Not Even An Airplane...

Has it really been almost a month since I posted? Just call me inconsistent. Sorry!

I have to be honest and tell you that I am a terrible speller and count on spell check quite often. I was really off on the word inconsistent and the word that popped up was incontinent. I am so glad I caught it or you would all been sending me some Tena pads.

There is going to be some real randomness in this post because I cannot seem to connect two thoughts in my head much less weave them altogether into some humorous story that has some point. I think I will use bullets just so we can all be sure that nothing in this post relates to anything else.

• Update (because you are all on the edge of your seat waiting for updates)...Gabe has a new favorite song now and I am not sure if he got it from the M&M's commercial or Glee but he is constantly telling us "Girl, look at that body! Girl, look at that body....I work in". So obviously we do not use gym vocabulary very often around my house and work out has become work in. Please know that Gabe is sexy and he knows it.  
• The official countdown to my big night with Margaret is on. 7 days 15 hours and 19 minutes to "The Hunger Games". (I am just a tad bit obsessive-can you tell?)  I have actually been counting down for a little more than 5 months but what can I say? It is almost here. May the odds be ever in your favor.

• Went on a little field trip with Noah and the other deaf kids yesterday to the Audiologist. Now, Noah hears great with his cochlear implant (he cusses great with it to-just so you stay very aware of that fact). Once you put the implant in, the person loses any residual hearing in that ear. It is recommended that you keep the auditory nerve stimulated in the other ear by wearing a hearing aide. That way if you ever decided to implant bi-laterally the nerve is still stimulated. Ya'll know I am not very good at taking direction right? Now, Noah did not ever have much residual hearing. He could however hear low frequency sounds at very high decibels. Think lawn mowers and bass drums. We put him in the booth yesterday and did a quick check on his right ear. Nothing. Now, I know he is deaf. I have known for the last 13 and a half years. I was never mad about it. I never blamed God for giving me a child who was not perfect (what child is?) but somehow this is so final to me. Why am I sad now that he can't hear an airplane without his implant when he CAN hear a lizard moving through leaves with his implant? What is wrong with me? Pray for me people, I may be moving backwards. 

Now since it has been almost a month since I posted I need to go and think about somethings, like that bag full of stuff that needs to be returned from my last trip to Savannah. I only have 30 days to get a refund so I better plan a trip. Not sure if St. Patrick's weekend is the ideal time to head that way but what can I say? I am just no good at following through.