Confessions from the mind of this sleep deprived mom navigating the world of complex medical needs, deafblindness, and special education. And y'all, it may not always be pretty, but it's real, and it's always for the love of Ivey.
Glimpses of last week.
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After surgery last week. She smiles.
She really loves her piano.
Of course, it must pass the taste test.
Knox IS special!
Not long before she is up and running.
And, our new nephew.
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Anonymous said…
Love the latest photos! Especially like Ivey playing piano.
My heart was full of joy.My face could not stop from smiling.Ivey and the piano ... magic.Knox and the words .... beautiful.And yes off and running before you know it ... remember the song ...the song that I can just picture Ivey up and running to.
Look at that beautiful smile! Love all the pictures, and Knox's words are beautiful!
Anonymous said…
Ivey is beautiful! It's so nice to see her gorgeous smile! Jacob loves to play his keyboard, too (we don't have a piano)! He does the same thing - he always has to taste it! We have a website for him, too, if you ever want to check it out: www.caringbridge.org/visit/jacobchamness. I hope you all are doing well!
Anonymous said…
Look at her, sitting at her piano! She is growing up so much. Love that smile too!
Anonymous said…
Love the picture of Ivey at the piano and love those curls! Knox is a special big brother. Congratulations on the birth of their new cousin. Glad to see Ivey is recovering from her surgery.
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