What's up with emo girls doing that weird thing with their lips when they have their pictures taken?
Just wondering.
I was looking at scene hair and started feeling pissed off.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
A list: Music videos
Music Videos That Nearly Make Me Hate the Songs I Adore (So I Try To Not Watch Them)
-Secret Smile (Semisonic)
-My Happiness (Powderfinger)
-Crank (Catherine Wheel)
(I'm sure there are more here - I'll just have to add them as I remember them. Perhaps I'm blocking them out in order to protect my psyche....)
Videos That Make Me Love the Songs I Adore Even More
-Closer (Nine Inch Nails)
-Sabotage (Beastie Boys)
-Human Behavior (Bjork)
-Soul Meets Body (Death Cab for Cutie)
-Take On Me (A-Ha)
-Cry Me a River (Justin Timberlake)
-Imagine (John Lennon)
-Natural Blues (Moby)
Videos That Are So Bad, They Make Bad Songs Even More Laughable
-Any song by R. Kelly
-Stars Are Blind (Paris Hilton)
-I'm Too Sexy (Right Said Fred)
-Secret Smile (Semisonic)
-My Happiness (Powderfinger)
-Crank (Catherine Wheel)
(I'm sure there are more here - I'll just have to add them as I remember them. Perhaps I'm blocking them out in order to protect my psyche....)
Videos That Make Me Love the Songs I Adore Even More
-Closer (Nine Inch Nails)
-Sabotage (Beastie Boys)
-Human Behavior (Bjork)
-Soul Meets Body (Death Cab for Cutie)
-Take On Me (A-Ha)
-Cry Me a River (Justin Timberlake)
-Imagine (John Lennon)
-Natural Blues (Moby)
Videos That Are So Bad, They Make Bad Songs Even More Laughable
-Any song by R. Kelly
-Stars Are Blind (Paris Hilton)
-I'm Too Sexy (Right Said Fred)
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Big changes
So much has happened in the last month... no time to blog it all! Here are some highlights:
(1) I quit my job with the Deaf/HOH program. I don't have another job yet. I should say, actually, that I haven't SELECTED another job yet. There are quite a few from which to choose, but I haven't made up my mind. That's what's so great about being an SLP - lots of work!
(2) Lots of parties and get-togethers.... and still more are coming up!
(3) Travelling.
(4) As pertaining to (1), I had to pack up my entire office, the speech closet, etc., as well as finish up end-of-the-year things, such as report cards, IEPs, etc. That was soooooo much work.
More changes to come!
In addition, Colin's speech has just *exploded*. (And he's still using sign, which more and more people are noticing - they're like, "Wow, he signs?" and then they tell me a story about how someone else they know signs and how cool it is.) Today, he shocked me by pointing to the Valentine hearts in the book "Max's Valentine" and saying, "Heart," pointing to his heart, and then, "Two heart." He pointed to the purple one and said, "Mama, mama," and I said, "Purple. Purple heart." He repeated it. Then he pointed to the red one and said, "Red heart." He's doing great!
Turns out he's also a golf prodigy. On our friend Ben's last trip up here about three months ago, we went to the golf store. Colin started trying to putt the ball into the hole, and then once he figured that out, he started handicapping himself by placing the ball further and further away from the hole!
Since then, he's tried to use a landscaping stake and a small ball to practice. So on our recent trip down south, I bought him a plastic kid-sized putting set. He said, "Big putt-putt!" He was really excited.
He's also upped his dance moves. He does some pretty crazy dances, including using pointing fingers, and some yoga-like floor rolling that would make Mia Michaels proud.
What a kid!
(1) I quit my job with the Deaf/HOH program. I don't have another job yet. I should say, actually, that I haven't SELECTED another job yet. There are quite a few from which to choose, but I haven't made up my mind. That's what's so great about being an SLP - lots of work!
(2) Lots of parties and get-togethers.... and still more are coming up!
(3) Travelling.
(4) As pertaining to (1), I had to pack up my entire office, the speech closet, etc., as well as finish up end-of-the-year things, such as report cards, IEPs, etc. That was soooooo much work.
More changes to come!
In addition, Colin's speech has just *exploded*. (And he's still using sign, which more and more people are noticing - they're like, "Wow, he signs?" and then they tell me a story about how someone else they know signs and how cool it is.) Today, he shocked me by pointing to the Valentine hearts in the book "Max's Valentine" and saying, "Heart," pointing to his heart, and then, "Two heart." He pointed to the purple one and said, "Mama, mama," and I said, "Purple. Purple heart." He repeated it. Then he pointed to the red one and said, "Red heart." He's doing great!
Turns out he's also a golf prodigy. On our friend Ben's last trip up here about three months ago, we went to the golf store. Colin started trying to putt the ball into the hole, and then once he figured that out, he started handicapping himself by placing the ball further and further away from the hole!
Since then, he's tried to use a landscaping stake and a small ball to practice. So on our recent trip down south, I bought him a plastic kid-sized putting set. He said, "Big putt-putt!" He was really excited.
He's also upped his dance moves. He does some pretty crazy dances, including using pointing fingers, and some yoga-like floor rolling that would make Mia Michaels proud.
What a kid!
Friday, May 25, 2007
Kids are (still) funny
Two of my students, girls aged about nine, were wearing Warriors jerseys to school on Thursday (due to a talent show performance). Names changed to protect the innocent. :)
Me: Oh, you've got Warriors jerseys on!
Rose: Yeah, we wore them for the talent show. Do you know the Warriors?
Me: Of COURSE I know the Warriors!
Anjali: I love Warriors! I love Warriors!
Me: You do?
Anjali: Yes! They win win win. They play basketball and win. Many time. Lose a little bit, but okay.
Rose: But they didn't go to the championships.
Anjali: No championship. No. Little bit lose. But I love Warriors!
At this age, I was like, "I love books! I love music!" Was I even aware of professional basketball?
Me: Oh, you've got Warriors jerseys on!
Rose: Yeah, we wore them for the talent show. Do you know the Warriors?
Me: Of COURSE I know the Warriors!
Anjali: I love Warriors! I love Warriors!
Me: You do?
Anjali: Yes! They win win win. They play basketball and win. Many time. Lose a little bit, but okay.
Rose: But they didn't go to the championships.
Anjali: No championship. No. Little bit lose. But I love Warriors!
At this age, I was like, "I love books! I love music!" Was I even aware of professional basketball?
Monday, May 07, 2007
So... that's... uncomfortable
Wow. So much can happen during one half-hour of speech therapy!
First, as I was walking with a student (a smart, charming boy who is quite talkative and popular) from the cafeteria to the speech room, I see the principal marching purposefully from his office. A staff member said to him, "He's standing over there by the fence." I looked over and saw a man, standing against the short chain-link fence, watching the kids playing on the field.
Yes, it could be that he's lonely. Maybe he has children or grandchildren who live far away. Maybe he lost a child. Maybe he's taking a break while walking around the neighborhood and sought the shade of the trees.
And yes, he has a right to take a walk. However...
Considering that the neighborhood has a very high rate of sex offenders - some who are not allowed to come that close to school grounds - the principal had to check it out.
Ick.
Then, as that student and I are doing speech, we come to the phrase "peach fuzz". (We're working on figurative/idiomatic language.) We talked about how, when his dad shaves, his face is smooth. The next day, a little bit of hair has grown on his face, and that is "peach fuzz", because it feels like the fuzzy skin of a peach (more or less). The conversation then progressed down a path I wasn't quite expecting.
(Scene: Speech room)
Student: Yeah, my dad has peach fuzz.
Me: Well, that's how we got that phrase.
Student: Look, the peach is fuzzy in its butt crack!
Me: That's not a crack. It's more like a... seam.
Student: My dad has fuzz in his butt crack.
Me: I don't think your dad would appreciate me knowing that. It's private.
Student: Well, he's also got a lot down there. (Pointing to crotch, under table.)
Me: Umm...
Student: Yeah, not in the middle, but all around... it. (Moving pointer finger in a circle.)
Me (seriously): Okay, back to the fruit.
Student: My mom does too.
Me (more intently): So--
Student (interrupting): I know because I see it every day. When they take a shower in the morning. It's gross.
Me (louder and firmly): OKAY, NEXT IDIOM. What's "apple of my eye"?
(End scene.)
You know, you just don't want students to think that discussion of that stuff is wrong or bad. However, you also don't want to discuss something that their parents should be discussing with them. (Although we do have students who are really Deaf/HOH and their parents can't discuss anything at all with them because they don't sign, so it's up to us to tell them about puberty, etc.) So it's a fine line.
But that was definitely 511.
I can only imagine what's going to happen if he tries to relate this story to his parents after school. Oh boy.
First, as I was walking with a student (a smart, charming boy who is quite talkative and popular) from the cafeteria to the speech room, I see the principal marching purposefully from his office. A staff member said to him, "He's standing over there by the fence." I looked over and saw a man, standing against the short chain-link fence, watching the kids playing on the field.
Yes, it could be that he's lonely. Maybe he has children or grandchildren who live far away. Maybe he lost a child. Maybe he's taking a break while walking around the neighborhood and sought the shade of the trees.
And yes, he has a right to take a walk. However...
Considering that the neighborhood has a very high rate of sex offenders - some who are not allowed to come that close to school grounds - the principal had to check it out.
Ick.
Then, as that student and I are doing speech, we come to the phrase "peach fuzz". (We're working on figurative/idiomatic language.) We talked about how, when his dad shaves, his face is smooth. The next day, a little bit of hair has grown on his face, and that is "peach fuzz", because it feels like the fuzzy skin of a peach (more or less). The conversation then progressed down a path I wasn't quite expecting.
(Scene: Speech room)
Student: Yeah, my dad has peach fuzz.
Me: Well, that's how we got that phrase.
Student: Look, the peach is fuzzy in its butt crack!
Me: That's not a crack. It's more like a... seam.
Student: My dad has fuzz in his butt crack.
Me: I don't think your dad would appreciate me knowing that. It's private.
Student: Well, he's also got a lot down there. (Pointing to crotch, under table.)
Me: Umm...
Student: Yeah, not in the middle, but all around... it. (Moving pointer finger in a circle.)
Me (seriously): Okay, back to the fruit.
Student: My mom does too.
Me (more intently): So--
Student (interrupting): I know because I see it every day. When they take a shower in the morning. It's gross.
Me (louder and firmly): OKAY, NEXT IDIOM. What's "apple of my eye"?
(End scene.)
You know, you just don't want students to think that discussion of that stuff is wrong or bad. However, you also don't want to discuss something that their parents should be discussing with them. (Although we do have students who are really Deaf/HOH and their parents can't discuss anything at all with them because they don't sign, so it's up to us to tell them about puberty, etc.) So it's a fine line.
But that was definitely 511.
I can only imagine what's going to happen if he tries to relate this story to his parents after school. Oh boy.
Dreams
Had a weird dream two nights ago. I was at a supermarket - like Albertson's, or Safeway (ha! funny when you read the rest of this dream....) - and a bunch of us are standing in the parking lot, looking at the cloud of smog hanging over the city skyline in the distance.
"See, that's the gas," someone says. "We can see it over there, but it's hanging over us, too."
So we all go into the store and close all of the doors. And I'm sitting on the sofa (!) in the store, talking to my old classmate Seaton from middle school/high school. And then we all have to go into a smaller room. And we're trying not to breathe because the green gas is coming in the vents... and I see people dropping around me... and I realize that I, too, will breathe in the green gas, and I'll die, and there's no way to get around it.
I think I'm concerned about global warming.
Am I the only one trying to conserve energy and water around here, people? HELP!
"See, that's the gas," someone says. "We can see it over there, but it's hanging over us, too."
So we all go into the store and close all of the doors. And I'm sitting on the sofa (!) in the store, talking to my old classmate Seaton from middle school/high school. And then we all have to go into a smaller room. And we're trying not to breathe because the green gas is coming in the vents... and I see people dropping around me... and I realize that I, too, will breathe in the green gas, and I'll die, and there's no way to get around it.
I think I'm concerned about global warming.
Am I the only one trying to conserve energy and water around here, people? HELP!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Seen today
A headline in the local newspaper:
"Youth Commission Members Are Busy, And Their Plan Is To Get Even Busier."
Oooooooo yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A message T on one of my students, a friendly kid who is deaf and autistic:
"I'm probably not listening to you."
:)
"Youth Commission Members Are Busy, And Their Plan Is To Get Even Busier."
Oooooooo yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A message T on one of my students, a friendly kid who is deaf and autistic:
"I'm probably not listening to you."
:)
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Ever want to just quit your job?
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On a lighter note:
Me (finishing up an explanation, because the student, a little boy, wanted to know): So "boyfriend/girlfriend" is like going to movies and having dinner and stuff... well, I guess you could do that with your friends, too. But it means someone LIKES you likes you, not just likes you as a friend.
Male Student, Aged Six: Ew.
Me: Well, your mom and dad were boyfriend-girlfriend before they got married!
Student: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Don't tell me that! (pauses) Okay, tell me that.
Me: You didn't know that?
Student: Well, I kinda did, since yesterday. They didn't tell me, but I read their minds. And then I threw up a little bit. I really did.
On a lighter note:
Me (finishing up an explanation, because the student, a little boy, wanted to know): So "boyfriend/girlfriend" is like going to movies and having dinner and stuff... well, I guess you could do that with your friends, too. But it means someone LIKES you likes you, not just likes you as a friend.
Male Student, Aged Six: Ew.
Me: Well, your mom and dad were boyfriend-girlfriend before they got married!
Student: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Don't tell me that! (pauses) Okay, tell me that.
Me: You didn't know that?
Student: Well, I kinda did, since yesterday. They didn't tell me, but I read their minds. And then I threw up a little bit. I really did.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Twos
Why is it that bananas and strawberries, on their own, are acceptable, yet if you slice and mix the two together, anarchy ensues?
Monday, April 16, 2007
Doodlepoops
So can you tell that I don't like the Doodlebops? This past weekend, while watching a TiVo'd copy with Colin, I found another reason for my dislike: lack of grammar.
(Scene: Backstage, the Doodlebops and Jazzmin discussed how great it was that Rooney Doodle (a.k.a. "the blue one", "the gay one", "not the breakdancing one, the other one") gave his old ukelele to a fan. Let the agrammaticality begin!)
Deedee: You can always borrow one.
Rooney: From who?
Jazzmin: Myself!
This is supposed to be EDUCATIONAL? That was two errors in two seconds! UGH!
(Scene: Backstage, the Doodlebops and Jazzmin discussed how great it was that Rooney Doodle (a.k.a. "the blue one", "the gay one", "not the breakdancing one, the other one") gave his old ukelele to a fan. Let the agrammaticality begin!)
Deedee: You can always borrow one.
Rooney: From who?
Jazzmin: Myself!
This is supposed to be EDUCATIONAL? That was two errors in two seconds! UGH!
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Nah funnee!
On two totally different topics...
Colin decided, two days ago, that he wanted to sit on his toilet for 15 minutes before getting in the tub. Then, yesterday, he decided to sit on the toilet in the afternoon. Of course, he had to strip down to his socks. Then... he actually pooed in the toilet. He was like, "Uh!" and pointed to it like, "Oh, damn, I totally ruined a perfectly good toilet!" I clapped and said, "That's where the poo goes! Give me five!" and he's like, "Noooooo." Eventually, he'll get it.
Hey, anyone scared of BLOOD?!?!? This kid is adorable.
Colin decided, two days ago, that he wanted to sit on his toilet for 15 minutes before getting in the tub. Then, yesterday, he decided to sit on the toilet in the afternoon. Of course, he had to strip down to his socks. Then... he actually pooed in the toilet. He was like, "Uh!" and pointed to it like, "Oh, damn, I totally ruined a perfectly good toilet!" I clapped and said, "That's where the poo goes! Give me five!" and he's like, "Noooooo." Eventually, he'll get it.
Hey, anyone scared of BLOOD?!?!? This kid is adorable.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Some things never change
This really takes me back - hearing a classic. In the classroom next door, I hear the teacher working with the students.
Teacher: When Father came home, what was he going to do?
Students: Kill the pig!
Teacher: Yes, that's right. And what did Fern say?
Students: No, stop!
I'll always remember E.B. White's wonderful "Charlotte's Web" and the beautiful Garth Williams drawings that complemented it. And I love hearing how the story still captivates children today.
Teacher: When Father came home, what was he going to do?
Students: Kill the pig!
Teacher: Yes, that's right. And what did Fern say?
Students: No, stop!
I'll always remember E.B. White's wonderful "Charlotte's Web" and the beautiful Garth Williams drawings that complemented it. And I love hearing how the story still captivates children today.
Nutty Health
Overheard at The Prolific Oven this morning.
(Enter grandparents in their early 60s and their granddaughter, a young teenager.)
Woman, perusing baked goods: Don't they have anything healthy here?
Man: Let's see...
Woman: I don't see anything healthy.
Employee: Can I help you?
Woman: Yes. Two Diet Cokes...
(Enter grandparents in their early 60s and their granddaughter, a young teenager.)
Woman, perusing baked goods: Don't they have anything healthy here?
Man: Let's see...
Woman: I don't see anything healthy.
Employee: Can I help you?
Woman: Yes. Two Diet Cokes...
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Chuckles in (un)expected places
It's funny when little kids point out the peculiarities of English. It's even better when a child who is delayed in expressive and receptive language due to a hearing loss picks up on those items, such as homophones. An example from last week: I was working with a client, who is a preschooler. Names changed to protect the innocent and funny!
Me (showing a wind-up toy): Look!
Malak: Horse!
Me: That's right - a horse and a knight.
Malak: No - horse in the DAY.
Loved it!
Me (showing a wind-up toy): Look!
Malak: Horse!
Me: That's right - a horse and a knight.
Malak: No - horse in the DAY.
Loved it!
Monday, March 19, 2007
Blague!
Just finished watching tonight's episode of "24". Did anyone else notice the joke played on "The Ricker"? Last week, he was listed in the opening credits as "Rick Schroder", but tonight, he was listed as "Ricky Schroder"! Oh, I bet he loved that! Those jokers over there at Fox. Guess it keeps it light over there, huh?
And now, a vignette:
Me: How old do you think I am?
Student #1: 18!
Student #2: 24!
Student #3: 22!
Me: Nope. I'm actually 32.
Student #2: 32? That's practically DEAD!
Precious!
And now, a vignette:
Me: How old do you think I am?
Student #1: 18!
Student #2: 24!
Student #3: 22!
Me: Nope. I'm actually 32.
Student #2: 32? That's practically DEAD!
Precious!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Have you hugged your child today?
I was sitting with two of my students today, girls aged about 11 years old. One, "Ann", told me that she was going to get her hair cut. So she, "Maria" and I talked about haircuts. "Ann" told me that she could only get a blunt cut because that's all her mom and grandma would allow.
After about five minutes of conversation, she told me that she wanted to get her hair cut because, when she was a little girl, her mom would tell her she was beautiful and hug her.
Her mom no longer hugs her.
She said, "I want my mom to hug me and tell me that she loves me."
I asked her if she had tried. She said, "[My teacher] told me to try to hug my mom. I was scared the first day and then I tried. My mom say, 'Go away, I'm busy' and she pushed me. I wish [my teacher] was my mom. She said she would hug me if I need it. When she hug me, it remind me of how my mom used to hug me."
Her mom also tells her she's fat, and won't let her play with her best friend.
This poor girl. It's not easy being a preteen. It's not easy being deaf/hard-of-hearing - especially when your family won't sign to you, and they yell at you in their first language (which they're sure you understand, but you're just lazy).
All this girl wants to to be hugged and told that she matters.
It's a reminder to us all - don't forget to hug your children and tell them that you love them ... every day.
After about five minutes of conversation, she told me that she wanted to get her hair cut because, when she was a little girl, her mom would tell her she was beautiful and hug her.
Her mom no longer hugs her.
She said, "I want my mom to hug me and tell me that she loves me."
I asked her if she had tried. She said, "[My teacher] told me to try to hug my mom. I was scared the first day and then I tried. My mom say, 'Go away, I'm busy' and she pushed me. I wish [my teacher] was my mom. She said she would hug me if I need it. When she hug me, it remind me of how my mom used to hug me."
Her mom also tells her she's fat, and won't let her play with her best friend.
This poor girl. It's not easy being a preteen. It's not easy being deaf/hard-of-hearing - especially when your family won't sign to you, and they yell at you in their first language (which they're sure you understand, but you're just lazy).
All this girl wants to to be hugged and told that she matters.
It's a reminder to us all - don't forget to hug your children and tell them that you love them ... every day.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Family Planning
Another fun conversation with a student. This eight-year-old girl knows what she wants from life.
Me: So what did you do on vacation after you came back from Idaho?
Student: I played with my kitchen. My sister and I played with it. We got it when I was a baby.
Me: Oh, and you still like it?
Student: Yeah. I never want to give it away. I want to keep it and then my children will have it.
Me: That's a great idea. How many children do you think you'll have?
Student: Three. My boyfriend and I decided three.
Me (surprised): Oh... uh, really?
Student: Yes. A girl and two boys. We planned it.
Me: Really.
Student: Yes. We decided. A girl and two boys, because they can share rooms. But we're going to live in Utah.
Me: Why Utah?
Student: It's better than California. And the houses are two levels.
Me: You're going to have a two-story house?
Student: No, FIVE story.
Remember... this kid is only eight! I wonder if her mom knows about this plan...
It was a fun way to come back from a one-week break. Except for still doing my private practice work, I went to a voice conference given by the entertaining and knowledgeable Dr. Kittie Verdolini. She's an amazing woman! What else... well, I exercised, and I hung out with my babykins. And, of course, I did some retail therapy. It's great to see all of the accessories being pushed by Ann Taylor, Banana Republic, and Gap... and then go to Target and get them for 1/3 of the price. ("But," you say, "They aren't the same quality!" Of course not. But accessories come and go... you just need them to last as long as they're in style. A really great black cashmere sweater they're not!)
And I watched the Oscars last night. I don't know when the last time was that I did that... even last year, it was a sporadic watch. I TiVo'd it and watched it over a bowl of lowfat ice cream (slow-churned, of course!). No surprises, but it was a pleasant time.
Well... back to the grind... time to write some reports!
Me: So what did you do on vacation after you came back from Idaho?
Student: I played with my kitchen. My sister and I played with it. We got it when I was a baby.
Me: Oh, and you still like it?
Student: Yeah. I never want to give it away. I want to keep it and then my children will have it.
Me: That's a great idea. How many children do you think you'll have?
Student: Three. My boyfriend and I decided three.
Me (surprised): Oh... uh, really?
Student: Yes. A girl and two boys. We planned it.
Me: Really.
Student: Yes. We decided. A girl and two boys, because they can share rooms. But we're going to live in Utah.
Me: Why Utah?
Student: It's better than California. And the houses are two levels.
Me: You're going to have a two-story house?
Student: No, FIVE story.
Remember... this kid is only eight! I wonder if her mom knows about this plan...
It was a fun way to come back from a one-week break. Except for still doing my private practice work, I went to a voice conference given by the entertaining and knowledgeable Dr. Kittie Verdolini. She's an amazing woman! What else... well, I exercised, and I hung out with my babykins. And, of course, I did some retail therapy. It's great to see all of the accessories being pushed by Ann Taylor, Banana Republic, and Gap... and then go to Target and get them for 1/3 of the price. ("But," you say, "They aren't the same quality!" Of course not. But accessories come and go... you just need them to last as long as they're in style. A really great black cashmere sweater they're not!)
And I watched the Oscars last night. I don't know when the last time was that I did that... even last year, it was a sporadic watch. I TiVo'd it and watched it over a bowl of lowfat ice cream (slow-churned, of course!). No surprises, but it was a pleasant time.
Well... back to the grind... time to write some reports!
Monday, January 29, 2007
Another one?
So, yeah, I'm starting to think about having another baby. My husband has been thinking about it for several months! What I'm not looking forward to: lack of sleep. I mean, Colin FINALLY started sleeping through the night (or only waking up once) in the last month or so. And he's 20 months old! He's still not really into independent play. But the kid is sooooo freakin' cute. I know I want to have more, and I don't want to wait tooooo long. Hmmm....
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
I saw the signs
SO... I threw on my "mom jeans" this morning (just kidding!!!) and took Colin to the library for story time. It said "two to three years old" and so I figured it would be a stretch for him, but who cares, because it's a BEAUTIFUL library in an insanely scenic setting (say that five times fast!), and I wasn't ready to work out at the Y yet.
We walked in and followed the stroller-bearing moms and grandmas. And I ran into... my buddy/former co-worker Rufus! I swear, not even 23 hours earlier, I was talking with two co-workers about "where's Rufus, did he fall off the face of the Earth, why hasn't anyone heard from him..." and there he was with his daughter! Turns out he goes to story time with her every Wednesday.
His daughter and Colin enjoyed chasing each other around after story time, and Rufus and I had a good talk (in SEE). The piece de resistance (sorry for the lack of accent marks) was when we were about to leave and Colin starting signing for a cracker. Rufus understood him! Then I told him we'd go home and have a tortilla, and he signed that as well. Then Rufus signed, "Are you hungry?" and Colin nodded "yes"! Rufus totally flipped! So that was a wonderful compliment - a Deaf person understood Colin's signs, and Colin understood another signer. It was a happy morning for Mama.
We walked in and followed the stroller-bearing moms and grandmas. And I ran into... my buddy/former co-worker Rufus! I swear, not even 23 hours earlier, I was talking with two co-workers about "where's Rufus, did he fall off the face of the Earth, why hasn't anyone heard from him..." and there he was with his daughter! Turns out he goes to story time with her every Wednesday.
His daughter and Colin enjoyed chasing each other around after story time, and Rufus and I had a good talk (in SEE). The piece de resistance (sorry for the lack of accent marks) was when we were about to leave and Colin starting signing for a cracker. Rufus understood him! Then I told him we'd go home and have a tortilla, and he signed that as well. Then Rufus signed, "Are you hungry?" and Colin nodded "yes"! Rufus totally flipped! So that was a wonderful compliment - a Deaf person understood Colin's signs, and Colin understood another signer. It was a happy morning for Mama.
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