gimme some shugga!
I have a date! With the eye surgeon. It's going to be March 29th. I've decided I'm not going to wait for the ABR to order his BAHA. Screw it (a little BAHA humor). I've asked upwards of 15 parents, 2 audiologist, 1 advocate from The Let Them Hear foundation, and I called Cochlea America themselves. They all agree that regardless of whether he is deaf as a post, or as a post behind a sound proof wall, he needs the Intenso. Once we screw it directly into his scull he may need a 'quieter' processor, but while it's on the Soft Band, having to transmit the vibrations through his skin and hair, it needs that extra umph.
The whole family went to a nice restaurant tonight for V-Day and it was kind of a miracle. Everything went eerily smoothly. Like the calm before a storm. I kept waiting for someone to dump their soup, pee themselves or lose a shoe. But thankfully we got Ben home in one piece.
This life is a far cry from what I had in mind. I wanted to finish my masters at Colorado State and land a job that would hole me up in some quite mountain cabin conducting research on the habits of the wildlife through the harsh winters. Quite an isolated life. So I would never have thought the existence I'm leading would satisfy me so much. But then I didn't think I'd find someone like Ben (a funny, smart, uncomplicated, confident, outdoorsy, dork!? Oh, and he's HOT!) or that snot nosed kids could be this cool and funny. The stay at home parent mantra is so tired but... yes, I could have done more worldly and exciting things but instead I create and shape life itself. The world will still be there tomorrow, and if it's not, I would rather have the experiences this life has brought me. Maybe just sprinkled with moments of my original plan. Like our simple home, you could compare it to a cabin. And our view! Our panoramic pleasure! It's got to be one of the best Texas has to offer. I do miss the chance to live in snow though. But then, I've never had to deal with busted frozen pipes or shovel my way through snow drifts taller than me.
I'll be 45 when the youngest graduates high school. Maybe then Ben and I will both move to Grand Tetons and hole up together. After all, haven't you seen that bow-flex guy? He's 45 and in the best shape of his life!
