March 30, 2012

Preparing for summer


I mentioned before that I'm a connoisseur of heated seats in vehicles and that our current vehicle has let me down in that regard.

I also mentioned that Seth had promised to buy me a heated seat cover in lieu of a heated seat. And last September, he did just that. I failed to mention it on my blog, however, and my sister, thoughtful person that she is, gave us heated seat covers for Christmas. So I now have a plethora of seat covers. But it's worked out well because I was able to use one on the driver's side and one on the passenger side.


Although this winter was very mild and more like an extended Fall than an actual cold, snowy winter, I did have the opportunity to warm my backside with the seat covers a few times. But with the advent of the warmth of spring-turned-summer, I decided today to remove the seat covers until next winter. And so I did.

Bike riding


Thursday evening, Seth mowed the lawn for the second time this year already. Last year, he didn't need to mow it until April. My strasberry plants already have blossoms on them--strasberries in April!? We've been having some crazy weather these past few months.

In other news, while my parents were here, they were able to get Kieran to ride his bike on the smooth floor of our pole barn (he's been riding his trike for several months but hasn't been able to get the pedals going on the bike). But he's resisted riding it on the rougher surface of the Holler lane.


This afternoon, he finally let me take the bike out of the barn and put it on the lane so he could ride it. Because of the loose gravel and stones, it's a bit more difficult for him, but he did a great job and really liked it. (We're working up to wearing a helmet.)

March 29, 2012

I forgot my mantra


I enjoy traveling and have been to a variety of far-away, non-American places, including Germany, England, Australia, and Mexico (does Canada count?). On my first trip to Germany, I had a certain item in mind that I wanted to bring back as a souvenir and when I first encountered it, I put off buying it because, thought I, surely I will have other opportunities to purchase said souvenir at a later time. I never found the item again and was forced to return to American soil sans a genuine beer stein (not that I drink beer -- I just wanted the stein).

From that time on, I decided that my mantra would become, "Buy now, don't wait. You may not have another opportunity." (As finances and other considerations allow, of course. There are lots of things I want that really aren't in the cards -- or the budget -- for us.)

Last fall,  I went to a nearby consigment sale and saw a double-stroller--something I'd been thinking would be a wise purchase since I now have two children. But I put off buying it because, for some reason, I was stuck on the fact that it needed to be able to hold the car seat, like my other stroller does, and it didn't.

I've kicked myself several times since then for not buying it -- mainly as I was trying to wrangle two children in one stroller through the airport by myself on our way to Florida in December. (This actually lead to an encounter with a TSA agent which I'll save for another post. Or never.)

Today, the spring version of that bi-annual consignment sale began. I stopped by, hoping that maybe the double-stroller never sold last fall and would again be available. And the above was the view out my kitchen window when I returned from the sale with a swimsuit and shoes for Kieran, but sans stroller. When will I learn?

March 27, 2012

I love spring

 Kitchen window, day 125

During Cael's early months of life post-womb, I was enjoying not needing to take him to the doctor every other week (as had been the case with Kieran) so much that I actually didn't take him to the doctor when I was supposed to. I skipped his four-month check-up and never went to another one until January, when I figured that I probably should at least have him checked out to make sure he was growing as he should be (not that I had doubts) and also get him caught up on his vaccinations.

And today, he had another appointment with the pediatrician to get another round of vaccinations. During the visit, the doctor said, "Well, he should begin pulling himself up and walking along furniture soon." To which I replied, "He's already walking and climbing stairs." Then the doctor said, "Well, he'll soon be ready for regular table food." To which I replied, "He had Manwich and mashed potatoes last night."

Seriously, I don't think this kid knows he's just ten months old. I'm fairly sure he believes he's already a teenager.


After we visited the doctor (Kieran was quick to point out to whomever would listen that we weren't there for him today and when the nurse left, he said, "Bye-bye, Nursey!"), we stopped by a playground that's just a few blocks away from the doctor's office. It was such a nice spring day that it would have been a crime not to.


Both boys enjoyed the swings and the feel of sunshine on their kissable cheeks. I do love spring.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaacho!

March 26, 2012

How to build a playset

 Kitchen window, day 123

In my mind, getting a playset for the kids involves purchasing the playset and putting it together in the yard where it will reside forever . . . or at least until it falls apart or is torn down by the next owners of the Holler house or the raccoons turn it into a house of their own.

Simple, right?

Apparently, however, there's much more to it than I imagined.

First, there's the "finding the right, flat area for it in the lawn" step.


And then there's the "laying out the landscaping ties to make sure the area looks ok and is flat enough" step.


 (Kieran helped with that step.)

And then there's the "debate discuss with your wife how you'll level the area -- and why the area even needs to leveled in the first place -- and what materials will be best to help with the leveling" step.

 Kitchen window, day 124

And then there's the "find the tiller in the barn, get it started, make your way out to the previously measured area, and till the soil so that you can kill the grass and also be that much closer toward a level area" step.


This was followed by the "explain to your neighbor that, no, you're not putting another garden in the front of your lawn, you're making an area for your sons' playset" step.


Cael added his own "go visit the chickens" step just for good measure.

To be continued . . .

March 25, 2012

EEG results

 Kitchen window, day 117
 Kitchen window, day 118
 Kitchen window, day 119

 Kitchen window, day 120

 Kitchen window, day 121

Kitchen window, day 122

I've been busy with several things these past few weeks -- hence the decrease in daily postings. However, the biggest project that I've been working on is now behind me, so I'm back in the blogging habit. Aren't you glad?

I won't try to sum up what we did each day this week, but I will talk about the one day I missed taking a photo out the window -- Tuesday. That was the day we visited with the neurologists at our children's hospital to find out the results on the EEG Kieran had last month and were gone most of the day so I didn't get a chance to take a picture.

The EEG didn't show any seizure activity, but according to the neurologist, they usually have to induce a seizure through hypoxia caused by hyperventilation -- something they don't do with children as young as Kieran. So, she wasn't surprised that the EEG was negative. However, based on my descriptions of what I've seen Kieran doing (blanking out, not responding for short periods of time), she said he was definitely experiencing absence seizures and that, even though I was only seeing a few episodes per week, he could be experiencing anywhere from 2-100 seizures each day.

She also said, in answer to my question, that while some seizure activity is associated with the hypercalcemia those with Williams syndrome can have, absence seizures are not necessarily associated with WS. So this is something in addition to WS that we're now dealing with. (As far as we know, Kieran's calcium levels are in the normal range.)

So, for the course of treatment, the doctor prescribed one of three anti-seizure medications: ethosuximide, valproate, or lamotrigine. Getting him on a daily dose of one of these medicines (the recommended is valproate) was a no-brainer for both neurologists we talked to. It helps to control the seizure activity which would otherwise interfere with his overall development (imagine the problems you would have concentrating and learning if your brain were seizing up 200 times each day).

For us, however, the decision will take a bit more time. The side effects, of course, of the medicines are a concern for us. So, we'll be looking into each of them a bit more, asking the Lord for wisdom, and then making a decision based on what we think will be best for Kieran.


God is good -- all the time.

March 17, 2012

Enjoying God's great outdoors

 Kitchen window, day 116

Today the mailman brought us another book that was recommended to us based on my previous post. (Thanks, Marcia!)


After we opened the package, we went outside to enjoy the gorgeous spring weather God graciously gave us today.


Kieran found a caterpillar on our walk down the lane.

And Cael really enjoyed feeling the grass beneath his feet and hands.



And in his mouth. (Kieran decided it was his turn in the stroller, which seemed to be just fine with Cael.)

"But what about the chiggers? Aren't you afraid Cael will get bitten by the chiggers?!?" you may be asking yourself. Rest assured that chiggers don't appear until summer--sometime during the month of June, according to my previous calculations. So we were safe exploring the wonderful world of grass today.

I hope.

March 16, 2012

Week in review

 Kitchen window, day 110

My parents came for a visit this past weekend. It was nice having grandparents around to watch the kids while I got some work done.


Sunday's "work" included planting some bulbs I ordered last fall but never got a chance to put in the ground. We'll see if they're still viable . . . .

 Kitchen window, day 111
Cael is now ten months old.


He looks thrilled, doesn't he?

Kitchen window, day 112

A few years ago, my SIL Katy offered to make some curtains for my kitchen windows. Last summer, after recovering from brain surgery (true story), she set about making them for me and brought them with her when she visited in August.


While my dad was here, he worked on getting the curtains hung in place. They turned out great. Thanks, Katy!

 Kitchen window, day 113

Over the years, our mailbox has taken a beating. Everyone from the garbage truck to the school bus uses our driveway as a turnaround at the end of our lane. And our mailbox inevitably has endured the brunt of those turnarounds. It's been hanging on to the post by a nail for quite some time now, so while my dad, Mr. Fix-it, was here, I asked him if he could spare a few minutes to replace the mailbox, making our place that much less Hollerish.
He kindly obiged and we now have a nice, new receptacle for our mail. Which should no longer be mistaken for a hitching post.

 Kitchen window, day 114

The mail lady brought us a few packages today.


I decided to see if the Handwriting Without Tears program would help Kieran learn to write and make legible markings instead of random scribbles, so I ordered the books and the supplies. The books arrived today. The supplies, which I ordered from a separate vendor, have not arrived yet.


The other book that came was one that my cousin Elaine recommended, in response to my post about devotionals to use with our kids.

 Kitchen window, day 115

Today was show-and-tell at preschool.


Since it's W week, Kieran took a whale. And was more interested in looking at the ground than at the camera, apparently.

We had a busy week.

March 10, 2012

Opting out

 Kitchen window, day 109

I decided a few months ago that I was tired of receiving credit card offers in the mail. We are happy with the cash-back bonuses we get with our current cards (which we pay off every month), and I didn't like having the stack of waiting-to-be-shredded offers piling up on my desk.

My desk, November 2011

Before Kieran came along, I shredded the offers as I got them. Once Kieran arrived, I had to shred in secret since he hates the sound of the shredder, and I'm not really interested in having little fingers around while I'm using it anyway. And the secret part was becoming more and more difficult since Cael is sleeping in the room where the shredder resides, making it more difficult for me to find time sans the boys to shred.

So, a few months ago, I opted out of receiving credit card offers. And over the following weeks, we received fewer and fewer offers, allowing me to slowly catch up on shredding the offers we'd already received.

And today, I'm happy to report that I finished the job. The above was the view out my kitchen window when I finished shredding the last of the papers.


 And the credit-card-pile has turned into what they're really good for -- a bag of bedding for the chickens.

March 9, 2012

Handwriting help

 Kitchen window, day 108

The UPS guy brought a package for Kieran from his grandparents. Easels and slanted writing surfaces are supposed to help with handwriting, so my mom bought one for Kieran to try out.


He wanted to use it as soon as we got it out of the box. So he did.

March 8, 2012

Climbing -- check

Kitchen window, day 107
I want to spend some time talking about the differences between Kieran and Cael. But not tonight. I'm too tired.

So I'll just post this little video of Cael who decided that climbing was next on his List of Things To Try Today. And so he's been climbing on -- and falling off -- the trampoline all day.

March 7, 2012

The Cistern

Kitchen window, day 106

The good news is that we had the cistern professionally cleaned today, which means, Dan, that you won't need to help us out with that this year.

The bad news is that the reason we had the cistern professionally cleaned was because they needed to clean it in order to figure out why it has been leaking. The even badder news is that it has cracked beyond repair (thanks to the inept way it was installed in the first place) and that we'll need to completely replace it. Ouch. My ING savings account is already tightening its fist on our money.

And, just in case you're wondering what a cistern actually is, it's a tank buried in the ground designed to collect rainwater from the roof of the house. We don't have access to city water in the Holler (the powers that be refuse to bring the water pipes back the lane) and our well is too full of minerals to be of much use. So the only way we can have running water in our house, besides carrying buckets of water from the creek, is to pump water from a cistern. I like to think of it as my little way of reducing, reusing, and recycling, all rolled into one.

Do you use the word "retard"?

Do you use the word retard in a casual way? As in, "Man, that's retarded." Or, after doing something unwise, "I'm such a retard." It's just a word, right? An adjective like stupid or red?

Take another few moments and think about the word and the way it's used. In these situations, the word retarded is an adjective, yes, but it's an adjective the comes from a description for a certain group of people--those with the label mentally retarded because their IQ happens to be below a certain arbitrary number.

People like Kieran.

When you use the word retarded in contexts such as those above, you're, in effect, teasing Kieran for being inferior to you. You're demeaning someone made in God's image--just as you are.

Now, I understand that words can change in the way they are used. I have a friend who insists that word kid should only be used when referring to a young goat and never when referring to human children. But kid in colloquial language is now accepted to mean young child without any hangover from the goats.

And so while I'd like to suggest that you reevaluate how you use the word retard, I'd also like to suggest that you reevaluate how you think about those who bear the label mentally retarded.

And that's why I wrote this last year:

When Kieran was diagnosed with Williams syndrome, we read a lot of literature that used the phrases learning disabilities, cognitive delays, and intellectual disabilities. In years past, the phrase mental retardation was used to describe those with Williams syndrome and the like.

Yesterday (March 2), was the national Spread the Word to End the Word day--a day dedicated to raising awareness about the use of the word retard in all of its various forms. I appreciate the fact that the addage "words can never hurt me" is not true, and that words do have the power to inflict pain. And I appreciate the desire to raise awareness about the harm just one word, when used pejoratively, can do. However, it seems to me that eradicating a word from a nation's vocabulary isn't necessarily the answer.

Those truculent bullies who currently use the r-word to demean others will simply find another word with which to tease and taunt, will they not? Soon enough, I would surmise, learning disability will become the new r-word and those in the know will come up with yet another euphemism to describe those with mental handicaps. And what sense does it make for a teacher to reprimand a student for using a word that is "dehumanizing" and then turn around and teach that same student that, within the evolutionary worldview, we're nothing more than animals descended from ape-like creatures?

Instead, I would suggest the focus should be on teaching that each individual--regardless of mental capacity, skin color, or gender--is an image-bearer of the Creator. God has created everyone fearfully and wonderfully and with the purpose of bringing glory to Himself. We do not share an ancestor with apes, nor are some people more "highly evolved" than others. And, in His Word, the Creator has shown us through His Son that we are to be kind to one another, speaking to and about each other with gentleness, helping those who are weaker than ourselves. We can encourage people to understand that each of us is in the same position before our Creator--sinners in need of salvation. When we receive the gift of eternal life in Christ, we are transformed inwardly through the power of the Holy Spirit into the image of the Son of God.

While there's a certain dagger that runs through my heart when I hear someone carelessly use the r-word, it seems to me that discontinuing a word isn't necessarily the answer but that reminding people of what the Word teaches is.

March 6, 2012

Catching up

 Kitchen window, day 102
This was the view when The Storm came through the Holler on Friday afternoon. From what I've read, there were dozens of tornados that touched down in our area. A small farm town west of us was decimated and several people were killed. The Lord mercifully spared us and we didn't have any damage as a result of the wind and rains that came through.

 Kitchen window, day 103

There are deer in the Holler, Nate, really there are.


 Kitchen window, day 104

March has certainly come in like a lion this year. We started with the storms and continued with waking up to about an inch of snow on Monday morning.

 Kitchen window, day 105

The snow melted by yesterday afternoon and today, we went outside to enjoy the 60-degree sunshiny weather.
Kieran said he wanted to ride his "new bike" when we went out this afternoon, so I got it out of the barn and situated him and his helmet on it.


He quickly decided he wasn't really into it after all, so we got out his tricycle, which he enjoyed riding up and down the lane.