Saturday nearly turned out to be a jammies only day, but I felt guilty and wanted to get her out of the house. So I bundled her up like a snowman/child and we went into Old Town to see Santa arrive by boat on the Potomac. MAN, it was cold! But you really couldn't beat the atmosphere. As we got there it started snowing, and I

parked the stroller in front of a brass band playing Christmas carols. That kind of thing always gets me teary-eyed for some reason. I think it's that I sometimes feel overwhelmed with the fact that I'm able to share something so perfect with my Samantha. I can't remember if I ever mentioned this before, but when we found out she had Down syndrome when she was born, I had visions of a zombie-like woman-child holding my hand for the rest of my life, not appreciating things like music, art, fashion, travel, etc. And to have her bouncing in the stroller to the music in such a moving environment during my favorite (holiday) season of the year, just means so much to me.
I reconnected with an old friend on the phone last night. I hadn't spoken to her in 3 years, since I was about 6 months pregnant with Sammi. I told her, in all truthfulness, that Samantha is a wonderful gift and that I wouldn't have her any other way. We had a long, heartfelt conversation about how special life is, and without me even mentioning the crusade that so many parents of children with special needs are on, my friend said that there needs to be education among the doctors who give prenatal diagnoses to provide better facts to mothers-to-be about the capabilities of children with Down syndrome instead of putting pressure on them to terminate their pregancies. She described the Changing Lives program perfectly, without even knowing it existed! Okay, so how did my blog about staying in jammies get to this? Yikes.

Steve thinks I take perfectly good photos and go and ruin them with all of my editing. But there are two truths to this--first of all, I save all of the originals as well as all of my edits. Second, I often (but not always) take photos that had color or exposure issues and turn them into black & white because I liked the image and black & white was the only way I felt I could salvage it. I also have this obsession with that nostalgic, almost Victorian feel, especially when it comes to my naturally beautiful little girl. I swear, it hurts to look at her sometimes--I just feel like my heart is going to swell right out of my chest and I forget to breathe. When she was born, two words that I never, ever thought would be associated with my daughter were "beautiful" and "smart." I would freeze up any time anyone would joke about whose looks or brains she got. The jokes were meant the same way they would be meant with any typical child, but the image in my head of a child with Down syndrome was so old-fashioned and far from the modern truth that I thought anyone anticipating beauty or brains was just being cruel and blind. But I do know better now. I may be biased, but I think that children with Down syndrome are the most beautiful, exotic children, and they certainly can be capable of so much!
I have to start this post out with this photo--Steve took Samantha to Pentagon City this morning expressly to have her photo taken with Santa. Unfortunately, she was tired and cranky and refused to smile for the camera, but he managed to get a few cute shots. Of course, to take any of our own photos we have to purchase one of their photo packages. 26 bucks later and a rather funny look later (this photo was taken with our own camera--the official version is quite funny and looks like Samantha has her mouth open to say exactly what's on her mind!) we have the first of our 2008 holiday memories. Is it weird that we had a photo taken with Santa and it's not even Thanksgiving yet? I love this Santa--we had Samantha's photo taken with him two years ago, but for some reason never got around to it last year. She was quite taken with him today, and kept walking back over to him to touch him after the photo was over. Luckily there was no line of people waiting... She's been taking the photo every chance she gets and just stares at it, saying "Danta."





