Waiting On The World To Change

My niece, Alivia, was born with moderate to severe hearing impairment. Fortunately with all of the testing they do in hospitals when babies are born these days, her condition was discovered before she even came home. At six months she got her first pair of hearing aids and with them in she can hear well enough to pick up on sounds around her and, most importantly, voices.

Although she is ahead in almost all areas of development, spending the first six months of her life with very limited hearing caused Alivia to fall behind in speech development. She has picked up some sign language and now a speech therapist comes to work with her three times a week. With a lot of work, she will have full use of spoken language.

Since we found out about Alivia's condition, I have felt that God blessed us in specially preparing us to welcome a hearing impaired child into the family. My mom studied sign language in college and my parents fostered a young deaf boy when Erin and I were kids, so we all have a bit of signing background and were familiar with the special challenges that come along with having a hearing impaired family member.

What we've learned over the past 13 months, and particularly since Alivia got her hearing aids, is how many people have or know somebody with similar conditions. Most people are curious and kind, however there are those occasions when one becomes shocked by the lingering ignorance in this day and age.

This week Erin took Alivia to the doctor and had to see somebody in the practice other than her regular pediatrician. When this doctor - not a specialist, but somebody you'd think would have some knowledge of hearing impairment - was done examining Alivia, he asked Erin if she would be able to speak in the future. She told him that yes, she could hear fairly well with her aids and receives speech therapy. His response? "At least she won't be deaf and stupid."

It breaks my heart to think that my sweet, beautiful little girl will have to deal with such ignorance her whole life. This one's for Alivia:

I got the video from my mom's blog.

Things To Look Forward To:

• A much overdue haircut this Friday with my old stylist who changed salons, prompting me to try somebody new who I did not like. On top of that, it turns out her new salon is way closer to my apartment.
• Taking a personal day off work next Friday to spend with Erin, Alivia and other family on my dad's side, followed by a 70th anniversary celebration for my grandparents on Saturday.
• A trip to the spa with Johnathan's mom and sister on the 30th, that we finally (almost a year after we gave them the gift certificates, which are dangerously close to expiring) managed to schedule today.
• Planning a ski trip for the spring with Erin. It was just an idea, but it looks like it's really going to happen!

Today is a good "taking care of me" day.

Cake Balls

I first heard about cake balls a few months ago. They are basically just cake that is mashed up and mixed in with icing, which you then form in balls and coat with chocolate or bark. Sounds like they'd be delicious! When The Pioneer Woman posted about them for Halloween I decided it was time to see what all the fuss was about. Last week, my cousin Holli and I tried them out and here are the results:

We used red velvet cake mix from a box. It helped me solidify the opinion that when it comes to red velvet, if it isn't from scratch, it just isn't worth it. But we were spoiled because our grandma made THE BEST red velvet cake. She was famous for it...at least at church, which counts in my book.

Again, we cheated by using canned cream cheese frosting and again, I think it would have been so much better if we'd made it ourselves or just gone with a different flavor combination. I didn't read the ingredient list, but I'm pretty sure there is neither cream cheese, nor cream cheese flavor in the icing we used.

Forming the balls is messy business. It was getting late and Holli was hopped up on Vicodin for a lung infection she is recovering from. We found a joke about being "caught red-handed" entirely too funny.

I neglected to take any pictures of the coating process - mostly because my hands were covered in vanilla bark and it's a time sensitive business.

Final verdict? They were pretty good. As I've said, I think they would have been better in a different flavor combination or if we'd had the time and desire to make them from scratch. If an occasion arises again where cake balls are appropriate, I am willing to give them another try. If nothing else, it's fun to spend an evening getting messy and consuming sugar.

The Great Somnambulist!

I have had sleep issues my whole life. When I was little, my parents suspected I had narcolepsy- once I was tired, I would fall asleep instantly even if I was in the middle of doing something else. When I was maybe five or six, I fell asleep on the toilet in the middle of the day. My mom has a picture of me at around four sleeping in Bampa's (my grandfather) recliner with a half-eaten popsicle hanging from my mouth. (I've always appreciated that they took time to grab the camera before removing the cold, melting food from my face.) Today I have a little more control over when and where I fall asleep, but most of my friends know that if we watch a movie past 8:00 at night, I will not be conscious at the end of it. I fall asleep in the car, in movie theaters, at concerts, even at work a few times when I was on the 6PM to 6AM shift.

I've also long had the problem of talking and walking in my sleep. According to those who have witnessed it, I sometimes babble on and on in a totally incoherent language, I sometimes answer questions with nonsensical, off-the-wall responses and I sometimes carry on full, coherent conversations, with absolutely no recollection. I've talked to my dad on the phone more than once without ever really waking up. The scenario is generally that somebody believes they have woken me and are talking to me normally, while I remain unconscious, but look and act as if I'm awake. I am also usually very agitated during these exchanges, which I've read is common for people who experience it.

One weekend a couple of years ago, I spent a night out at Johnathan's parents' house. They had gone to bed and he and I were watching TV on the couch when I, of course, dozed off. He roused me and suggested that I head to the guest room, since I obviously wasn't enjoying the show. God knows what I said to him, but apparently I was very hostile before ultimately going to bed as he wanted. The next morning he was acting noticeably aggravated, so I asked him what the heck was wrong with him. He told me he just couldn't figure out what he had done to make me act so mean to him the night before and he was hurt by the way I treated him. I assured him I had no idea what he was talking about and that is how he came to learn of my little sleep quirk.

Living alone for the past 3 1/2 years, I usually have no idea if I'm talking or walking around at night. All I can do is go to sleep and hope that I don't leave the apartment, burn it down or offend anybody unconsciously. However, there are times when I leave evidence of my nighttime adventures. When it happens, it usually occurs several nights in a row and I will wake up to something obviously different than the way I left it the night before.

This morning when I was about to get in the shower I reached up to take off the necklace I always wear, only to find that it was not around my neck. I knew I hadn't taken it off, so it had to have broken and I was terrified searching the house. Finally, as I was on the verge of calling my cousin Holli to ask if it had come off at her place last night, I found it in my purse along with a bra and a dog toy. It just so happens that is the exact place I found nail polish, polish remover, nail file and cotton pads a couple of mornings ago.

Great Expectations

When I used to think about what I wanted in a husband, I had realistic expectations. I never needed anybody who was rich or gorgeous or any superlatives one might come up with. All I ever wanted was somebody who was enough. Somebody who would love me enough, who was smart enough, who was funny enough, who was handsome enough, with whom I had enough in common.

Three years ago today, my new friend Johnathan and I went to see an Ansel Adams exhibit at the HRC. I had been wanting to see it, but didn't really have anybody to go with and he was into photography, so we went. After viewing the exhibit, neither of us was ready to go home, so we decided to head downtown and take a walk on Town Lake. The Celtic Festival was in full swing, and we were serenaded by the music of it as we strolled along the water talking about everything and nothing and enjoying comfortable silences. We were having such a great time, that we decided to have dinner at Katz's before going our separate ways. By the time we parted that evening, we both knew that there was much more than friendship between us. Months later, I would ask him when he thinks we actually started dating and he gave the answer that was already in my head. It was that day - November 5, 2005.

In Johnathan I found so much more than my "reasonable expectations." I wanted somebody who would love me enough and got somebody who loves me better than anybody in the world. I wanted somebody who was smart enough and I got somebody who challenges me, teaches me and opens himself up to learn from me too. I wanted somebody who was funny enough and I got somebody who can make me laugh any time, no matter how hard I resist. I wanted somebody who was handsome enough and I got somebody who melts me with his eyes and takes me away in his strong arms. I wanted somebody with whom I had enough in common and I got somebody who shares my values and takes interest in all of my hobbies.

I was blessed the day that I met Johnathan. If the slightest factor of either of our lives had been different that day, we would never had known the other existed. I truly believe that God wanted us to meet each other, to love each other and to build a life and a family together to His glory . It has not always been easy and I know there will be plenty of struggles ahead, but I thank Him for my soul mate every day. Happy 3rd Anniversary, My Sweet Babboo!

Thanks to Erin...

for the photographic evidence of us as Jem and Kimber.

I Love Politics

...yet I am SO ready for this election to finally be over with. I think everybody I know feels the same way too. However, this is too adorable and gives me hope in our children's education and for the future of having educated voters.



I love the rap and they are just too cute.