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June 30, 2006

second cup of coffee while trying to distract small child from attacking my desk

I am definitely not a Packer. I can find a ton more interesting things to do. And I can't ever judge how much time it'll take, so what usually happens is that I think I have way more time than I actually do and then end up throwing things pell-mell into a box, completely disorganized. Thankfully, I did marry a Packer. A move happens in our family entirely thanks to my husband. To my credit, I do manage to rise to the occasion on the other end and can be good about organizing things into a New World Order.

We're moving tomorrow. But since we're moving out of my in-law's house, the pressure is not on to get every last little smidge of things plus cleaning. Chris has taken some stuff over, and after surveying things yesterday, he and our friend looked at the walls in the living room and decided to patch the plaster and paint it today. I doubt Chris would've decided to do it on such last notice, but Phil said, "Yea! We can do it!! I'll be here first thing to help you!" So Chris called the guy sort of in charge right now to make that this would be okay, and if it would be alright if we could paint it any color. The guy asked what color we had in mind. We want some hue of orange, but I told the guy terracotta, because that sounds better than orange (and that's actually the kind of orange I'm into anyway). And he was like "umm...yea, better stick to like an offwhite or pale yellow." He called back 10 minutes later, "My wife said terracotta was fine." So we get our orange! Yay!

Okay, this is so turning into a different post I intended, because I wanted to write about a book and a movie. We won't get our internet established until July 11, so I may be scarce around here for awhile. Hopefully, I can survive such a dry spell. Ellis is so like "mom, quit typing" so I'm outie, folks.

June 29, 2006

guess what we're doing this weekend?

MOVING!!!!!

More details later...

I'll give you a hint. It's only about 5 minutes away.

June 28, 2006

still alive

I have such lame titles for my entries. I hate titles. Oh well.

Well, anyway, yesterday turned out alright. My mom couldn't come after all. After thinking about it, we decided to drive. It worked out that Chris could drive to the hospital and then take the train to where he needed to go. I was glad we did it that way, because Ellis was so loopy when we were done.

The most difficult part of the MRI is the sedation. Not eating beforehand and all. Ellis actually did pretty well. He had a good morning nap, and then we were ready to go. Being distracted with traveling helped.

When we got there his vitals were taken and then I got him dressed in the hospital purple baby pajamas, and they gave him the sedation stuff orally, wh. was pretty rough because the stuff tasted nasty. Poor guy. And I rocked him until he went to sleep.

I couldn't go in with him, because they have to keep a pretty controlled environment. So I was left with a little time on my hands, and no book!! I never carry a book around anymore, because I'm always busy with Ellis. How I wished I had brought my book! I'm in the middle of Oliver Twist, and it would've been prime reading time. So I got some coffee and chilled in the waiting room, listening to and participating in small talk between parents.

He was done shortly, because they only had to get a scan of the temporal bones (the ears). And then they let him sleep off his sedation. Another hour! (Book, where art thou!?) The nurse asked if I wanted a magazine, but the only ones she could find were some kind of Women's Weekly thing and Ebony. I looked at them both for awhile. Made a few phone calls, and then my loopy boy woke up.

He was all wobbly coming off the sedation. I nursed him right away, dressed him, and then fed him some applesauce. He looked drunk and couldn't hold his head up. So funny. When we brought him home, I had to carry him around for the rest of the evening, because when we set him down, he went plop onto the floor.

We had a baby shower here last night, so I helped to clean up with Ellis on my hip. A bit too tired for the shower, but that was a nice time, too.

So the day turned out alright. The traffic wasn't too bad. I'll probably still take the train for regular visits, but it's nice to know that driving isn't too awful. That'll probably be the most difficult visit until (if) he has the actual cochlear implant surgery. Don't know when that will be yet, since we are still at the beginning stages of getting all the tests done.

June 26, 2006

what they don't tell you when you sign up for this job of life

..is that as you get older, you get busier and have more responsibilities, yet you have less energy. Blah.

Tomorrow I'm taking Ellis for an MRI of the temporal bones. They have to check the anatomy of the ear before cochlear implants. Chris was going to go with me, but he has an interview at a placement agency. Thankfully, my mom can go with me, because this time I've overwhelmed at the prospect of another trip to the hospital. It'll be the fourth time this month! He'll have to be sedated for the MRI, which means no food for 6 hours in advance. Now, who wants to take the Wiggliest One-Year Old in the World on a 1/2 hr regional rail ride when he's teething and hasn't had any food? Meanwhile, wrestling stroller around the train, and it will likely be pouring rain. And when Ellis comes off his sedaiton, he'll likely be loopy. Loopy One-Year-Old. And I'm fighting some kind of bug. Thanks, thanks, thanks to my wonderful mother dear who will get to share this burden with me.

I've been pretty cool with all the hospital stuff. Ellis is usually a pretty good trooper, and the past couple of times, we've been able to make it a fun outing with picnic afterwards. But I'm a bit more worried about tomorrow. It's a bigger test, a bigger trip. If you think of us, say a prayer.

But now I must go to the Ultimate Act of Love, that is hemming my hubby's pants for his interview tomorrow. (Hemming is like My Least Favorite Thing EVER!)

June 25, 2006

been busy

With birthdays and baby showers looming and a thinning wallet, I put my creative fingers to work yesterday and came up with pretty good results, if I do say so myself.

First task was making burp cloths for up-coming baby shower at church. I have a pile of perfectly good bath towels saved from a relative who was getting rid of them for newer, fluffier ones to match a new home decor. I've tucked them away for crafts for a couple of years. (I ultimately have a picnic blanket of sorts in mind, but we'll see.) One did come in handy as material for a burp cloth. 'Cause, face it, when the baby really gets burping, these small, flimsy things falter in the face of the deluge. When Ellis was at his burping prime, I tended to use bathroom handtowels anyway.

And on a recent trip to Lancaster, I bagged some really sweet fabric scraps from my mom's stash in the attic, so this project ended up costing me $0.00. Just the way I like it! ;-)

Since the shower is for someone who doesn't know if she is having a boy or girl, I tried to find colors that would go either way. I handstitched the animal faces before sewing them on. Then I used a little fusible web to attach and then carefully zigzaged around them with the machine (it's tricky zigzagging around all those curves!).

I thought they turned out pretty cute:

Next project was the Freezer Paper Stencil revisited. It's Chris's birthday this week, so I made him a penguin Tshirt in honor of his operating system. Yea, he runs Linux, and the official mascot is a penguin. And, well, I just didn't really want to by the Tshirt of a penguin kicking Bill Gates's butt. I got the penguin pic off of veer.com. (Thanks, katie!)


June 23, 2006

it could be a meme

I wanted to put up a picture of baby Ellis in honor of his birthday, and now found the CD the baby pics are stored on. In light of the pic that Sarah put up (sorry I missed A's), I think I will post a pic of Ellis and me...no matter how crappy I look. He is 6 days old. Here's to sweet babies and happy mamas.

June 21, 2006

more blog-y more read-y

So Susan Wise Bauer is becoming something of a celebrity in my little circle. For all les intellectuelles who would homeschool and/or fill in literary gaps (as is my case). And she has a blog: The History of the (Whole) World, named after her book that's coming out by Norton. Hey, she's making timelines. That makes her alright with me. I'm keeping my distance until I get to know her better, though. She's got the smarts, but does have the jive?

June 20, 2006

one year stats

So I took Ellis for his one year checkup yesterday. He's been so healthy that, thankfully, this is just routine. More doctors poking into his ears. Poor thing. Our pediatrician is a great lady operating from a basement office in her home for years and years and years. She has her system, and it works. And it doesn't involve computers. Computers make older generations feel insecure; lack of computers makes me feel insecure. But she's personable, friendly, down to earth, and cares for each patient with an attention to the individual that is sadly often lacking in the medical world today. For instance, she called the audiologist on her own just to check on thing. The audiologist was shocked; she said that she had never received a call from a pediatrician. So even though the pediatrician sometimes is a crazy, old lady who can never understand what I say on the phone, she rocks.

She doesn't pay too much attention to percentiles, as long as the kid as growing healthy and steadily. Every once in a while she charts it and lets me know. Yesterday, I was surprised at how little weight Ellis had gained, just under three pounds in the last three months, not quite breaking 20 lbs. He's been getting so heavy that I thought for sure he was somewhere in the mid-20s. Nope. But his height!!! He has leaped up. He was in the 90th percentile for height and 20th for weight. Now if I were the Weigers fam, this would not surprise me, but Chris and I are not tall people. He is a nice average height, and coming in at 5'2", I'm short; I shop in the petite section. So maybe Ellis got some latent tall genes along with his blue eyes.

June 18, 2006

Freezer Paper Stencil

I love blogosphere. You can find cool stuff by cool people. More creative things than I could ever think of on my own. Since katiek (infinitely more artistique than I) started getting into freezer paper stencils, I've been itching to try it myself. In light of my last project, I wanted to keep in the same ASL art theme.

For Father's Day, I made Chris a shirt that said "I love you".

June 15, 2006

Happy Birthday, Ellis!

Getting ready for the party. Splashing in puddles and eating ice left over from making ice cream.

"Hello, everyone, thank you for coming to my par-tay!" Ellis is incredibly social and totally loved the company and attention.

Opening prezzies. Thanks everyone!!

Recent goings on

On the train to CHOP for hearing test

Picnic on Penn's campus after another CHOP appt (campus next door to hospital)

Love these gates:

waving at passersby


June 9, 2006

Five Years

Yesterday was our Fifth Anniversary. Yay!
We've grown a lot in the past five years, and I'm eager to see what the next years bring. As always, I'm just so thankful that I got the best husband in the world!!! And this past year, it's been fun watching ourselves become parents. Hello! Life has changed!

Last year, when we went out for our anniversary, it ended up being our last date pre-kid, and I spent it finding restrooms. A week later, Ellis was born. Last night we enjoyed a nice evening in center city. Taking up a friend's suggestion, we went to an Indian restaurant with a $10 dinner buffet. Woohoo! That place was hilarious, between the flashing Christmas lights and cheesy Indian music videos, the ambiance was perfect. The food was pretty decent, too. I didn't feel like I got more than I paid for in terms of quality, but I enjoyed it. It is definitely going to be added to the list of Ethnic Restaurants that Make Wonderful, Inexpensive Dates.

The downside is that opposed to two and half hour meals at the Italian restaurants we've been to (which, financially, really can only be once a year events), dinner was a lickety-split affair, and we were out of there while it was still light even! We were going to walk around and maybe get some gelato, but it was cold and raining, so we went to Borders instead and hung out in their cafe for a little bit.

We had such a wonderful evening together. It was so nice just to be able to talk, unencumbered by the distractions of home and a cute kid.

When we got home we were going to snuggle up and watch a movie, but then we got distracted with our Latest Project. Last time our Deaf Mentor came, he brought a few videos, including one of story books being read in ASL. We don't really like how that video was done and were talking about different ways of doing it. Well, since we are currently borrowing a digital video recorder (but we have to give it back today), we thought we'd try it ourselves. So we got all set up and recorded Goodnight, Moon in ASL. It took several tries, including my getting more fluid with the signing/reading. I think our end result was pretty good for one rather late night's work. It was a fun way to end our anniversary.

June 6, 2006

birthday boys


Peace, Baby!

Ever since Lynn made guitar undies for Josiah, I've been intrigued by the possibilities of iron-on printer paper. So recently I got my chance to have a go with the medium. Except not. Because I got the wrong paper. What I got was printable fabric. So I thought I was making an iron-on transfer and here I was stuck with a nicely printed piece of fabric at 9 pm and a birthday party the next day (today). Uum..

So I had to improvise a little. I used fusible web (my favorite "sewing" thing ever, because you don't have to sew!) and fused the names onto the shirts. But they looked just pasted on, and kind of weird. My mother-in-law suggested that I sew an zig-zag applique stitch around it. At first I was dubious, but when they looked weird, I thought I'd try, and she was right. It really looked good after that. (so I had to sew after all, which wasn't so bad) And because I had already fused them on, the Tshirt fabric wasn't difficult to work with.

I made one for Ellis and his two friends, who are all turning one within a couple of weeks of each other. Charlie's turned out best, so the detail from his shirt is below. Ellis's is a little crooked. :-P Too late now.


June 5, 2006

My beautiful sister

All hail the conquering graduate!

I'm very proud of my sister who just graduated from high school. She's worked hard, while plagued with minor health issues and frustrating social circumstances. And she's done well, reaping the benefits of her diligence!

She's going to Covenant in the fall and is very excited about it. I'm happy for her, and I hope she has great time as I did.

Last high-school graduation

My youngest sister graduated from high school on Saturday! Woohoo!!! She's the last of us five, and my parents' dream of an empty nest is starting to materialize. Heh, heh. ;-) It was fun that all of us siblings could be there: me, Nick, Mary, Sam, and Luisa. A couple of my aunts and their families were there, too, including my mom's youngest sister, who is six years older than me. That means that I'm closer in age to my Aunt Jenny than my youngest sister who just graduated (well, closer than Sam, too). I also just found out that courtesy of Aunt Jenny, my grandma is having grandbabies and great-grandbabies at the same time. Haha! Yay! Though I personally don't want a lot of kids, it is a lot of fun being part of a big family. (Not to mention the fact, that I conveniently have relatives practically anywhere I want to go.)

Over the weekend I realized that I'm going to have to get used to something else, too: Fickle Summer. It finally got hot around here last week. I ditched my jeans, grabbed my shorts, and never looked back, until *bam!* I was hit in the face with a cold front on Saturday, totally unprepared. So I'll have to remember that the temperature fluctuates a lot in the summer.

This weekend also marked another mile stone. A year ago we rolled into Pennsylvania from New Orleans, with my little Honda hatchback packed to the gills with our worldly belongings and my belly bulging with immanent Ellis. I said then, and I say now, it takes about a year to get over the emotional trauma of a move like that, and that's about right. I feel a little bit more like I'm a part of Here, and less a part of There. We have good friends and family and church, and though we still have plenty of questions about what's next in life, we don't feel quite so lost.

June 2, 2006

Wherein we are intervened

The Early Intervention services we get for Ellis are really great. It's wonderful that the county will provide all that he needs to give him a good start. Every other week a woman comes from a local School for the Deaf, and she has been wonderful, bringing helpful resources, giving us good ideas, and just talking with us, as we begin to navigate this new world of the deaf.

But then there is the office who coordinates it all, at Early Intervention headquarters. They came out for the initial visit, and we devised a service plan based on what we wanted to happen for Ellis, which focuses primarily on his communication development. They came yesterday for the six month review of this plan.

Can I just vent? the Early Intervention HQ is so annoying! First, the review was supposed to happen in April. So about ten days into the month, they call me asking for this to be set up, and I'm like Hello! I'm in Louisiana for the rest of the month!. Weeks went by between phone calls, because our Service Coordinator didn't coordinate anything! I was calling our teacher trying to figure out good times, trying to find good times for, and trying to find good times for the coordinator. The teacher (I'll just call her S), was like hello! isn't that the coordinator's job? why is she leaving you to do it?. So anyway, the beginning of June, yesterday, we finally had this six month (now eight) review.

I don't really like our coordinator to begin with. I don't really know how to describe her, but it's like she has no imagination, a flat personality; the type of person who you have to be careful not to use large vocabulary words around. The most annoying part is that coordinators are essentially paper pushers who possess the keys of the system, so they treat us, the family, as an element to be fit into the system. If you try to talk to them outside their little notebook, you may as well be speaking another language, because they cannot think outside the box. Our family is outside the box. We're just outside the box kind of people.

I love our teacher S, because she gets us.

Before the meeting, I took some time to write down our desires/objectives whatever their language calls them, and how I thought they could best meet our needs given Ellis's particular situation. I knew I would have difficulty getting a word in during their visit, so I wanted our desires to be as clearly articulated as possible. S was thrilled with what I had written, the Service Coordinators put it in their files and forgot about them. Couldn't they have filled their forms out based on what I had written? Is it just too outside the box?

Deafness gets lumped into Special Needs for service provision. Well, it is a kind of special need, but it is different from needs, such as autism or down's syndrome. It is low incidence, as S put it. The main need that needs to be met with a deaf child is communication.

Communication is a social, with another language comes another culture. Meeting Ellis's needs not only means that we provide him means of communication in ASL and English, but that we give him access to the cultures both languages live in, deaf culture and hearing culture. Whether or not you thing loss of hearing is enough basis for another culture is irrelevant, because it exists, and has been the source of much encouragement and happiness for thousands of deaf people in this country. Why wouldn't I want my son to have that? But even more I don't want his deafness to be a source of alienation from us, his hearing parents.

We want to be part of his early experiences with deaf culture, so that he knows we'll always be part of his life.* So I asked the intervention people to include a center-based activity at the deaf school as part of his Service Plan. After all, communication is social, and Ellis's services are all about communication. Whenever we do go to the school for the random occasion, Ellis loves being there. He loves watching people signing (something we can't provide very much of, though we're learning). He just lights up whenever we're at the school. It makes sense to include that time in our service plan.

Well, we were shut down so fast I didn't even see it coming. The Service Coordinators stated firmly, only home-based services allowed, period, because the home is the natural environment. period. This is where it is difficult to include Deafness with other special needs, because it is unique. There's a real sense, where being with other deaf people IS a natural environment. There's different communication happening. S tried to open channels to at least talk about it with the Service Coordinators, but they absolutely refused to talk about. It's outside the box. It was frustrating and demeaning. We're smart people, you know. Anyway, when Service Coordinators left, we and S all breathed a sigh of relief. She said that there was more to it than they were letting on and will help us to figure out what to do to appeal it. I'm not really keen on being a trailblazer. But Ellis really loves being there. Someone is signing to him the minute we walk in the door. He gets so excited. I mean, it's way better than his DVD.

I'm interested in studying more about communication and culture in general and how much they impact eachother.

I need to get moving, though. We're off to Lancaster for my little sister's high school graduation. Woohoo!

*One thing we discovered when we went to a cochlear implant info meeting at the school is that implants don't have to change the culture. People can hear better with them, but also continue to enjoy the rich communication/culture ASL brings them. We like that. So if Ellis gets an implant, this cultural aspect doesn't get mooted.

June 1, 2006

Ol' Palyatchee

One of my favorite comedic songs is a parody of Pagliacci by Spike Jones, loosely based on the tune "Vesti la giuba" (or "invest in a tuba") from the opera except for the part where it's loosely based on the tune "Sabre Dance" by Kachaturian. My sister asked me for the lyrics, so I typed them out and checked them with the recording. Since I couldn't them anywhere else on the internet, here they are (and so I don't forget, for future reference):

Palyatchee

When we was in the city, we was wonderin' where to go.
The sign spelled out "pagliacci" up in lights above the show.
We thought it'd be a Western, 'til the stage lit up with lights, and
ninety-seven people sung without a horse in sight!
We couldn't understand them 'cause spoke a foreign (fur-in) tongue,
but we can give you some idea of what we think they sung...

*mimicking opera voice* "Ridi, Pagliacio!! Sul tu'amore infranto"

All at once there's a fat guy in a clown suit.
T'ain't Haller-ween, that's for shore.
Then this here feller, this Punchy Neller,
Begins to beller -- Like we all was deef.

*aaaahhhahaa*

That was Pal-ya-tchee, and he sung:

Invest in a tuba, and somewhere other 'bout Cuba.
He sung about a lady, who weighed two-hunderd and eighty!
When she takes up powder, he just starts chirpin' louder,
he don't do a gol' darn thing, 'cept to stand up there and sing.

When we listen to Pal-ya-tchee,
we get itchy and scratchy.
This sure is topcorn
so we go and buy some popcorn;
we hate to go back
but we can't get our dough back,
Ain't no use complainin'
'cause outside it's a-rainin'.

Seven hours later,
we're still in the darn theater.
Takin' turns a-nappin'
waitin' for somethin' to happen.

Pal-ya-tchee, he ain't hurryin'
but the folks on stage are flurryin'
it sounds like Ketchy-tur-eean's Sabre Dance.

Then ol' Palyatchee finds the guy he seekin' cheek to cheekin' with his wife, he grabs the knife and stabs the louse who stole his spouse, and then he stabs the lady and himself.
T'ain't very sanitary.
They all collapse, but ol Palyatchee sets up then gets up sayin' "I am dyin'! I am dyin! I am dyin'!'" We start cryin', 'cause, to tell the truth, we're dyin', too.

As the footlights fade out,
We see Pagliacci laid out,
but the dagger never caused it.
Pagliacci was plumb exhausted.

*opera voice* "Ridi, Pagliacco! Sul tu'amore in....."

da, da, da dum dum Dah!

because I haven't done a quiz in a while

You Are Lisa Simpson
A total child prodigy and super genius, you have the mind for world domination.

But you prefer world peace, Buddhism, and tofu dogs.

You will be remembered for: all your academic accomplishments

Your life philosophy: "I refuse to believe that everybody refuses to believe the truth"