Friday's Favorites....

I take a lot of pictures and, when I say a lot, I mean A LOT - gobs on a daily basis, actually.  In four years, the only repair that has been needed on my SLR was a problem with the card reader - popping that tiny blue chip in and out so frequently to upload the pics to my computer finally took its toll and the reader had to be replaced. So while all those pictures simmer on my hard drive, waiting to be digitally scrapped or printed at Costco, I have decided to follow along with several of my favorite bloggers and take one day where I post my favorites from the week.  Here we go... my first "Friday's Favorites!"

The Tractor Factor

If Kacy could, he would tell you all kinds of things about this tractor and bank out wagon.  It is one of his favorite things to ride in!  This morning, when he saw that it had been parked on the pad in front of the shop, he put on his shoes and pulled me by the hand to the door!  I love this picture... The tractor has his complete attention - while he is holding the complete attention of Pistol (the dog) and Dennis.

On his tippy toes to get a better look.

It would be easier (and certainly faster!) to pack him up the ladder, but Tyler is patiently helping him learn to do it on his own.  Kacy has been blessed with amazing brothers.

The reward of climbing that ladder all by himself?  Why, a quick ride in the tractor, of course!

Welcome to my blog!

At the request and suggestion of several friends and family members, I have decided to share with you bits and pieces of our journey as we travel through this world with our family's most special gift, Kacy (bottom right).  


Kacy was born in August of 2002.    Within 10 days, we learned that our perfect little baby had an imperfectly formed brain, and today, we know that "he is who he is" due to a disorder of his corpus callosum.  I will likely get into explaining all of this in great detail later, but for now, this is enough. 


Our family is going strong!  Oh- we have our weak moments and have each found ourselves in a fetal position, crying over spilt milk more than once, but mostly, we feel blessed.  I plan to share with you the good-- the bad-- and the ugly-- with my only intent being to inform and maybe, along the way, teach a bit of understanding & compassion for others.  We do not want sympathy or pats on the back any more than we are asking for ridicule or criticism. So instead of sending an email or leaving a comment, just say a quick prayer for our boy or my family.  That would be most appreciated!  And by the way... most of my posts will lack editing and spell checks, and the photography may be fuzzy.  So if you choose to follow us, consider yourself warned.  


Blessings~J.