Saying Goodbye

Irvington United Methodist Preschool

While we are excited about Lola’s new “cool” as she calls it, we are sad to say goodbye to the Irvington United Methodist Church (IUMC) Preschool. Lola had been attending IUMC since September and it would be an understatement to say she just liked it, because she more than liked it…she loved it. The enrollment was a sort of practice run for not only Lola, but also for Rob and me. We have always been Lola’s sole caretakers and we weren’t sure how she would do in a social setting such as school. We also knew the two teachers who would be heading up Lola’s class had never had a little girl quite like Lola – I mean, she is about the coolest child in the world. But...
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Thank You

Thanks to all our Say Hola Lola readers!

I wanted to take a brief moment to say thank you to our readers. I don’t often return comments that are left on this blog as most days I’m lucky to have just gotten a post posted. Yet I want you to know every comment left here is read and is more than appreciated. Some days the comments lift me up when I am down and other days it is just nice to know that people are on our side. Our family is humbled by the kindness and support. And more importantly, we have a little girl that has been embraced by so many. She has touched lives without even knowing it and she continues to inspire others just by being herself. She is loved not just by...
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She’s a Stair Walking, Bird Wearing, Awe Inspiring Little Lady

Last week, Rob called me at work to share exciting news regarding Lola…she had walked down the stairs while holding the handrail in her preschool classroom. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Not because I didn’t think Lola would eventually do it, but simply because Lola isn’t able to walk on her own yet. She needs full hand assistance when walking, so for her to master the stair walking alone was quite a remarkable accomplishment. In fact, many children that are able to walk unassisted continue to receive early intervention therapy simply to master this difficult task. I was elated with happiness, but I sort of wanted to see for myself because I couldn’t really picture in my head my tiny daughter walking down stairs. And...
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Just Call Me Dex…As in Index

“If you would have told me this morning that I would have lost part of my finger, I would have said you were fucking nuts.” These words – graphic and all, muttered by husband after a plastic surgeon who specializes in hands, just amputated part of his finger. Late Monday morning, I was sitting at my desk admiring my new computer monitor (a very early birthday gift from Rob). It was the start of my three day mini-vacation, I was playing around on Pinterest, manipulating photos in Lightroom and I had just started adding books to my Amazon shopping cart. Lola was sound asleep and Rob was outside working in the yard. A brief moment of peace filled my always worrying heart when suddenly Rob rushed in from...
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