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| June 6, 2005 Children's Miracle Network Telethon and Ambrosia's birthday |
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| Good morning, one and all! Whew...this has been one crazy weekend! Thursday night, Aurora had dress rehearsal for her recital. Friday night, she had the first recital show, followed by two shows on Saturday. We left the second show early, to beat a path to Children's Hospital, to appear on the Children's Miracle Network Telethon. After getting home at the beastly hour of midnight, Nick and I slept a few hours, and got up to finish party preparations for Ambrosia's birthday party Sunday afternoon. I told you...whew! Aurora's recital was loooonnnnnggg. Very, very, long. She did well, in the few minutes we got to see her! Apparantly the Irish Step teacher wasn't too interested in choreagraphing a dance - it was the shortest in the show by several minutes. On the flip side, someone was very interested in choreographing ballet solos...for the same 3 or 4 teenagers. They got 5-10 minute segments, while entire classes were granted less than 2 minutes. Yes, the ballet half of the show was disappointing and tedious. The second half of the show where other disciplines were showcased, was more balanced (with the glaring exception of Irish Step - you know, the one we pay for). In the end, all that matters is that Aurora enjoyed herself. As I work to regain my sanity...I'll keep telling myself that... Saturday night's telethon gig was fun, but exhausting for the kids. We were told we were the 10 o'clock interview, so we got special permission to leave in the middle of the second act of the recital and ran like crazy to get to the hospital. We were frazzled, but made it by 9:50, only to find out we were the "10:00 hour interview" - translation it happens during the hour, but not at 10:00. In fact, the interview was really scheduled for 10:57 p.m. . Neat. All the panic had been for naught. Oh well, it gave us time to meet some great people, and to feed the kids in the complimentary commissary. The best part for the kids was getting to see the reporter, Heather, and the cameraman, Steve, who came to the house last week. They were both very nice to the girls, and the girls are huge fans of them. In fact, when Ambrosia was having a fit "Hi Heather! Hi Heather!"-ing, Heather at the telethon...she was greeted with a warm smile and a giant hug. She was very excited to tell Heather, "Did you know you were on TV?" Heather was very gracious and said, "Yes, and you're going to be soon too!" She treated the girls like gold. I got to meet one of the founders of Circle of Friends, and to hear the story of how it began. This wonderful charity actually began around a dinner table of a few friends. Through the past few years, it has grown to be a force to be reckoned with. They may top a million dollars in donations to pediatric cancer research this year - right here at Children's in Columbus. I am utterly astonished...and very hopeful for what Avalon's Army of Angels will be able to accomplish. It was inspiring to get to meet someone who has started such an incredible thing. I do have a funny though. I again met someone who has, from mutual acquaintences, been a visitor to our website. I have to say, its a bit disconcerting when someone knows us so well. I forget, that I've shared everything with you guys. Its odd to have someone comment on our lives, until I remind myself...I'm the big mouth who put it out there in the first place! Its a good thing I'm as honest as I can humanly be. At least when someone asks about something, I can easily answer them. I don't know how politicians lie...my brain couldn't take it... The interview itself was short, but fine. Avalon had found her second wind, and was in rare form. The hospital had two couches for the families to sit on, and a coffee table full of stuffies to amuse rambunctious toddlers. Oh, it did that, alright. As Heather tried to do the intro to a video clip (the interview from last week), Avalon shoved an Eyeore ear up her nose. Not to mention the game of piling all the stuffies on and off the of couch next to Heather during the interview. And did I mention the monitor? To try to keep Avalon interested, Heather showed Avalon herself and sissies on the monitor as the taped piece played. The problem is, Avalon now knew where the monitor was. During the interview, she kept yelling, "Mommy! Daddy!" and pointing at the monitors, that is - between rounds of piling stuffies on Heather. She definitely turned "the cute" on high Saturday night. As for myself, darn it! Yes, I'm a giant wimp...and I cried...again. If I'm going to speak publicly about this, I've got to get better at it! If I was one of those pretty criers...it wouldn't be so bad. Nooooo...I have to be a blotchy faced, runny nose sap. Worst part is, I apparantly have no control over it. I think I'm just fine, then wham!, the waterworks start. Ack, its embarassing. The funny thing is, I don't cry over the sad. I cry whenever I try to talk about how kind people at Children's have been to us. Or I cry when I talk about kind acts from the community toward cancer kids. Basically, tragedy - I can deal with. Kindness makes me a basket case. Go figure. After the interview we got to see Nichole from Circle of Friends. It was nice to introduce Nick and the girls to her. I've spent so much time talking about her, and to her, that it was fun to finally match faces with names for everyone. Avalon liked her immediately. Nichole carried Avalon into the studio to meet some of the volunteers for the telethon. It was wonderful to have an opportunity to say "Thank you" to several of them. I don't think people realize how much we appreciate them raising money for the hospital. That building and the people and technology contained within it, have handed out daughter back to us. No amount of "Thank Yous" will ever be enough for people who participate in supporting it. I supposed I'm willing to cry on 20 television shows if it helps the hospital... As I said before, the weekend wrapped up with a birthday party for Ambrosia. Grammo, Pappo, Aunt Nettie, Uncle Darby, Papa Joe, Papa Steve, Marnita, Kevin, and Jeannie (Travis was studying for a final) joined us for lots of food, lots of sweat (we don't have air conditioning), and lots of laughter. We had a riotously good time, and Ambrosia played the part of "Queen for a Day". It was wonderful to see her get to be the ultimate center of attention for a change. She is the most easy going, giving child. She truly deserved a day of complete indulgence. She giggled, grinned, ate lots of cake, and strutted her stuff in her new dress-up clothes. She enjoyed the spotlight with every ounce of her little four year old body. It was pure joy watching her revel in it all. (pictures are on the website along with this email) Basically, it was one crazy, over-booked weekend. A quiet week of house cleaning and weeding flower beds sounds blissful. Yeah, I need to get out more... Love to ALL of you!!! Alicia, Nick, Aurora, Ambrosia, and Avalon |
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| These 3 pics were from her real birthday morning. Party pics follow. |
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| Hee hee hee, I love it! |
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| Look at the princess dresses!! |
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| Prettiest princesses, ever. |
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| Cinderella with her cake. |
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