Dontcha love this book?! The link to it is in the lines below or you can go here and see the man himself recite it on you tube - definitely worth the viewing. Ellie loves this book. Thanks to Lena for getting it for her - hours of fun, and I do mean hours!
The last line of the book in particular (also the header of this post) describes perfectly how I feel right now. In the book the family optimistically and enthusiastically goes out on a bear hunt and it starts off well enough:
"We're going on a bear hunt,
we're gonna catch a big one!
What a beautiful day.
We're not scared!"
Then they encounter progressively tougher travails until finally they meet the bear who then chases them all the way back, through all the same travails, until they get to their house narrowly escaping his claws and everyone burrows under the covers together for like a year.
Yep, that's me, blogging to you from under a huge pink comforter with Dave and Ellie each doing their thing. We're just not leaving the bed for awhile. It was that kind of trip.
We are all in one piece though all of us sick as dogs. No bears or lions or tigers either, mostly. Will fill you in on the details in the near, near future as I need to pick the brains of you moms and dads and persons with bodies like Ellie's who have survived a little longer on this path than me. It is clear to me that we are at a turning point with Ellie and disability and access. Sigh. No one likes change, right? But for the moment, it's all about burrowing under the covers, tending our wounds, regaining our health, and our courage to brave another day.
We are surely not going on a bear hunt again!
The last line of the book in particular (also the header of this post) describes perfectly how I feel right now. In the book the family optimistically and enthusiastically goes out on a bear hunt and it starts off well enough:
"We're going on a bear hunt,
we're gonna catch a big one!
What a beautiful day.
We're not scared!"
Then they encounter progressively tougher travails until finally they meet the bear who then chases them all the way back, through all the same travails, until they get to their house narrowly escaping his claws and everyone burrows under the covers together for like a year.
Yep, that's me, blogging to you from under a huge pink comforter with Dave and Ellie each doing their thing. We're just not leaving the bed for awhile. It was that kind of trip.
We are all in one piece though all of us sick as dogs. No bears or lions or tigers either, mostly. Will fill you in on the details in the near, near future as I need to pick the brains of you moms and dads and persons with bodies like Ellie's who have survived a little longer on this path than me. It is clear to me that we are at a turning point with Ellie and disability and access. Sigh. No one likes change, right? But for the moment, it's all about burrowing under the covers, tending our wounds, regaining our health, and our courage to brave another day.
We are surely not going on a bear hunt again!
