adaptive tennis!

every week at P.T. we see R and A (mom and daughter) who have the appointment just prior to ours. when we first met almost a year ago, she mentioned that A played soccer (in her wheelchair) each Friday, and that they would love to have us. Friday's have never been great for us due to the timing of the games, but we found out that there would be adaptive tennis today and immediately decided to go. E, being painfully shy, opened up within a matter of minutes (okay, 30 or so) and was playful, squealing, and generally being herself. coach J (seen in his wheelchair) played olympic level basketball, tennis and some other sports i believe i've forgotten. what started as volleying the ball ended in throwing it at one another, face-offs, and a lot of chasing each other around the court interrupting everyone else's game. the volunteers were absolutely amazing and great with the kids. really engaging and accepting of the fact that no matter how many times they asked with "please", E was not handing out any high 5's on her first day playing tennis. we're working on it. she is most definitely an "everything i do is on my terms" kind of girl when it comes to any kind of socializing.

we all had a blast.

(and will be purchasing an appropriate tennis racket for future games)!

this was shot with the pentax K1000 using Ilford HP Plus 400 speed film. i am in love with the soft grain that you can never achieve with digital photos. something always comes out looking a bit harsh. and since i'm pretty much a "straight out of the camera" photographer, i was especially pleased with such a perfect capture of one stunning little girl.

i spend more time here ( if ) as i am finding words to be inadequate lately, and am loving the joy and peace that shooting always brings me. it is a need, not just a love. i won't ditch digital, ever, but it is so nice to be working with the original :)

there were words to go with this post, but damn if i don't just want to soak in the love that shines through her in everything she does. we have this nightly ritual. she used to ask: "how 'bout you sad?" and we'd "pretend" sad and then kiss each others woes away. now? she asks me to be mad, grumpy, and mean- and with each emotion i express- she kisses me. she kisses away my mad, my grumpy, my mean... my sad. she is the light of our lives.

not to mention she is in fact the most adorable child on the planet and these pictures prove that.

*wink*

perspective

it's easy to forget that your baby is growing up. and it's especially difficult to gauge height with a child who can't stand, so i think i often miss E's changes or take them for granted. but these 2 photos were taken a year apart almost to the day (the left from Novemeber 2009, the right from this November). it really is amazing to look at how much she's changed and grown. her face has lost her toddler softness and taken on its striking angles. her arms have grown strong and muscular, and she's sporting an adorable buddha belly that she didn't come home with. i guess what is even more spectacular is how much she has thrived in this new environment- how she's embraced what has been given to her without losing sight of where she came from. i hope we can always keep that alive in her. i suspect it won't take much work, as she speaks so fondly of those she loved in China to this day. how much i look forward to the time we can return to the country of her birth.

i am in.love.with.film. i mean, i always was, but i'd never shot with a Holga. i don't even remember how i did this double exposure. you can see more here:

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where am i, where i am

pretty much just working. five 12 hour shifts in 7 days, to be exact, and that leaves little time for anything else but catching up on laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, etc. today we'll head off for our local fall arts festival because the high is going to be 65. the skies are a porcelain blue, clear, and sunny. it's a perfect day. if only i didn't have to wake at 0530 on a sunday to head back into the grind of another 12 hour shift.

i'm also not shooting as much digital anymore and have moved back to the original: film. i just got my first holga (google that) and am using the Pentax K-1000 again. since i have to actually have the film developed, well, it takes a bit more time. i love the anticipation. i love not remembering what i shot in a roll. it's like the old days. i am hoping to win the lottery as well so i can buy my dream camera: the hasselblad. not gonna happen, since i don't play, but good dreams are still good dreams. mine is big, to the tune of 30K. spare a dime?

ransom is holding his own and so far this round of chemo is exactly as i'd hoped: uneventful (with the exception of short bout of pretty decent diarrhea that led to some accidents- poor boy). he's so brave.

e is thriving in school, WEARING SHOES (!!!), got her first bad cut on the head that oozed for hours and required that bandaid stuff that's like glue. what is it called? no clue, but it worked like a charm. frustrating that it was under all her hair, though. i'd bore you with the latest bus drama but it isn't worth it on my one day off. let's just say that i win first for multitasking like a pro and getting the ridiculous problem solved. i am rapidly falling out of love with her driver. i wish there were some other way to get her to after school care.

maybe i should reconsider purchasing that lotto ticket.

off to the festival. here are some random pics from prior lazy days spent doing what we love. snuggling with The Boob, nature, walks, feeding turtles, collecting rocks :)

(heck no these aren't my legs, don't i wish. sister is the athlete).

go make the most of this day!

round 2.

follow up appointment was today. it's been 4 weeks since diagnosis, 3 weeks since his first treatment. i learned that ransom's liver enzymes are slightly elevated, but not enough to be alarmed or halt this next round of chemo, which he was given just 10 minutes ago. i am also convinced i made the absolute best choice for him by opting for oral chemo only. i watched as they drew his blood today. he is an impossible stick and grunted like a perturbed old man through the whole process. apparently 3 weeks ago he growled (because it took multiple tries i guess), and ransom doesn't growl. but hey- he's not a puppy anymore, he's sick, and i say growl if you gotta growl buddy.

other than being (if this is possible for a bulldog) more tired than usual and dealing with some pretty significant muscle weakness ("myopathy") from the steroids (resolved) and pooping like a great dane from devouring everything in site (even eggshells that accidentally land on the floor- who knew this breed could move that fast?), he's pretty much himself (minus some large patches of hair missing and a bit of a droopier face).

here's to another uneventful round of chemo. here's to the next day and the next day and the next.