Monday, September 8, 2014

Have You Ever Been To Space Ship City??

I've been thinking about this blog since I downloaded the pictures yesterday.
The words of this song has been running through my mind.

 Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
(Oh, won't you please take me home?)

Can you name the song......
can you name the band?????
 
In my mind the words have been mixed up a little.  
That can happen.
In my case, it can happen rarely... on occasion ...sometimes...
OK, it happens all the time!!
My version starts of, "Have you ever been to Space Ship City?"
It really goes down hill from there.
Last Thursday Samuel woke-up, ran into our bedroom and declared that Dad was taking him on a field trip to Space Ship City.  Jim declared that he was not taking Samuel on a field trip to Space Ship City.  Begrudgingly, Samuel then changed plans and proclaimed that Mummsy was taking him to Space Ship City.
I thought, "Why not??"  The only problem was, I had no idea where Space Ship City was!   
We asked Sam to describe it.
Big building with a glass all over it.
Escalator and elevator.
(A must for any self-respecting field trip)
There was a big building next to it with escalators that hardly ever worked.
Then......we knew......
 The Florida Aquarium.
Darn, we had just let our membership expire!!!
But, Sam and I went anyway.
 First order of business was to ride the escalator.
 We went and checked out the new Lemur exhibit.
 No trip is complete without climbing into.........
 and onto some giant sea shells.
 What is Sam doing here you may ask??
 No, it isn't some new fangled time out room.
 Sam did enjoy it.
 It was a hurricane simulator.
Sam has a tough time with storms, so it always surprises me when he wants to go into one of these.
 Wasn't sure how these photos would work out because of the lighting.
I like them.
 Even the fish like Legos.
 Stopping to check out some of the hands on stuff.
 HIGH
LOW
 Sam decided that it was lunch time.
 He has the same thing every time.
Hot dog, fries, vanilla pudding and a chocolate milk.
 
 Sam loved his.
I, however, did not enjoy my sandwich.
Above is a picture of the world's most disgusting sandwich ever.
Yukky!
 Then, outside to the splash area.
 I do believe that is Sam's head on the right.
 Here are the non working escalators in the cruise terminal that is next to the aquarium.
 
It was a good day.
It wasn't crowded because school is in session and because it is early in the school year, no field trips!  Except for us of course.
Usually when we go to the aquarium, the whole trip is done at a break neck speed around and around the exhibits.  We can usually get Sam to stop and say Hi to Mr. Grouper.
But, on Thursday, we stopped at a lot of the exhibits and talked about them.
We didn't go barreling through the different sections at 100mph.
In the play area, all the little toddlers thought it was a good idea to dump buckets of sand on Sam's head, but he just brushed it off and kept building his roads.
If someone was in his way, he went around them.....politely! 
 
It was a good day in Space Ship City.
 
Sally-Ann
By the way.
It was "Paradise City" by Guns N' Roses.
But, I like Carrie Underwoods version as well.
 

Sunday, September 7, 2014

A Day of Blessings........

Tristan Alexander Purdy was born Saturday, 24th of May, 2014.
He came just a little bit early....
in the middle of moving his Mum and Dad into their new house.
But, that was OK.
We were very happy that he had arrived and after all, he wouldn't be a Purdy if there wasn't just a little drama attached to the event!!
Last Sunday was a very special day.  It was Tristan's blessing day.
Here is Tristan and Grandpa. 
Here is a picture of Joshua, Courtney, Tristan and Courtney's family.
 Which Grandma would win over a baby tug of war??
 Don't let the smiles fool you!!!!!
 Joshua, Courtney and Tristan.
Joshua gave Tristan a beautiful blessing.
 Sam wanted a photo of him and family friend, Christine.

You may notice a lack of photos of Jim, Jessica, Samuel and me with Tristan and his parents.
Photos were taken.
I distinctly remember standing there for them.
But, apparently,  the camera off button looks a lot like the one you hit to actually take the picture.

Oh well, luckily we have some cute photos of Tristan to share.
Last night we got to babysit Tristan.
Watching him sleep as he is snuggled in my arms.
Having him smile and coo when he hears his Grandma's or Grandpa's voice.
Watching his face light up as Samuel twirls and whirls around the room.
Bring great joy to his grandparents.

Listening to my oldest baby give his baby a blessing that will go with Tristan throughout his life, also gave me great joy.  It was a day of blessings being given and a day of counting blessings.

Sally-Ann

Monday, August 4, 2014

3 Little Words.........

Do you remember the first time your child told you,
"I love you?"
I do.
I remember where I was and what I was doing the first time Samuel turned to me and told me those 3 little words.
It was long after most children utter those words.
Every day I told Samuel that I loved him.
It wasn't just these 3 words that failed to come from Sam's mouth, but words of any kind.......silence.
Samuel had been on schedule with words.
Mum, Mum, Mum.
Dad, Dad, Dad.
Ball, drink, hot, cold.
Then, gradually, they went away.
Occasionally, he would still say a word or two.
But.......tears, anger and frustration would often occur when our sweet little boy tried to make his needs known.
 With the help of wonderful therapists and teachers.....the words started to come.
With good friends bending down and telling Samuel, "Hello," week after week....the words started to come.
Telling Samuel every day, "I love you".....the words started to come.
The day that Samuel told me, "I love you," I cried.
Sometimes I still do when he tells me.
Samuel tells me nearly every day that he loves baby Tristan very much.
It isn't all sunshine and roses however.
Along with all the words that a mother loves to hear, there are many that I don't!!
Now Samuel can express his feelings more, there is less frustration.  Less meltdowns.
There are a lot of bad jokes that are hilarious to an 8-year old.
There is joy.
This has all been on my mind since Sunday.
Samuel asked a friend at church how come they were so tall.
The reply was, "Because I eat all my vegetables."
Later on that day, I heard Samuel asking someone, "Why are you short?"  "Are you a little adult?"
It just struck me how wonderful it was that Samuel was instigating conversations.
It struck me just how grateful and blessed I feel.
This morning, Samuel came up to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "I love you."
Sunday night......Sam ate all his vegetables!!!
 
Sally-Ann