Showing posts with label sign language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sign language. Show all posts

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Sweet Saturday

After a very busy couple of weeks and weekends,
we have been looking forward to a couple of low-key days at home.
 
Last night, we had a impromptu dinner date with some of our best friends.
We are finally finished with the 24 Day Challenge and indulged.
Chips and cheese dip and fajitas, OH MY!!
 
I am planning a 24 Days Later post for later this week to share our success on the challenge
and some go-to recipes we enjoyed.
 
Some sweet friends gifted us with a family membership to the Birmingham Zoo for Baker's birthday.
Baker is very interested in animals and I couldn't wait for our first trip!
 
It was amazing watching him explore.
He is a sponge, soaking up everything around him.
 
 
He is signing "elephant."
The African exhibit was his very favorite.
The elephants put on quite a show for us. 
 




 
We packed a stroller full of goodies for our day.
He would have no part of it.
This boy is a walking machine.
I love it so much.
 
 
 
Saturdays with this boy are especially sweet.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

a little southern snow

Yesterday morning, I pored over the weather forecast.

As a lifelong Bama girl, I was more giddy than any school girl at the thought of even a few snow flurries.

Our county was in a band forecasted to get a light dusting. I loved the thought of watching snow fall and our students getting the chance to make memories dancing in the snow!

I also held onto a sliver of hope that just maybe we would dismiss early for a snow day! The sliver dwindled with each minute of the weather I watched. It wasn't likely.

I dropped Baker at school and went to a local primary school to help with DIBELS testing. I checked my Twitter feed and Weather Channel app eager to stay abreast of any changes. Nothing. Nada.

Then something not even the best in the business forecasted happened, the snow fell. And fell. And fell.

Schools dismissed. Businesses closed.

And like no one could have predicted, snow wreaked havoc on our little cozy pocket of the South.

It wasn't the snow day I had envisioned. Not at all. This was not fun snow.

I made the usual 15 minute drive to get Baker in just under three hours. The roads were an icy mess. People were slipping and sliding everywhere, and not in sleds. In their cars. There were multiple wrecks.

I have teacher friends who spent the night hovered over students stranded at schools. Friends spent the night away from their babies because they couldn't get to them. Some were stuck at their office. Others slept in hotel lobbies. Still others walked through the snow desperate to reach their loved ones.

In a mere 36 hours, snow and ice have had their way. And personally, this snow loving southern girl, couldn't be more excited to see them on their way out.

We spent most of the time indoors, waiting to hear our people were okay, and enjoying the warmth of home and extra time with our family.

Baker has decided chocolate pancakes topped with Hershey's syrup and Cool Whip is appropriate in any weather!

 
As if snow days didn't hold enough magic, Nana hosted a middle of the kitchen floor chocolate chip pancake picnic. She makes life special.


 
 
 Harley loved the snow! 
 


Baker signing "cold" is about the only thing that makes these frigid temperatures acceptable. Cuteness overload!

 
 
And now, the only white stuff I want to see on the ground is sand! Bring on summer and humidity and beaches and flip flops!

You can see our Snow Day 2013 post here. Baker has changed so much!


Friday, October 18, 2013

Baker and Down Syndrome and where we are now

 I am so excited to write this post!
 
And for a couple of reasons.
One, it coincides with Down Syndrome Awareness Month.
And I think, by talking about Down Syndrome, and sharing about our Baker Boy, we are making a very small difference on the way people view and approach it.
Two, it celebrates the many accomplishments of my precious Baker
and evidences the faithfulness of my sweet Jesus.
 
 
I apologize in advance for the length.
It combines several posts into one.
Mostly because I'm just awesome like that.
Kidding!
Very much kidding!
 
If you are a fellow parent of a child with Down Syndrome,
read this while keeping only Baker in mind.
It is very normal (a word I typically refrain from using) for children with Down Syndrome,
because of all sorts of factors,
to be in varying places in all phases of their development.
 
Your child is unique.
Baker is unique.
Something I learned from the very beginning was to STOP COMPARING.
To typical children.
To what "the experts say."
To what is written in books.
To other children with Down Syndrome.
 
Comparing will steal your joy.
It hurts.
It causes worry and anxiety.
 
Celebrate your child and where he or she is right this very single minute.

That's what this post is - a celebration!
 
On the Go
 
Baker has the most wonderful Physical Therapist at RISE. Her name is Ms. Angela, but we may as well just leave off the -a, because an angel she is!
 
A few weeks ago, I presented a concern. Baker had the tendency for his feet to pronate inward when he would stand. I was worried that this would inhibit his walking.

She had noticed it also. In true RISE/wonderfully proactive/we think they are the best thing since string cheese form, she fitted him for itty bitty orthotics (shoe inserts) that help alleviate, and hopefully will correct the issue.
 
I sent off the form, and wham bam, like the magic shows show, with an abra cadabra, ala kazaam, the orthotics were here! Our angel PT also fitted Baker for the most precious little New Balances. These are especially great because they come in wide sizes, which allow for his inserts, and they also have a roll bar, which is ideal for children with weak ankles (which, for Baker, is a result of his low muscle tone).
 
 
They're so tasty, too!
 
 
 
Baker is cruising and tracking around furniture. He is doing a lot of crawling. He has finally transitioned from army crawling to traditional crawling and bear crawling. And let me tell you, Little Man can go!
 
He pulls up on everything. And I mean everything!
 
Don't look too closely at yours truly. He has surely added some wrinkles to what used to be a glowing youthful appearance and I keep waiting for the gray hairs. He is always on the go - climbing and moving about. And quite frankly, life was much less eventful, and a little easier before this transition to mobility. Not that I am complaining. Not even a little bit. I love every single hair raising, bejeesus scaring, wrinkle adding, on the go, exhaustingly blissful minute.
 
We are working diligently, very purposefully, alongside his teachers and therapists to promote walking.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Talking and Signing
 
Baker speaks Bakerese, and quite fluently. In English, he says a few words.
 
He still uses "Mama" and "Mum" more often than any other.
He says "Bye Bye" on command.
He knows the cow says "Moo." Although, when asked, Baker says, "Boooooooo" without ever really opening his lips, just pursing them out far enough to emit sound. This is one of the things I hope he never changes. It is the cutest little Baker trait.
 
RISE has been a integral part of incorporating sign language into our vocabulary.
 
Each week, in the weekly newsletter, there are words for the week and the signs to accompany them. Talk about helping a mama out!
 
Baker uses them more often than spoken language and many a meltdown are prevented with simple signs.
 
He uses eat, drink, milk, water, more, all finished, bath, cow, horse, daddy, school, friend, love, dog, table, hi, bye, kiss, help, wash hands, fish, please, and friend.
 
Eat
 
 
 
Table
 
 
 
Love

 
 
Drink Water
 
 
We have found several picture books and reference books to help with incorporating sign language into our daily language.
 
Also, I use Google a lot. There are also videos on You Tube. "Signing Time with Alex and Leah" makes frequent appearances on the iPad.
 
School
 
Picture the pearly gates. White and glorious, euphoric and magical. And now, you can envision The RISE School.
 
It is a dream environment.
 
Baker has four teachers. But everyone there invests in every child there. That is obvious every single day. And something, as a mother and an educator, that I absolutely love. It truly takes a village.
 
All of Baker's therapies occur within the day at RISE. Each day, the Music and Speech Therapists visit his classroom. Somehow, someway, they corral all seventeen one year olds into a circle, onto stools, for this time. It is nothing short of amazing. Also during the day is playtime in the commons (an indoor play place that is most certainly a child's dream with foam blocks, trampolines, and riding toys). This is where all of his physical therapy occurs. Lastly, they have naptime. On little kid nap mats. Again, how they get all of those one year olds to stay put on nap mats is way beyond me!
 
They have weekly units, complete with letters of the week, themes, book they are reading, songs they are singing, and signs to accompany their vocabulary words.
 
I love the books they make to accompany each unit. 
 
 
 
Here are some evidences of his work. To some, these are refrigerator art. But I know, each activity serves a purpose. Holding a crayon, feeling a feather and then a sponge, cutting and pasting, sorting, identifying - each promotes motor development. Each creates a foundation which will be built upon for years to come. Each makes him more knowledgeable. Each makes him more aware of the world in which he lives. Each is treasured. Each is a gift to serve as a daily reminder of Baker's progress, of Baker's potential, of the blessing of these teachers investing in his life.
 


 
 
I get teary thinking about the path that brought us here. And how fortunate we are for these men and women whose passion is serving children. Good, good stuff.
 
Eating
 
Let's just say he is his mother's child. And by that, I mean, the boy enjoys food.
 
Some of Baker's favorites - apple cinnamon oatmeal, Eggo waffles, Goldfish, Cheerios, Cheetos (as of yesterday), grilled cheese sandwiches, cheese sticks (I'm noticing a pattern - CHEESE EVERYTHING), spaghettios, ravioli, macaroni and cheese, yogurt, applesauce, rice, sweet potatoes, butternut squash, green beans, among others.
 
We still haven't introduced peanut butter. I keep thinking we will. And then the thought - if Baker were allergic, is now a good time for him to go into anaphylactic shock? Is now a good time to go to the hospital? And the answer is always a resounding NO! So, I wait. And if that is the thought that continues, I guess I will continue to wait.
 
At RISE, they are big on instilling independence. Eating is not excluded. Baker is now holding his cup on his own, and is trying is hardest to use utensils. This makes mealtimes a time when I enter into an attitude of worship. Be near, oh God, please, please, please be very near. He, bless his baby heart, has gotten his mother's perfectionist tendencies and gets incredibly frustrated when he cannot do it just right. When his body will not perform his mind's commands.
 
I am sure there is more to tell. There always is. For now, that's enough.
 
This is where we are.
 
We are blessed to be here.
 
I could write all day, everyday about Baker. I could write about his progress. I could write about his smile. I could write about his nonsensical babble that, to us, makes perfect sense. I could write about his tight squeezes and open mouth kisses. I could write about the incredible privilege of rocking my baby to sleep every night. I could write about how being his mother is one of my life's greatest joys.
 
Instead, I soak it all in. I savor each day. I reflect, and I am thankful.
 
Do I get discouraged? Do I worry?
 
Absolutely.
 
But, this morning's Jesus Calling spoke right to that. Funny how that happens.
 
"Anxiety is a result of envisioning the future without Me. So the best defense against worry is staying in communication with Me. When you turn your thoughts toward Me, you can think much more positively. Remember to list, as well as to speak, making your thoughts a dialogue with Me."
 
Then, the author provides two rules for considering future events. One, "Do not linger in the future, because anxieties sprout up like mushrooms when you wander there. Two, "Remember the promise of My continual Presence; include Me in any imagery that comes to mind..."
 
Instead of living in a world of worry, a future world full of uncertainties, we live in the now. Trusting His with Baker's future.
 
We celebrate today. The present. It is a most precious gift.
 

Sunday, August 11, 2013

A reunion, a failed test, and a fifteen month old

I celebrated my ten year high school reunion this weekend.
 
I feel like it was just yesterday that I was walking the halls of Hillcrest High School, building homecoming floats, dressing in ridiculous garb for Friday pep rallies.
I loved high school and I loved getting to visit with everyone and hear about where the past ten years had taken them.
 
I especially love these girls.
Best friends in 2003.
Best friends in 2013.
So thankful for friendship!

 
And even more grateful to carry this hunka hunka on my arm!


And while the hubs and I were reunioning, the grands took Baker for his
first Dreamland experience.
Rumor has it, he cleaned the bone.
That face, y'all.
Killing me.

 
 
I had to get a TB test to start work again.
I took one about seven years ago, and had a crazy bad reaction and had to get a chest x-ray to confirm that I did not, in fact, have tuberculosis.
Well, silly nurses stuck me again instead of proceeding with an x-ray.
My arm looks like I lost a fight with a black widow.
And again, I got a chest x-ray.
I smiled real pretty and got the "all clear" to start work as an Instructional Coach in a local school district on Tuesday.
I cannot tell you how badly it kills the perfectionist in me to fail a test.
 
Somehow, I blinked and I have a fifteen month old.
I'm not sure how it is even possible.
Sigh.
 
Stats.
The down and dirty of  Mister William Baker Bell.
 
Weight
 24.3 pounds
Height
31.5 inches
Clothing
So crazy - Baker can wear 12 month to 3T. It just depends on the brand and the cut.
Shoes 
Size 5, although shoes have only graced his yummy tootsies a handful of times. That is fixing to change; starting next week he'll have to wear them everyday.
Diapers
 Level 4. And with the move to T-town, we've discovered Target diapers.
Hello, Fabulous!
Things he loves
His mama and daddy the most, Silk, sweet potatoes, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, swimming, Harley, bathtime, reading, sweet summertime, singing, climbing all over on top of everything and giving me early wrinkles (Boys. Sheesh), on the mouth, open mouth kisses, but only for the lucky few.
Favorite Books
Baby Bunny, Chicka Chicka Boom Boom
Favorite Song
"If You're Happy and You Know It," "Mommy Loves her Baker," "The Itsy Bitsy Spider," "The Wheels on the Bus"
Nicknames
Baker Boy, Baker Man, Bake, Bake Bake, Shuga Baby, Drool Bucket, Mr. Personality, Booger Bear. I knew they were bad, but seeing the names in black and white.
I need to stop.  
 
 
Oh my sweet Baker,
 
Fifteen short months ago, my whole world changed when I first held you in my arms, kissed your angel soft skin, and for the first time, felt my heart beat outside of my own body.
 
I love you so much. I love your smile. I love your grit. I love your own little language - Bakerese. I love your sweet spirit. I love your knee dimples. I love your kisses. I love the way you sign "please" when I finish doing something just so we can do it one more time. I love that you break stereotypes. I love your stubborn streak. I love your company - in the car, at the grocery store, anywhere. I love being near you. I love the way you nestle into my shoulder when we rock. I love your "tight squeeze." I love your army crawl. I love your fearlessness. I love your bravery. I love your love. I love you.
 
Baby Boy, there is not one thing I would change. You are everything I ever imagined you would be, and then some. Being your mommy is one of my life's greatest gifts. Today, yesterday, tomorrow, I love you big.
 

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

More, Please!

This was a week of more, please.

After a fabulous vacay to the coast last week, we were itching to go back.
Sun, sand, seafood.
Yes.
More, please!

We closed on our house Friday night, which is an entirely different post of a day that is best known as a HOT MESS!

This picture has little to do with anything, except that I took it on the day we closed.
And I sort of love it.
His little crooked mouth smile, overalls falling off his shoulders, sweet bare feet.
Sweet summahtime!
More, please!


After a headache of a day on Friday, we were beach bound early Saturday morning!

I lost my camera memory card, so most of my pictures were taken on my phone. 
Honestly, it was so freeing not having a camera.
Instead of trying to frame a perfect shot, I enjoyed my time with family.

Brian's parents hosted, and fabulous hosts they were!

Baker decided he quite loved the water this week.



















And this, my favorite moment of the week.
Baker is such a little sponge. 
More, please.


Melts my heart.

More, please, Baker.
More, more, more.
Don't ever stop blessing our everydays - at home, at the beach - everyday with you is a gift.
More, please!