The Sweetest Humble Pie Ever

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Ivey fussing with Ms. Ashley


The fruits of humble pie


Refusing to have her picture made. Determined to get her hearing aid out. Two tasks accomplished. I forgot to rotate the picture. oops.

Comments

Darcie said…
I am so happy to see Ivey in preschool! I just love following your sweet little girl on your blog...
August 23, 2008 at 3:35 AM
Heather said…
Oh,Ivey .... you sweet little love.Welcome to the world of preschool.You will thrive,you will flourish,you will blossom.You for certain will teach them just as much, if not more, then they will ever be able teach you!
August 23, 2008 at 1:27 PM
Dee Dee said…
Making me cry. How beauriful!
August 23, 2008 at 2:23 PM
Karen Owens said…
Gwen these photos are amazing! I think they pretty much sum up any mother's heart for their child with special needs!
August 24, 2008 at 7:24 AM
Mom of Eleven said…
I love it!! Thank you for sharing the story. I haven't checked in to read in quite a while, and I loved the update. I am so proud of her and for y'all. what an accomplishment and blessing!! Thank you Lord for making the desires of our heart come true. I know you are so grateful.
Wendy
September 4, 2008 at 8:27 PM
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