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I wish I had decent video when my kids were young. They did the silliest stuff that only we, as parents, could appreciate. In the ‘olden’ days (as the kids call it) there was no digital video. The only video we got of the kids was VHS and I mean FULL SIZE VHS TAPE RECORDERS, which meant that the recorder was the size of a professional movie camera. Up on my shoulder, a 35 pound monolith. There was no quick ‘grab a shot’ in those days.

Lloyd, my son in law, got a little, teeny, tiny digital video recorder for Xmas and caught the G-babes on tape yesterday. I find both recording enthralling, enlightening, fascinating and enjoyable! You may not. However, I also find it fascinating that both recordings were like deja-vu for me; as each of them reminded me of an exact moment with their mother or their uncle, that was so nearly identical I was 21/24 again.


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See what happens when your computer is dead and you are on vacation (thus not at work, where you should be working not blogging-ok I’ll be honest, I am at work and blogging. I was yesterday also)?

Remember that horrible news we got about Butterball’s hearing back at the beginning of the month? Well, she went for her follow up with the specialist and they performed a more invasive test (which included putting something into her ear canal) and Abbracadabra: She has perfect hearing in both ears. Possibly it was fluid in her ear still from birth (which the first doc said was impossible, but hey we all make mistakes right?

So hip, hip hooray! Now Butterball can hear all the stuff her big sister is running around screaming all day!!!
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I wish you all a very, very Merry Christmas. Just a quick entry here because God is Great and Jesus is the reason for the season:

As followers know, Ladybug had some issues at birth and some issues this past summer. For a beautiful little girl who is four months short of three, her language is significantly statistically behind her age group. She is scheduled to begin speech therapy in January. She talks to us non-stop, however, we only can get a few words here and there and they are mostly guesses which she corrects if we are wrong. Not many sentences. And never sentences strung together. But today she stopped in a room full of people and toys and excitement and said:

“Tank u Momma. Tank u Santa. Thi’s awesome!”

It was the most beautiful sound we have ever heard. God Bless you all and I hope your day was just as amazing!!!

PS: The “awesome” was said with such a distinct Jersey accent we were very confused, since she was born and raised in SoCal. It just made it all the more adorable.

I am that big of a sad, sad sack. I have written about how much you all have come to mean to me and really, truly friends do help the world go ’round. This ‘forced and unacceptable’ blogging break is nearly breaking me. I have family that I love, adore and would not trade for anything in the world, but I need adult friends and input and I get that from you. Ok, enough self pity….I want to wish each and every one of you a very special and blessed season and New Year. I love many of of you deeply and wonderfully. May God grant each of and every one of you a blessed holiday. Thanks be to God for all of my little blessings and gifts, including my friends here: AT, Mrs. Eaves, Bos, Wacky Mommy, Damama, JenWright, PigpenJuicebox, MastaG, Ladyfriend AKA, Allisone, Sumgirl, Marlee, Mimi, Mallory, Frigga, Nononsense Girl, Cindi, Mishelle, Lesley, Harlekwin, Christine, Nicholas, Damozel, Jeff, Shelly, Jessica and Xakara. I want each and every one of you to know that you helped me this year. To grow and live and enjoy. Know that you touched someone and helped someone grow because of what you say and what you do. You help shape the world. Now for some needed reasons to go on, no matter what…..more darn adorable gkid pics (PS Santa, please , please bring me a power cord for my laptop):

Because that is LOVE and LOVE is the season.

I love you all. God Bless.

Wordless Wednesday Just Below.

(Edited: I am moving this to the top, because I need a third winner AND no one answered my questions!!!)

I have a question for you my adorable internettys with vast and varied knowledge. As mentioned on my last TT, I am not sleeping well. Part of it is stress and a large part of it is the goshawful mattress that I have. But I am not sure that the pain that keeps me awake is just the durned ol’ mattress. I have always had some problems with my back. I have mild scoliosis and every few years my back just goes kaput. Lately I have added some kind of severe hip pain to the mix also. (more…)

Mary Did You Know
Michael English

Mary did you know
That your baby boy will one day walk on water?
Mary did you know
That your baby boy will save our sons and daughters?
Did you know
That your baby boy has come to make you new?
This child that you’ve delivered
Will soon deliver you

Mary did you know
That your baby boy will give sight to a blind man?
Mary did you know
That your baby boy will calm the storm with his hand?
Did you know
That your baby boy has walked where angels trod?
And when you kiss your little baby
You’ve kissed the face of God

Mary did you know?
The blind will see
The deaf will hear
The dead will live again
The lame will leap
The dumb will speak
The praises of the Lamb

Mary did you know
That your baby boy is Lord of all creation?
Mary did you know
That your baby boy will one day rule the nations?
Did you know
That your baby boy is heaven’s perfect Lamb?
This sleeping child you’re holding
Is the Great I Am.

This Sunday, December 9th at 7pm light a candle…see Compassionate Friends for details

On a previous post I wrote Nannygoat’s response was

I just feel like I was ripped off. I have two beautiful children and both of them are destined to live difficult lives. Why would god do this to my family? I was so careful not to do a single thing wrong the entire pregnancy and this still happened. There are women out there that abuse drugs and alcohol during their pregnancy and still somehow manage to have perfectly healthy children (most of them don’t but a few do) and I just think, why…why are these things happening to my kids? Why do they have to happen to any kids, god?

My thoughts, as best I can explain them:

God didn’t do anything. He created mankind and all living beings and allowed all things free will (which to me means we and the world evolved into who/what we are now). Jesus came and taught us about God’s love for us and how we had choices in life, and about how to appeal to Him in our hour of need. Some of what happens to us in life (as infants or adults) is a combination of variables. Luck, a massive combining of two peoples’ genetic material, the growing of that material in changing and differing conditions all of which we have no control over. Nor does God assert control. He allows nature to take its course. Why? We don’t know. I know that with faith and prayer, he will sometimes intervene and create a miracle (or two). But maybe he allows nature to take its course because one persons burden is another’s gift? Would Helen Keller have accomplished all that she did if God had not allowed her to be born deaf and blind? Robert Jarvik wanted to be an architect, but because of the heart attack his father suffered he turned to medicine and developed the artificial heart. People like Abraham Lincoln, Winston Churchill, Theodore Roosevelt, Vincent van Gogh, Charles Dickens, Ernest Hemingway, Sylvia Plath, Leo Tolstoy, Virginia Woolf, Patty Duke, Ludwig Beethoven, Wolfgang Mozart, Gioacchino Rossini, George Frederick Handel, who suffered from mental illnesses but who created great works. Maybe God allows these kinds of things because there is infinite opportunity for both of these girls to become/create/mother/cure/inspire something great in the world?

Thinking about writing this it sounded much clearer and sensible, but I am just not that great at putting it into words. What do you say, my internettys? I cannot answer Nannygoat, but can we comfort her?

Shortly on the heels of the gem below and my self revelations from it, Nannygoat called. The day that Butterball was discharged from the hospital after her birth, she did not pass the infant hearing screening. I haven’t discussed this issue here at all because, truth be told, I had a gut feeling about it and didn’t want Nannygoat to worry. They don’t call it a test, they call it a screening and they don’t call it failing, the calling it not passing. The nurse apparently didn’t like that Butterball didn’t pass, so she repeated the screening five times, all with the same results. When Nannygoat followed up two days later, her pediatrician informed her what I had already researched: that only 10% of newborns who have a problem with the screening ever end up with any permanent problems, most commonly it is fluid in the canal. I am usually the most optomistic of people when it comes to these things, but I couldn’t shut up my gut. So instead, I shut up myself. Denial is a beautiful river.

In our world of modern medicine, lengthy red-tape, and insurance required referrals time passed as we tried to get her in. Finally, today, Butterball was tested. Not screened, but tested. The results showed she is deaf in one ear. Now there is a possibility that a hearing aide may help or even surgery could correct it; I am not giving in yet. We have another appointment on the 19th where I hope we will learn more. But Nannygoat took this very hard.

She said she hates it when people say Ladybug is lucky, that it could be worse. She said if Ladybug was really lucky she would be perfect. I have to disagree. They are all lucky. Genetics and such are just a roll of the dice. Sure the odds are in our favor, but they are just odds. God gave us free will and nature takes its course.

Now don’t get me wrong, I believe in miracles. In my belief, God allows life to “happen.” But He can and does intervene at times. I am lucky enough to have witnessed two such miracles in just the last few years. God also allowed man to become whatever we evolved into, including doctors and researchers and chemist and such. I have faith and we will get through this, as we have everything else. So we got a bad roll this turn, there is always another.

I found this at MammaLee’s and followed to this about the radio show and a response from his mom. In the last few months, I have felt the loss of not one, but two of my beloved long time pets and several other losses (perceived or real) and I was just so touched by this young man’s heart and his faith. I had the sudden realization that I had misplaced some fundamental part of who I am and what I need to be.

Thursday Thirteen is just below

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