I attended a funeral earlier this week for a friend who died of cancer. Instead of mourning the death of him, we celebrated his life and the fact that we all know where he is now...He couldn't wait! He knew he would be healed - either here on earth or in heaven.
During the funeral, our pastor talked about living on faith. He talked about Noah being shunned by his friends and neighbors because he was building the arc. Noah was laughed at and made fun of.
But Noah knew he was hearing God speak to him. He knew what God wanted him to do. Noah did what the Lord wanted him to do and he was rewarded for it.
Do you think adoption is a little like this? You hear God speaking to your heart about these children? You see their sweet little faces and know that this is what the Lord is calling you to do?
I have heard all of the comments from many people as we adopt...how much does it cost? I can't believe you are adopting again. Don't you have enough kids...etc, etc.
And there have even been times when I listened. Yes, we do have enough, no we don't need anymore. We could be spending our money on other things.
But then I hear that Voice again. And I see those sweet, precious eyes looking out from the pictures again, and I know, and I will follow.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Yes, she needs sign language
I was asked again, "Why do you have to do sign language with Kaycee? She has hearing aids, right?"
There was even one time this comment was made, "Kaycee's hearing is so good she will not be saddled with sign language all of her life."
Saddled? Interesting that this would be the chosen word when it was from a special education teacher. Actually, this was the head of special ed in my area. HHHmmm...
ANYWAY...Kaycee has been very successful with sign language.
For example, yesterday we were talking about it being warm. I was not signing to her,
I was just talking.
Kaycee looked at me and signed, "Where worm." (I don't like bugs and those types of things, so when I sign bug, snake, etc, I wrinkle my nose. She has also learned to do this. And when she thought there was a worm, she was a little concerned.)
I signed back..."No, there is no worm. It is warm in here." Not getting there was no worm, I signed it was "hot in here."
Yes she says. Hauck...(She has a hard time with "t" at the end of her words.)
Sign language is very important to her language. Spontaneous, expressive signs range in about the 50 word range. I really should make a list.
Receptive signs - I really think she has the same vocabulary I do (in sign language.) 200 words? I really should make a list. :)
So as you can see, even though Kaycee has almost regular hearing with her aids, sign language has been a huge part of her communication.
So, yes, she needs sign language. Will she need it all of her life? Who knows? Probably not. She is actually starting to drop some of the signs that she learned early on where she now knows the spoken word AND can be clearly understood.
Noah on the other hand, will most likely need sign all of his life...if his audiograms are correct - he is not only missing the external part of his ears, one of them is missing the inside also. But we really won't know that until we have him home.
Speaking of this subject...still no LID. UUGGHH!!!! It has been over a month since we were DTC. Oh well. All in God's timing!!! :)
There was even one time this comment was made, "Kaycee's hearing is so good she will not be saddled with sign language all of her life."
Saddled? Interesting that this would be the chosen word when it was from a special education teacher. Actually, this was the head of special ed in my area. HHHmmm...
ANYWAY...Kaycee has been very successful with sign language.
For example, yesterday we were talking about it being warm. I was not signing to her,
I was just talking.
Kaycee looked at me and signed, "Where worm." (I don't like bugs and those types of things, so when I sign bug, snake, etc, I wrinkle my nose. She has also learned to do this. And when she thought there was a worm, she was a little concerned.)
I signed back..."No, there is no worm. It is warm in here." Not getting there was no worm, I signed it was "hot in here."
Yes she says. Hauck...(She has a hard time with "t" at the end of her words.)
Sign language is very important to her language. Spontaneous, expressive signs range in about the 50 word range. I really should make a list.
Receptive signs - I really think she has the same vocabulary I do (in sign language.) 200 words? I really should make a list. :)
So as you can see, even though Kaycee has almost regular hearing with her aids, sign language has been a huge part of her communication.
So, yes, she needs sign language. Will she need it all of her life? Who knows? Probably not. She is actually starting to drop some of the signs that she learned early on where she now knows the spoken word AND can be clearly understood.
Noah on the other hand, will most likely need sign all of his life...if his audiograms are correct - he is not only missing the external part of his ears, one of them is missing the inside also. But we really won't know that until we have him home.
Speaking of this subject...still no LID. UUGGHH!!!! It has been over a month since we were DTC. Oh well. All in God's timing!!! :)
Friday, February 20, 2009
Out of the mouths of babes...
The other day Kylie (5) and I were talking...
Mommy, you have 3 daughters.
No, Kylie, I only have 2.
No, you have 3.
No, Kylie, there are only 2, you are my first and Kaycee is my 2nd.
Nope, you have 3.
Ok, so where is this 3rd daughter of mine?
She is in China with Noah........
Mommy, you have 3 daughters.
No, Kylie, I only have 2.
No, you have 3.
No, Kylie, there are only 2, you are my first and Kaycee is my 2nd.
Nope, you have 3.
Ok, so where is this 3rd daughter of mine?
She is in China with Noah........
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sooooo funny!
I was reading another adoptive mom's blog...I came across this. Granted, it is a little out of season right now but none the less, I had a great big laugh! Hope you will enjoy it too!
Dear Santa,
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed,cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the
doctor's office more than my own doctor and sold
sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant ashade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could
spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to
write this letter with my daughter's red crayon, on the
back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and
who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next
18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache(in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms
that don't hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong
enough to pull my screaming child out of
the candy aisle in the grocery store.I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere
in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year
I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that
only plays adult music, a television that
doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking
animals, and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind
the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll
that says, 'Yes, Mommy' to boost my parental
confidence,
along with two kids who don't fight and
three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without
the use of power tools.I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks
chanting 'Don't eat in the living room' and
'Take your hands off your sister,' because my voice
seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can
only be heard by the dog.
If it's too late to find any of these products,
I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my
hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food
warmer than room temperature without it being served in a
Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few
Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it
be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will
clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you
could coerce my children to help around the house without
demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized
crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is calling and my
daughter saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think
she wants her crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to
leave your wet boots by the door and come in
and dry off so you don't catch a cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat
too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always,
MOM
Dear Santa,
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed,cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the
doctor's office more than my own doctor and sold
sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant ashade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could
spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to
write this letter with my daughter's red crayon, on the
back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and
who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next
18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache(in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms
that don't hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong
enough to pull my screaming child out of
the candy aisle in the grocery store.I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere
in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year
I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that
only plays adult music, a television that
doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking
animals, and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind
the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll
that says, 'Yes, Mommy' to boost my parental
confidence,
along with two kids who don't fight and
three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without
the use of power tools.I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks
chanting 'Don't eat in the living room' and
'Take your hands off your sister,' because my voice
seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can
only be heard by the dog.
If it's too late to find any of these products,
I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my
hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food
warmer than room temperature without it being served in a
Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few
Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it
be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will
clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you
could coerce my children to help around the house without
demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized
crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is calling and my
daughter saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think
she wants her crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to
leave your wet boots by the door and come in
and dry off so you don't catch a cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat
too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always,
MOM
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