Hakuna Matata...what a wonderful phrase!!!
It means no worries for the rest of your days!
It's our problem free - philosophy - Hakuna Matata!!!!
Here's what you get when you listen to the Lion King soundtrack...Lyla's first of many African Safari adventures!!!!!
Lyla "Just can't wait to be Queen"
Very impressed that mommy sang every word to every song!!!! And even more entertained by daddy making animal noises in the background!!!!
And here is one tuckered out Lyla ..how great her dreams must be after such an adventure :)
And I realized after being asked the other day about the theme of Lyla's room...that I never posted any pictures.
I am sure everyone has picked up on Lyla's nickname - Lyla Bird...so it seemed appropriate:
Here is Lyla's "jungle room"
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Awwww...I can just hear you singing those Lion King songs to Lyla. Reminds me of all those years ago back on Edison Blvd hearing you belt those songs out at the top of your lungs from your bedroom. :)
And I love the "LYLA" in her room. Adorable. It's much more pink in there than I remember. Gosh, I absolutely cannot wait to see you guys this weekend! Call me when you can this week so we can talk details. XOOXOXOOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO!
I smiled the whole time I was looking and reading the blog. You were my little "lion king girl" dancing all over your room. Now Lyla is listening to you sing those songs that made you so happy. Love you all Mom
Someone shared this with me the other day and I thought of you guys!!!! Ya know, it applies to most of us...we have a plan but suddenly it changes, sometimes the change is as precious as the original plan but we have to look beyond what we thought would be "perfect". Hope you enjoy this.
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.
love to molest her still in her crib, sooooooo much fun to get themnaked and do them right in the crib
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