Thursday, April 08, 2010

How Did We Get There from Here?

The strangest thing about this conversation is that it all took place very seriously, almost as if it were.......logical.

Chris: Girls were made out of bone; boys were made out of dirt. Guess that's why girls play with bones and boys play with dirt.

Me: Girls play with bones?

Chris: Yes.

Me: I've never seen girls playing with bones.

Chris: Well, they do.

Me: Have you ever seen a girl playing with a bone?

Chris: No, but you played with bones when you were little. You just don't remember it.

Me: I don't think so.

Chris: Well, they play with fake ones.

Me: What do fake bones look like?

Chris: Oh, some are blue, some are flue, and some are clue.

Me: Oh!!!!!

Chris: Well, anyway, I'll bet a girl would take a bone from a dog.

Me: I doubt that!

Chris: A dog would take a bone from a girl!

Me: Now, that I believe!

Chris (triumphantly): So the girl DID have the bone. You just proved it yourself!

Me (completely dazed): I have nothing left to say.

(And if that wasn't the Cheshire cat grinning at me, then I'm not Alice.)

Saturday, April 03, 2010


We've finally found a music therapist for Wade. Music is one of his great loves and, therefore, provides a perfect opportunity for teaching. Right now we are hosting a Kindermusik class at our house every week with some little friends, and then will continue on over the summer with one-on-one music therapy. Wade is absolutely delighted.

Wade had day surgery again in March to have the tubes replaced in both ears after fighting with congestion and fluid all winter. It didn't take long after surgery for me to tell a big difference in his ability to reproduce sounds accurately. We've been told that hearing through fluid on your ears is like hearing underwater.

Somehow, I don't think our other boys would have been so utterly happy with this much ear trouble. Wade's pleasant disposition can make it difficult for me to tell if something is wrong with him or not.
I often wonder how much people would be willing to pay for the gift of being so radiantly happy almost all the time!