 pounds and the newest member of the Kilo Club, as he tried to grasp the index finger of his father’s hand.

One year later, as we celebrated Daniel’s first birthday and the finalization of our adoption, it served to remind us just how small he really was and how far he had come then.

A year after that, it would receive a special photo journalism award in a local photography show as it astounded the judges with one who truly was Fearfully and Wonderfully Made…it also irritated a local photo journalist that an amateur photographer would receive such an award…over her entry.

Today that photo is properly framed and hanging amongst so many other treasured photographs of our circus act here under The Big Top.

But today, inspired by the works of Red Methot’s Les Prèmas, I tortured my men with a photo shoot…as a mamarazzi will do.

Fourteen years later we prepare to celebrate tomorrow, as we do every year, because every birthday of a 1 pound baby boy born 4 months too soon is something one must always celebrate. We celebrate our preemie, Notre Préma, as parents should. Tomorrow this most extraordinary and most favorite son shall be FOURTEEN YEARS OLD which absolutely deserves all the shouty caps and everything else that we could possibly offer him. Oh, and I should add that we couldn’t possibly be more proud and happy that we get to call him our most favorite son…as we do every day. On the cusp of completing his fourteenth year, he is suddenly aware of the fact that he is our only son…but yes, absolutely, our most favorite son…something that we all celebrate here under The Big Top.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.

Robert Fulghum

not tired yet

Yesterday was World Prematurity Day and as expected, I shared one of my most favorite pictures of one of my most favorite preemies.

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When he was just one pound, we would nest him using two beanie babies, two lions…and yes, I would call this Daniel in the lions den because…c’mon!

But yes, in recognition of World Prematurity Day and the mightiest, strongest humans I know, I share a picture of the strongest and mightiest one in my heart. The one who calls me Mom.

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He and his lions have come so far, so very far, nearly fourteen years later.

There may come a day where he finds posing with his beanie babies that once covered his tiny, one pound body to be tiresome.

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Today is not that day.

NaPhoPoMo

suddenly I see

Lately I hear it more and more…

My goodness, he’s grown so much!

I nod in agreement…sort of, kind of. Fine, I’m just being polite in that I-know-you’re-just-trying-to-be-encouraging way as I have for most of his life because sometimes it’s just not worth the effort to counter. If I did then I would have to explain and educate and…sometimes it’s just not worth the effort. So I nod like I am agreeing.

But lately I am hearing it more and more and more.

He’s grown!

Jodie pointed that out when Daniel and I visited her last month and it surprised me. I mean she had only been away from home for two months. But she insisted.

He’s gotten so BIG!!

Hmmm…

And then suddenly, this weekend I saw it. I saw it in pictures of us standing side by side.

He is growing!!!

NaPhoPoMo

photo dump: brown belt edition

Our “Tae Kwon Dan” has earned his brown belt which really, truly is a huge ass deal, at least to me, when one considers his SPD problems and struggles while he sometimes now must spar with light contact. People touching him…touching, not hugging. Most people can’t imagine the struggle that is. Even those closest to him sometimes don’t get it. Thank goodness his Tae Kwon Do Master teacher does get it.

How far he has come since that tiny 7 year old white belt student!

Still the smallest but size really doesn’t matter in Tae Kwon Do…neither does gender.

Having fun, on the other hand, matters. It matters a lot.

Good bye blue belt.

Hello brown belt!

for the love of the shrimp lover

Because his endocrinologist says he’s not gaining enough weight. Because nothing ruins a delicious meal more than having to say eat your chicken…eat your rice…eat your vegetables…yada, yada, yada, through the entire course of the meal. Because nothing provokes a day filled with anxiety for him than when mom pulls chicken out of the freezer to thaw in the morning. Because this child truly, truly, truly takes the term picky eater to a level that pretty much every other parent ever could never understand…remember when I first started this blog and we were just trying him to get food INTO HIS MOUTH and hopefully chew it and swallow it? Because this child has caused me to break every rule or belief I have had about feeding my family and my family will never, ever let me forget that….EVER!

And because he tells me that he is a shrimp lover as he eats a plate full of shrimp, I keep a big bag of frozen shrimp on hand and have no problem sauteeing a pan full with garlic, butter, lemon and red chili flakes just for him. I just got him to literally inhale more than 100 calories there. He then asks for seconds which I will happily oblige…AFTER he eats his vegetable please.