I stood in front of my son listening and listening, and I still couldn't understand what he said. He calmly repeated the word over and over. I felt horrible. I wanted to understand more.
"Boooey," he said, again. He opened his hand and placed the palm in front of his mouth, as if you were to blow on it, exhibiting patience with me as if he was the speech therapist and I was the student.
ASL is a beautiful language.I love it and enjoy being with Deaf friends and using the language for chat, catching up on gossip, joking and having deep conversation that I cannot have with hearing people. There is a constant conversation flow, many topics, laughter, all without voice.Perfect. There is something you should know about ASL....more
There are days (and nights) when I could happily give Piggle back to the circus he evidently came from -- the past 24 hours, being a perfect example of this, but then there are also those moments when he completely blows me out of the water. It’s times like that when I realize how amazing he is and how lucky I am to be his mommy.
I’ve been teaching the boy sign language since day one....more
Oh, c'mon. Seriously?
Congratulations Grand Islands School District for protecting all those innocent children from "any instrument...that looks like a weapon," - including that little three year old's sign language name! Whew.. dodged that (nonexistent) bullet! But wait!! His name is "Hunter"!! Why - that implies the use of weapons!...more
There is a large sign-language training program in Tucson, Arizona. I know this because in the year that I lived in that town, people would practically pee in their pants when they saw my ginormous hearing aids. They'd start to sign furiously. They refused to talk to me unless I was looking directly at them. It was pretty annoying. ...more
trippity traipsing Helena recently posted this, and I think it's hilarious so I just have to re-post it. It's so nice sometimes to have a laugh at someone like Gwyneth Paltrow's expense. What comes out of her mouth has the power to amaze me... but not as much as what she writes....more
It's Monday and I'm back to work. The sky is nearly black outside my window. The rain is pummeling the pavement. Puddles are overtaking parking places. But none of that matters. Nothing can darken my spirit today. I am filled with light. I just spent four days at home with my boys.
Yes, we ate homemade stuffing and green bean casserole. Yes, we went shopping. Yes, we raked leaves, decorated our blue spruce, made leftover turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce, broke the wishbone, made fires in the fireplace, baked ...more