Sunday, August 31, 2008

An Exception

So, you guys already know that Itty Bit is usually all about anything remotely boy-ish, right? Loud, muddy, or with wheels usually qualifies.
Mr. Daddy is the self-sufficient type who enjoys hobbies along those lines. Itty Bit saw him outside today and just freaked out. Wanna take a wild guess what this was all about?






Yes, I realize I am a bad mom for taking pictures rather than rescuing and comforting him. But he'd been carrying on for 10 minutes and refused to be calmed. He was truly upset, but wanted to watch the entire thing from the back door and tell me "BIG BOW" over and over again. Here's what he was talking about.

I don't get it... it's probably the quietest and least crazy of the boy activities...?

Catch Up

I've seen a lot of these going around lately. So I'm guessing everyone else is as busy as we've been and throwing together random posts :)

We took a week off, but it was still hard to get everything done.


Mr. Daddy worked on the new stall/feed room addition for Kona:

(this is actually Cassie, who wandered over to see what was what up)
 
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We went to the zoo:


(okay, this part creeped me out... mute your speakers and watch the video. The walrus seriously looks like it's talking - insert your own conversation!)





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We braved the crowds at Sand In The City:
(Itty Bit's favorite superhero... Lightning McQueen, vroom Vroom!)
 
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Another insane sunset or two:

 
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And apparently my kid is growing up quick.
This is the scene as I was getting ready for bed the other night
(hence the no makeup, sorry)


He wasn't sure about his first glimpse. But trust me, he quickly realized shaving cream is messy and decided he loved it.

Can you say L-A-U-N-D-R-Y?


Friday, August 29, 2008

No, Yes, I Don't Know?

Our workplace recently encouraged all employees to take an online health profile evaluation provided by our respective insurance companies.

Check out the below screen I encountered... (click, then select 'full size' in upper left to enlarge)

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If it doesn't immediately strike you as odd that you can select the option of "I DON'T KNOW IF I HAVE EVER DELIVERED A CHILD OVER 9 POUNDS", then you are either a man, or you are a woman with an amazing pain threshold who should teach the rest of us how you do it.

For women who have done this on more than one occasion... I am in awe of you (yes, I mean you
Ms. Ice Cream Diary).

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Counting the Days

Check this out if you get a chance... it's a personal interest story that can make you feel grateful.

To save your life, would you give up one of your senses? I imagine the average person would. But it really makes you think about the quality of your life, and what you are grateful for (or take for granted).

Not to say that one is worse or harder than the other; but it is an especially difficult thing to learn to live with deafness, after you've had the gift of hearing.

It sounds like she is doing a terrific job finding her way and her music. What would you do?

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

A new trick


The kiddo has begun to exhibit a bit too much intelligence…

He knows it’s nap time.

He recognizes the look
the blue blanket
the warm chocolate milk
the baby monitor power-up

More than anything, he’d like to sprawl on the big bed with someone to entertain cuddle him.

He’s taken to asking for a story, a song, a prayer. Suddenly developing an owie, or having to narrate the one that disappeared from his knee weeks ago. Whatever it takes to delay the inevitable.

Lately, he’s pulled out the big guns.

Once he’s convinced you to snuggle in beside him – he plops himself down unceremoniously and obeys the “close your eyes and settle down” for all of 4.3 seconds.

Then the impish grin, and the mother of all weapons, a darling kiss. More often than not, it is slightly misplanted and lands halfway on your nose or chin. The sound effects are perfect, though – a great mmmmmMMMM *smack*

Tell me, how on earth do you discourage that? Or even stop asking for another one?

I know this is his new tried-and-true weapon, since Mr. Daddy forewarned me about it the other night. He said that after the 7th kiss, he had to tell the grinning boy that it was enough for bedtime.

I responded with AWWWWs and a bit of envy…

Until today. When Tristan decided to work his charm with Mommy. THIRTY-ONE times.
Yes, I counted. I’m goofy like that.

If I had to pick a favorite, I’d say kiss #5 – right on the nose with a nice lack of spit and snot…

I have to admit, I didn’t really so much as discourage it, as wait for him to tire of it. My mind was filled with visions of him as a teenager who wouldn’t appreciate such affection. So I enjoyed those moments today. Realizing that a few minutes of a missed nap is a more than fair trade for these memories that I already treasure.

(Of course Mr. Daddy will probably tell me I’m a big sissy mommy and the kid is too cute for his own good. But that’s Mr. Daddy’s fault, now, isn’t it? :)

Monday, August 25, 2008

Is it any wonder

I love this guy? Yeah, he's a keeper. And not just because of that last post.

I'll try to catch you up with some more fun stuff soon, but will leave you with a recent shot of this amazing guy on his birthday.

As You Wish

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Normal???


First and foremost I would like to state that this is Rach's Blog.

Just every once in a while I have a little that I would like to share.

I want to thank those of you who posted comments. (thank you). You have all been very supportive and kind. And Especially the comment posted by Jaime, A BIG thank you, I think you hit it right on. What is normal, we are just made in God's image.

I wish you all could know Rach, but then that would make this journey via the internet and blogging kind of senseless, but I think I can give a little insight into the life of Rachel.

1. she is the most loyal of friends. (my best bud)

2. A kind and generous person. (but don't cross her)

3. smart (er than the president, I once heard)

4. funny (the blue collar guys are hard to beat, but she ranks right up there)

5. upbeat (maybe a cross between Goldie Hawn & Meg Ryan)

6. beautiful (Welllllll!!!!!! enough said.... OK)

7. sincere (when she's not being funny)


Ok! ok! you get the picture.....*grin* (maybe I'm a little biased) but I don't think so..

She functions so well in the hearing community that most don't know that she is deaf. If you take her hearing aid away, it takes a really big bang to get her attention if she isn't looking at you.

But that lip reading thing really sucks, I'm here to tell you that it has put me in time out at many a gatherings from across the room:o(

Sure there have been challenges in our relationship, because of the deafness, but when I really look at it there have been so many more blessings. What is the use of hearing if you can't communicate? Isn't it is so much more effective to hear and be heard with the heart than with the ear.. What good is it to hear with the ear, and it registers in the mind with no intent to understand? Who then has the bigger handicap?

I am in no way suggesting that because of deafness and sign language, that the deaf community is better at communicating (they might not take it so much for granted). I guess what I'm trying to say is that for us the glass is half full!!!! not half empty!

Rach (the deaf one) is like a bulldog here. I had a friend that had a pitbull. He had an inner tube hanging in a tree, (it was about four to five feet off the ground) that dog would literally run and climb the tree to grab that tube. We could go away and come back later and that dog would be hanging there growling and kicking around trying to shake that tube down!!!!!

You gettin the picture here????????? (sometimes I feel like I'm four or five feet off the ground, and she's growling and kicking and gnawing on my behind....) I think I am learning to hear with my heart more!

I'll bet you, like I, was under the mistaken idea that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach?????? We are all so very wrong....

She also helps me to remember to stop and look at that beautiful sunset. Because there are no guarantees there will be another. That what we have in this life, are not so much rights, as privileges and we should give thanks and be continually thankful for that which we have been blessed with.

There are some real challenges living with a (mostly) deaf person. Fire drills can be a real drag. And people think I'm a real weirdo cause I have to take my baseball mitt with me to gatherings. If you watch Major league Baseball I'm sure you have seen the catcher go out to the mound to make sure that he and the pitcher are on the same page? (I think they are trying to communicate) they hide behind their gloves and whisper. Well I can definitely can forgo the whisper, but for certain sure I better have that glove up or Mr. Daddy will be in another time out.

And about alarm clock's WOW!!!!!! it's a good thing that I'm an early riser and usually the first one up. They have cleverly devised a way to use other sensory units to alert the deaf when it is time to get up and face the day. There was one time when I came home from traveling and Rach forgot to turn off herrrrrrrrr?????? thing!!!!! Have you ever been awaken by the shakedown method? of which I am absolutely convinced they were trying to break a new record on the Richter scale? I'm still in therapy over that one.

And there can be a few frustrating times. Like when Itty bit is doing something cute, and I want to get her attention. If I stand up and wave my arms wildly about, and shriek like a fish wife selling her wares, I totally ruin the moment. Itty bit is thoroughly traumatized, Rach is blissfully unaware, and I have to go to the medicine cabinet for Ibuprofen and a throat lozenge.

I would love it if Rach could hear, and if I could give her some or all of mine I would in a nano second.... (I hope I get this right) But if it changed her and who and what she is as a person, and diminished what we have as a couple and as parents, (and I hope it doesn't sound selfish of me) I wouldn't change a thing about her.

She hears me better with her heart than any other person has EVER heard me with their ears.

The compliment that Jack Nicholson gave to Helen Hunt in the movie, (As Good as It Gets) comes to mind..... She makes me want to be a better person.

Mr Daddy

Friday, August 22, 2008

Elitist? (Part 2)

(continued from Part 1)

WARNING: This post turned into a bit of a rant. Please do not be offended. It reflects frustrations that I do not usually post, but hope can bring understanding.

Uhh..?
Being deaf is not NEAT.
Having to use sign language to communicate is not NEAT.
Missing the recess bell is not NEAT.
Not knowing your child is crying is not NEAT.

I realize it’s not pretty anymore. It’s something I’m jaded about.

My mom spent years teaching volunteer sign language classes at churches.
It meant a 1,437 enthusiastic beginners wanted to “practice” with me.
Welcome to 1,437 people haltingly signing “hello, my name is…” then a bunch of bouncing mangled fingerspelling.

I’m not knocking people who want to learn, it was just a bit much for this kid who wanted to be normal. True, I can see the beauty in signing. But mostly in performance or worship.

Otherwise; technically, it’s eavesdropping. Try having a private conversation with someone in a restaurant while seventeen other diners watch in rapt fascination. You’re telling your deaf friend that you’ve just found out your unborn baby has a severe kidney defect and may not live. It’s a deeply personal conversation. Then a brave diner approaches and says (either too loudly, or in a whisper while over enunciating):

“That is SO beautiful! I always wanted to learn sign language!”

Instead of being a real compliment, it’s easy to feel a bit violated. We awkwardly say “thank you” and switch to polite listener mode for the usual comments:

“My aunt’s second husband’s cousin had a neighbor whose step-daughter’s boyfriend had a deaf sister. They used to live in Iowa. Do you know them?”

“There was a deaf kid in my daughter’s class 3 years ago. It was so NEAT because they all learned sign language. The only things I remember are “potty” and “please” though…”

“Do you read Braille?” (you would be AMAZED at how often I get asked this – they are confused if I say “no”)


I just ran this by Mr. Daddy and he said “it’s like French - if people like the accent, they’ll just enjoy the sound. It’s okay to watch if you don’t know what they’re saying”.


I can understand that, but his frame of reference isn’t the same as mine. Which often feels like being part of a zoo exhibit… it’s okay to stare, because I’m different. It might not feel rude, because you don’t understand what’s being said; but how am I to know? How would I distinguish you from the other sixteen diners who are making me squirm with unwanted attention?

I guess it’s the sum of the many times I’ve felt I couldn’t hide from the stares or having to bite my tongue through one more round of “that’s so NEAT”. It doesn’t feel NEAT. It feels painfully different at times.

I didn’t mean for this post to take the direction it did. I received an email from another deaf friend who talked honestly and openly about living in a hearing world. Perhaps just one person at a time might change things with a bit of understanding.

Just as you readers have been kind and sensitive with your comments, as well as the friends who have emailed me – I realize that most of the little things that bother me are done completely without malice and out of honest interest. I’d rather meet you and have a conversation about what is common or different between us – not just the language we use.

I’m truly sorry if I’ve done more harm than good while trying to explain… it came out a bit uncensored, but maybe it’s better that way? I trust you dear friends, to tell me when I’ve crossed the line and offended you. I would love to hear your thoughts and perspective. Thanks for sticking with me through this long post!

Elitist? (Part 1)

(this is Part 1, please see Part 2 here)

A few reactions to a rather blithe comment by me in my last post made me realize I’d probably unintentionally come across as a bit condescending.Please forgive me and bear with me as I try to explain...
My comment was:

#4 - it’s a good ice-breaker, though there seem to be many elitist parents
who teach their children sign language because it’s the “in” thing to do.


A couple of sweet readers were brave enough to post that they had taught their children sign language. I in no way meant any disrespect and am happy this could be a tool for them.

The foremost reason (in my opinion) that any parent should teach their children sign language, is because it helps them communicate. Feeling understood is invaluable. You are right - it cuts down on frustration and allows them to tell you what they need/feel/want.

Early on I was astonished by how many people questioned the wisdom of teaching my son sign language.

“Won't that delay his speech?”
“He’ll sign instead of talk”


Good grief!!! Way to add to the guilt trip of an already well-stocked deaf mother.

Repeated studies have shown that a child’s receptive skills are far greater than commonly believed. Meaning, you can sign “eat” and watch an infant get excited or fussy in response – even though they may not be able to sign it back. The actual skill of signing has been shown to increase a child’s brain development in other areas and increases fine motor skills.

My son’s first sign was “more”, at just a few months old - long before the average child learns to speak.

Won’t that delay his speech? He was ahead of the curve on the language tests – by more than double.

He’ll sign instead of talk. He sometimes combines them if he can’t figure out a word, or speaks and signs together. He’ll grab his little boat, then sign and say “warm bath pleeeease?” Any question of what he means?

In my defense - the reason for my “elitist” comment was my first experience with parents who were teaching their infant sign language. They could not be bothered to speak with the young woman (me) who obviously did not shop at the same department stores they did (serious posers with the money to back it up).

The social stigma was suddenly eclipsed by the fact that I knew sign language.

Which then meant that I needed to hear every detail of why their 2 month old son would be the next genius in his Rich Babies Only preschool.
You know the type: books-on-tape thing via headphones while she was pregnant (okay, except that the books were like “Microeconomics and You” and “Russian Classical Composers”), flashcards of US Presidents, French nanny, etc.
Most okay in moderation, but too much for this chick who had already done a decent amount of her own Early Childhood Development studies. Lots of polite nodding as they explained their world domination gameplan to me.

I was left with a bad taste, and their awkwardly enthusiastic praise of my signing ability as, “that’s so NEAT”.


(continued in Part 2)

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Playground Parenting?

Help me out here.

Just because you’re at a designated play area, it doesn’t mean that your little ones should run around unsupervised, right?

Background: I sign with Itty Bit frequently.


#1 - he’s learning this language
#2 - I want to him to be comfortable signing in public so he can tell me what he needs or what I’m missing
#3 - it clues others in to the fact that I may be hearing-impaired (rather than ignoring them)
#4 - it’s a good ice-breaker, though there seem to be many elitist parents who teach their children sign language because it’s the “in” thing to do.

Date: yesterday late afternoon

Location: local mall play area

Cast of Characters:
the as-usual adorable Itty Bit
Itty Bit’s watchful parents

an energetic and friendly 4-year old boy
the 4-year old’s also-watchful mother

a young woman fully absorbed in text-messaging
her tiny daughter who looked barely a year old and was newly-toddling

a young couple dressed in black, the man with horns pierced in his nose
their large 4+ year old son dressed in a black skull t-shirt

various other happily playing children and their parents


Now, my kid isn’t perfect. But he isn’t mean. If he wants to join another kid on a toy, he usually gets their attention, says the name of the toy (“blue car?”) then tries to squeeze on. If the squeezing/sharing gets unfair, you can bet this mommy is right there to make sure another kid doesn’t get hurt.

I believe these are valuable social lessons where kids learn “my turn”, “share”, and how to play together. But I don’t believe they should involve bullying or intentional injuries.

Letting my kid be bratty toward other kids isn’t going to boost his self-esteem. It won’t do him any favors later, when he can’t figure out why other kids don’t like to play with him.

I don’t think he is… I just want to avoid it, and I cut him off at the pass if I see a little too much initiative or assertiveness.


Back to the scene:

The entire time I have been signing to Itty Bit, “You need to share the car”, “Do you like the red one?”, “Want to sit on the turtle?”

He is happily “driving” one of the cars while the two 4-year olds run around like they’ve taken Mountain Dew intravenously. The itty bitty little girl gets out of the other car and toddles toward the slide.

Other Watchful Mommy is sitting to my left, Text-Messaging Mommy is way at the other end of the play area, oblivious to the world and out of sight of her daughter. Goth Couple is sitting directly across from me with the kids between us.

I look over and suddenly realize that Skull Boy is standing over the tiny little girl, leaning on her back. She is on her knees and her arms are windmilling.


HE IS CHOKING HER


Without thinking, I jump up and charge toward them.

I am fast
I am loud
I am concerned and angry
I am not worried about what Goth Couple will do

“NO HONEY, WE DON’T DO THAT”

At my first forceful words, the startled child drops the little girl like a rag doll.
She falls to the floor at his feet while he stares at me.
Every eye in the play area is on me, except for Text Messaging Mommy’s.

My voice carries. It is the unmistakable “Yes-I-am-your-Sunday-School-teacher-but-you-are-going-to-be-happy-to-see-your-parents-if-I-catch-you-doing-that-again” tone.

Make no mistake, I love kids. I’ve handled classrooms full of rowdy ones. But I have definite ideas about boundaries, and an instinct that may not always be smart, but it is immediate and kids don’t usually test it again.

I realize in this case, that the Goth Couple may have a few words for me and I quickly soften my tone. The little girl toddles away and the boy looks up at me as if nothing has happened. I get down to his level and sign as I speak. I brush my hands lightly together and say “gentle, we have to be gentle with the little ones”.

He stares, amused at my signs, then takes off for another toy.

Other Watchful Mommy looks at me and says with obvious relief, "Thank you, I didn't know what to do".

In a playground surrounded by parents, the deaf one is the one who stepped into the parenting dilemma? It was saddening - a clear sign of how far we've gone to make sure we don't step on others' toes. If we don't show our kids what is acceptable, unacceptable, right and wrong - who will?

Text Messaging Mommy has no idea what has occurred. She only barely keeps her kid from escaping past her into the general mall area.

My son heads the same direction. In doing so, he trips.
Skull Boy heads toward him. I envision him stomping on Itty Bit’s outstretched arms.

Instead, he reaches down and grabs Itty Bit’s hand. He pulls and roughly helps him stand up. Itty Bit is a bit bewildered.

I look into this little blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy’s face and I sign and say “thank you” with a smile. He looks pleased with himself and says “thank you” back.

I steal a glance, Goth Couple is sitting smiling at me.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Cheeky Fellow

Please be forewarned,
the Funny Family Association has rated the following R for brief nudity...

Yes, I hesitated to post it, but Mr. Daddy declared it blogworthy. After the BOOBIES fiasco, should I really be surprised that Mr. Daddy is proud of the little man his boy is becoming???

Notice that he couldn't be bothered to quit playing with his cars long enough to take care of that itch...

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Numbers

Just giving you a number won't let you feel how miserable we've been with the heat lately...


Instead, I'll leave you with an image representative of our suffering:

It's a bad picture.
But the camera did its best to fight off the heat waves radiating from the subject.

Yes my friends, it was hot enough to melt butter.

Would any of you with air conditioning care for company??? :)

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Water bill

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Is it any wonder we can go through two baths and umpteen loads of laundry a day?

And this is how he does it:

Gets down on the ground... I mean really down. Like laying down with his cheek on the gravel. Somehow this is extra-conducive to exactly how he has to push his mini-bulldozer to add some festive holes and bumps to our driveway. These are useful for slowing down vehicles that might be traveling any faster than 2mph.

He decided to have a bit more fun yesterday and use his tractors to scoop dirt and rocks into the horses' water. I figured it would help clean him off. Nope. Just added a soaked shirt to the adventure.

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Come on, show me your messy kid pictures!



Thursday, August 14, 2008

The little things

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Took a moment to summon a tired Mr. Daddy to come to the window and see the view. And it was worth it. Definitely something I love out here - the sunsets never get old.

Ignore the phone lines across the street, but isn't it such a great goodnight present from God?

Changing


Is it in their genes?
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I don't remember teaching Tristan how a nail and hammer and piece of wood relate?
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He must have gotten a couple glimpses while the menfolk were putting up the fences, but they were using screws and drills for the most part.
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So how does Itty Bit know what to do with these?

Look closely, of course he has a screw and that determined expression means we're gonna end up with a hole in that board.
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As a side note... I clearly remember that recess in Kindergarten often included scraps of wood, nails, hammers, and small saws.
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(okay, pausing here for all you moms to collectively gasp)
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Now that I'm a mom I am FLABBERGASTED that they put these kind of things into my five-year-old hands and said "go play". I made absolutely nothing recognizable, and likely created more injuries to classmates with the hammer.
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Ever notice how very different the world has become since you were a child?

Monday, August 11, 2008

Told Ya

See what I mean... about that "don't get my head/hair/face wet thing?

I can't be the only one out there with a headshy kid?


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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Summer Fun

I wish you knew my kid.


He's a funny little guy who often seems rather fearless, but still takes awhile to
warm up to some things.


Water is one of those "some things".


Don't get me wrong... he loves those baths, but keep anything wet away from his head.


I've been trying to convince him that sprinklers are fun, especially the cool one mommy found on clearance last week. (I don't get it... they know this is WASHINGTON, right? Bathing suits are on sale in March, and summer toys are off the shelves by the time we get sunshine? I guess we're due for some parka sightings next month).


Anyway - this awesome little get-up has a spiral tube and central spout to shoot little balls out of. If you're lucky, they stay suspended by the fountain and finally drop back into the spiral. It's a nice little babysitter while the kiddo is in awe of the physics...


It also squirts a little shower all around the base. So you pretty much have to get an itty-bit wet to put the balls back in.


Without further ado... Itty Bit's sprinkler story:



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(Hmm? What goes in here?)

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(Oh, I get it)

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(Playing it safe, so I don't get bonked)
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(Whoops! Dang, mommy caught it!)

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(I'm a tough kid, and I love my sprinkler!)

What summer fun are you enjoying???

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Peanutbutter

This kiddo takes after Mr. Daddy with his thing for peanutbutter.

He'll ask for crackers or toast, then quickly specify that it needs to be absolutely smothered in gooey goodness. He hasn't quite gotten the words down, so it usually "toast?" "pea-butter?" (or "pee-butter", take your pick).

See, it's yummy! Best enjoyed via osmosis!


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The result...

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Innocent!!



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Of charges leveled, I must speak out!!!! (even if it is from time out) Yes I did ask my precocious little one for a high five. But, you must hear the (Rest of the Story).

As most of you know, Mommy is legally deaf. which means that with the help of a hearing aid she has some hearing in her left ear. She really is an amazing person, with the help of the hearing aid, and an acute ability to read lips, (bad for Mr. Daddy at distances) she functions in the hearing world like a natural..

Now for Mr. Daddy, he has some moderate industrial hearing loss (esp. in the right ear). So you can probably guess how we were standing when alleged incident happened! (my bad side was toward the action)....LOL

Soooooo when our friend with the nice view (how do you phrase that without being sent to time out all over again) bent down to give the little monster the infamous hug???? I was in serious conversation with her better half. He evidently heard what happened cause he started snickering. I turned and saw the look of utter disbelief on Mommy's face..... and naturally asked what had happened????????? I swear before God and all I hold dear, that she said,,,,,,are you ready for this? "Foochies" which is her way of describing when he (lets a stinker)

Now I ask you? (in my defense) what red-blooded american male wouldn't be proud of his little one when he learned to do that when being squeezed????? Come on let's think about this from a guy's perspective here.

So to cover for him, (cause he had really been letting some stinky ones that morning) as he ran around the end of the counter, I yelled "YEA!!!! Babyyyyyyyyyy, give me five".......More embarrassed silence!!!!!!!!!!! I'm thinking WHAT! So I try to cover with "yea! he has really been letting some stinky ones this morning????????" (Looks of ) are you a total moron? Insert here a little nervous laughter, insignificant small talk, and everyone else trying to change the subject.

Flash back to me????dazed wonderment, what the heck just happened......O well just go with the flow! The rest of the visit went well?????? ( I think)...

Jump ahead the the ride home...

Mommy: what the heck were you thinking?

Mr. Daddy: WHAT?

Mommy: HIGH FIVES? What on earth were you thinking?

(insert thought) it was just a little "FOOCHIE" it couldn't of stunk that bad! could it?

Mommy: OMG weren't you totally embarrassed?

(another thought) what's the big deal about a "FOOCHIE"

Mommy: You are in soooooooo much trouble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally I can't take it anymore!

Mr. Daddy: It was just a little "FOOCHIE"


Mommy: WHAT????????????? (I must of had my head turned away from her when I made the comment about him letting stinky ones) HE SAID "BOOBIES"

Mr. Daddy: been in the dog house since!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(

Thursday, August 07, 2008

I promise

I haven't dropped off the planet... it's just been a bit hectic lately.


We've been showing the house and praying that God places the perfect tenants there. We're in a period of some big decisions and a lot of wishing for hand-holding rather than exercising faith (at least I am, anyway).


Here's the deal. We aren't rich. We have this rental almost by accident. It was built when we were pregnant with Itty Bit and in a hurry to find a place before he made his (early) entrance.


It's never been where we wanted to end up (Mr. Daddy firmly believes that you should not be able to lean out of your kitchen window and spit on your neighbor's).

Anyway - it served us well and our first renter kind of fell into our laps at the right time. As you know, it's a sucky time to sell, otherwise we'd probably be putting it on the market. We lost money on it every month while renting anyway.


As it is, we've met some great people in the process of looking for new renters.

I have a more interesting post planned soon, I promise. I'm just waiting on a couple more pictures before throwing it all together.

But I wanted to leave you with this...


Kona is coming home!


At long last, my beautiful horse will finally be outside my window. My parents have graciously kept her at their place for many long months while we got the fence up. Kona has totally bonded with them and I have a sneaking suspicion that even my dad will miss the affectionate girl.


This is like Christmas for me. I am so excited to be able to ride more often and let her hang out with friends a bit bigger than sheep. Of course that would mean I need a trailmate, right? Right Mr. Daddy?



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This picture is significant because my sister isn't overly fond of horses (yeah, I know, HUH?) But even she has fallen for Kona - and I think Kona is enjoying the moment just as much.


Sunday, August 03, 2008

He Didn't Really???

Oh, yes he did.

We finally had one of those "kids say the darndest things" moments...

While visiting a friend this evening, Itty Bit ran through the kitchen then put on the brakes. He walked right up to her and I thought he might be considering a bit of unusual hug generosity.

Turns out he was a bit fascinated (I really searched for the right word here... mesmerized, amazed by,,, you get the idea) by her, ahem, cleavage.

Don't get me wrong, she has a fantastic figure, and happened to be wearing a shirt that was, well.. rather "enhancing" her assets.

As she bent down for the expected hug, Itty Bit just stared incredulously, then finally pronounced loudly, "BOOBIES".

Oh.Good.Lord
I wanted to melt into the kitchen island I was leaning on.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Mr. Daddy hadn't quite caught it and wanted to know what the laugher was all about. Somehow I managed to stammer "BOOBIES" and thought that was enough for him to catch on.

My sweet friend was very understanding (she has a little guy of her own), but how on earth do you get a 2-year old to understand that we don't talk about those kind of things? Especially when Mr. Daddy high-fives you for it?

Yes, we are talking a major time-out on this one (for Mr. Daddy) :)

Friday, August 01, 2008

I'm not so sure I'm ready...

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In fact, I'm sure I'm NOT ready.

We had a great time at the park the other day.
Soon I spied our little adventurer climbing higher than I'd seen him go before.


Mommy instinct: DANGER DANGER

I stepped closer, but heeded Mr. Daddy's "hang back a bit, let him try".

I knew he was right, but boy did I not want to be on the comforting end of a bloody lip or a bonked head if the little guy lost his footing.

So I got the camera out and started snapping (Mr. Daddy was under strict orders to stay within arm's reach of the intrepid boy).

It was with equal parts terror and pride that I watched my not-so-itty-bitty-baby climb higher and higher.

Click.

"Wow, you're going high there big boy!"

Click.

"All by yourself!" (insert a tremble in my voice here)

Click.

"Almost to the top!"

And then it happened.


His foot slipped and in an instant there was nothing between him and the ground except a couple metal bars that were kind of in the way of his precious face.

Gasp. Click.

or Click. Gasp.

It was simultaneous.

Tristan had no idea of the major owie awaiting had Mr. Daddy's lightning reflexes not caught him.

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His feet back on the rungs, he didn't even hesitate. He climbed to the top and went butt-first down the slide. While my heart slowly regained its rhythm.

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Was I looking for a deeper meaning in this? Uh-huh.

I learned that my son has more faith in his earthly Father, than I often do in my Heavenly one.

How often I am afraid to even approach the climb because I'm afraid of falling, of failure, and of owies?

I watch as others slide down in glee and I envy them... forgetting that their climb may have been harder than mine.

I forget that my Heavenly Father stands ready to catch me, but He still calls me to climb, to trust, and to exercise my faith (isn't it dead otherwise?)

And the WhooHooOO YeeeaaAH at the end is so going to be worth it.

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