<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657</id><updated>2011-09-24T01:04:16.672-07:00</updated><category term='knowing he can hear with his cochlear implant'/><category term='a little info'/><category term='achievements'/><category term='Mr. Holland&apos;s Opus'/><category term='excited about nucleus five'/><category term='Beginings'/><category term='making decisions'/><category term='mapping'/><category term='accident'/><category term='Robotics'/><category term='second cochlear implant'/><category term='website from a deaf teen'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Prom'/><category term='UNL'/><category term='E.Y.F Rochester New York'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='pucker up'/><category term='signing'/><category term='lost cochlear'/><category term='history'/><category term='speech'/><category term='expanded speech'/><category term='one more year till graduation'/><category term='a celebration'/><category term='enjoying live'/><category term='speech contest in Kearny'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='waiting to hook up nucleus 5'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Insights of a mom with two boys with cochlear implants</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello, I am happily married and a mom to seven children. My oldest is 17. He was implanted when he was six. Then I have a 15 year old, a 11 year old, a 10 year old, a 9 year old, a 5 year old and my youngest is 2. He too is implanted. He was implanted December 15, 2008. Wow, how things are different from one child to the next...I thought I would share my life with others. I hope people read, relate, or learn from my mistakes and accomplishments...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-7897572820194355184</id><published>2011-05-09T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:49:39.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNL'/><title type='text'>Graduated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rviDRzAq3zE/TchgS58Sg-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/7b1immorn6w/s1600/228333_1736107254409_1590434272_31556882_6712744_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rviDRzAq3zE/TchgS58Sg-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/7b1immorn6w/s320/228333_1736107254409_1590434272_31556882_6712744_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe it but he has done it. Douglas is now a high school graduate. This photo is of him and his interpreter. I am so proud of him. He has decided to go to UNL. He was all set up to go to RIT but found out two months ago that he has Type 1 diabetes. He was accepted into a study through Creighton Medical center in Omaha Ne. He will have to go once a week for two years to get injections. They are hoping that this medicine will make it so you don't have to inject yourself anymore. They are trying to&amp;nbsp;restore his beta cells. I hope it works. We are getting everything ready now for UNL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IqoaWElPi8/TchhZ8LbL5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/j_yzO8HjfN0/s1600/227071_1736110054479_1590434272_31556889_4645895_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IqoaWElPi8/TchhZ8LbL5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/j_yzO8HjfN0/s400/227071_1736110054479_1590434272_31556889_4645895_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-7897572820194355184?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7897572820194355184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2011/05/graduated.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7897572820194355184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7897572820194355184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2011/05/graduated.html' title='Graduated'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rviDRzAq3zE/TchgS58Sg-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/7b1immorn6w/s72-c/228333_1736107254409_1590434272_31556882_6712744_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-6728751717730157449</id><published>2010-12-02T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:50:34.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanded speech'/><title type='text'>speaking with more words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TPfMk3bDNzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/S-5X5cmzwhQ/s1600/100_0678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TPfMk3bDNzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/S-5X5cmzwhQ/s320/100_0678.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aw, My baby is growing up, both of them. I can only assume that Diezel talks as well as he does because he is mimicking all six of his brothers and sisters. I could not have imagined that we would hear such words come from him. Diezel will say, come here, where you go, I want eat, give me that, look over there, I poo change, grandpa, grandma, mom, dad, Jason, destiny, Douglas, Devin, Dawson, Decemberlyn is Decemb, Morgan, come here, playing with my tar (car), drink please, eat now please, bath please dirty, and much more. I can only hope he keeps expanding his vocabulary. We are blessed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-6728751717730157449?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6728751717730157449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/12/speaking-with-more-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/6728751717730157449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/6728751717730157449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/12/speaking-with-more-words.html' title='speaking with more words'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TPfMk3bDNzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/S-5X5cmzwhQ/s72-c/100_0678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-8435237968763947318</id><published>2010-12-02T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:42:14.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>Letting go and College bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TPfKfbvGVtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/wYskhiWvHCg/s1600/DSCF0825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TPfKfbvGVtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/wYskhiWvHCg/s320/DSCF0825.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our oldest is in his senior year. I am having a hard time getting him to understand that there is a lot of things he needs to consider when picking a college. I am trying to let this be his decision with letting him see all sides to each college. How do you let go and hope he makes the right choices? How do you step back and know he may fail? How do I let him be a young adult? How do I just let go, period?&amp;nbsp; These are all questions running through my head. Way back when I could not have imagined that We would be here already and I would have to let go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-8435237968763947318?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8435237968763947318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/12/letting-go-and-college-boung.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8435237968763947318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8435237968763947318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/12/letting-go-and-college-boung.html' title='Letting go and College bound'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TPfKfbvGVtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/wYskhiWvHCg/s72-c/DSCF0825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-1763860655774647910</id><published>2010-09-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:15:05.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost cochlear'/><title type='text'>Lost Processor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TJzaPVTakYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2Vg9I9zRU4I/s1600/SAM_0639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TJzaPVTakYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2Vg9I9zRU4I/s400/SAM_0639.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where did the summer go? This is a picture of Decemberlyn and Diezel at the kid's swim meet. While the kids were swimming, Diezel was playing at the park. Do you know how difficult it is looking for a beige processor in sand? Two hours in and we found it. The thousands of imaginary bricks on my shoulders dropped the minute I saw it under the merry go round... &lt;br /&gt;Now we have lost it again. This time at the babysitters. We spent all day looking for it without any luck. We are hoping the company will replace it this once and then I can only pray that we never lose it again. Body Adhesive Tape works well for the most part and if Diezel isn't wrapped up (in whatever it maybe that he is doing) he is usually pretty good at bringing me his processor if it falls off. &lt;br /&gt;We will just have to see what the future holds......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-1763860655774647910?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1763860655774647910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost-processor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/1763860655774647910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/1763860655774647910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost-processor.html' title='Lost Processor'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TJzaPVTakYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2Vg9I9zRU4I/s72-c/SAM_0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-2364336331250023783</id><published>2010-09-24T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:03:19.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.Y.F Rochester New York'/><title type='text'>E.Y.F. IN ROCHESTER NEW YORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TJzW8clrA_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wgznvFVVk7k/s1600/254EYF_2010_2_BC_6541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TJzW8clrA_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wgznvFVVk7k/s640/254EYF_2010_2_BC_6541.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TJzXUexombI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZeiQ9l0HeNk/s1600/214EYF_2010_2_MM_2438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TJzXUexombI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZeiQ9l0HeNk/s320/214EYF_2010_2_MM_2438.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TJzXZq1x8fI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MIf9Qyamkhw/s1600/292EYF_2010_2_SW_1012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TJzXZq1x8fI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MIf9Qyamkhw/s400/292EYF_2010_2_SW_1012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOUGLAS WENT TO ROCHESTER NEW YORK TO SEE IF HE WOULD LIKE TO GO TO COLLEGE HERE. HE WROTE AN ESSAY TO THE LIONS CLUB IN RETURN THEY HELPED A LITTLE WITH THE COST. I WANTED TO SHARE HIS ESSAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I want to thank you for the donation of 100 dollars to fly out to Explore Your Future at Rochester Institute of Technology. I appreciate your generosity. I had a great time and learned a lot at EYF. I met a lot of people and made new friends. It was a great learning experience and it was also a fun time to be with others who are deaf whom can relate to me or I them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at RIT I first went to the dorms. The room was fantastic. It had desks for homework to work on. It had a/c, heater, and drawers to put clothes in. After dinner every night we would do fun activities such as ice skating, swimming, dancing, going to the water park, and socializing. I was able to use my sign language at EYF. This is one of the reasons I want to go to this college because they cater to the deaf. The colleges in Nebraska are catered for the hearing world. I wouldn't get the experience of being around hearing and the deaf. I know that Nebraska has some really great schools and I plan on checking them out before I make up my mind but it was nice to go here to see what they have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we would have counseling and classes. The counseling was to see what job would be best for my life. We also took testing such as compass test, which tests reading and writing skills. When I took the compass test there were 3 different categories of scores and I was in 80%-100%. This means my English is good and ready for college. I was a little surprised with the score but I was proud because I spent my time working hard reading and finding the errors. Then we would have classes such as engineering, chemistry, biology, computer art, and engineering art. My favorite class in EYF was engineering because it was interesting and hands on activity. I have always liked to do things with my hands. I didn’t have any non-favorite classes, it was all interesting to learn and watch from. I have learned a lot from the classes and counseling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day they had a guy who works at IBM to come over and give a presentation for the kids who were interested in this career and I went to listen. The presentation was really cool. It gave me more information about engineering and I think it could be a field I would be interested in because I could think up new ideas and create them. I learned a lot from the guy who works at IBM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience getting to go there and finding out what RIT looks like. Now I am more confident in choosing RIT for college. Or I should say I am really leaning towards this college but I plan on checking out colleges in Nebraska before I make my final decision. I have 2 different ideas for my future. One is FBI Tech analyst and the other is to work for IBM. Thank you once again for being interested in helping me chose my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Marion Sidak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM PROUD OF MY SON: &lt;/strong&gt;but I wish he would chose a school a lot closer to home. Everyone keeps telling me I had to have done something right if he has confidence enough to go so far away...I will have faith that everything works out the way it is suppose to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-2364336331250023783?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2364336331250023783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/09/eyf-in-rochester-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/2364336331250023783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/2364336331250023783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/09/eyf-in-rochester-new-york.html' title='E.Y.F. IN ROCHESTER NEW YORK'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TJzW8clrA_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wgznvFVVk7k/s72-c/254EYF_2010_2_BC_6541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-2926167203500427932</id><published>2010-06-20T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:23:54.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TB6UJGqCzII/AAAAAAAAAMA/NId2KvMq9kI/s1600/Dad+and+Diezel.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TB6UJGqCzII/AAAAAAAAAMA/NId2KvMq9kI/s400/Dad+and+Diezel.bmp" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad, is an amazing man. I love this picture of &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; and my Dad. He is letting &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; help him fix the lawn mower. He has more patients than I or anyone I know has. He is mellow. The only time I have seen him angry is when you have pushed WAY to far and that takes a lot to push that far...&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to recognize my dad on Father's day. I love you, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Verdel&lt;/span&gt; (DAD). You mean the world to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-2926167203500427932?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2926167203500427932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/2926167203500427932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/2926167203500427932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TB6UJGqCzII/AAAAAAAAAMA/NId2KvMq9kI/s72-c/Dad+and+Diezel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-8572623289772098443</id><published>2010-06-18T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:06:37.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one more year till graduation'/><title type='text'>One more year</title><content type='html'>Douglas had his senior pictures done a week ago. It made me a little sad. I starting thinking about how short this year will be. Then my baby will be heading off to make his own destiny. He plans to go to R.I.T. in New York. That is a very long way from home. I won't be able to see his smile, tears or hear his laugh or snores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBveJBl6wlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/r-eV-hV-XsA/s1600/30646_403840017209_136637602209_4141365_4209940_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBveJBl6wlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/r-eV-hV-XsA/s320/30646_403840017209_136637602209_4141365_4209940_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBveAvqswOI/AAAAAAAAALo/WYKaDEOHYRk/s1600/30646_403839977209_136637602209_4141360_8316631_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBveAvqswOI/AAAAAAAAALo/WYKaDEOHYRk/s320/30646_403839977209_136637602209_4141360_8316631_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBveGvs1CzI/AAAAAAAAALw/PseBSriNyTg/s1600/30646_403839997209_136637602209_4141363_157855_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBveGvs1CzI/AAAAAAAAALw/PseBSriNyTg/s320/30646_403839997209_136637602209_4141363_157855_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I was told Douglas was deaf it was like the world stopped. Every sound I heard I just couldn't help thinking that he would never hear them. How life can be so different than you imagined. Here we are seventeen years later and thanks to the miracle of cochlear implants my son has defied the odds. He hears most and speaks&amp;nbsp;very well plus he is fluent in sign language. His deafness may have been a loss at the time I found out but who would have thought I would say now We are Blessed... I may worry about him being so far away but I know he is ready. He will do great. I must enjoy every second I have this year before he is gone far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-8572623289772098443?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8572623289772098443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-more-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8572623289772098443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8572623289772098443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-more-year.html' title='One more year'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBveJBl6wlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/r-eV-hV-XsA/s72-c/30646_403840017209_136637602209_4141365_4209940_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-7963780009653483816</id><published>2010-06-18T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:52:00.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoying live'/><title type='text'>having fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBvapoEVbdI/AAAAAAAAALY/cotZc03lVFI/s1600/100_1713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBvapoEVbdI/AAAAAAAAALY/cotZc03lVFI/s400/100_1713.JPG" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; got to enjoy feeding a chipmunk at Estes Park in Colorado. He had so much fun. But at the end of the day he started getting cranky and wanted to be held. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; is wants to do everything by himself so when he wants to be held and cradled, I knew he wasn't right. In wasn't much longer before he vomited on me...I just wonder if it wasn't the altitude? Besides that one mishap it was a very beautiful day. He can repeat many words you say, perfect but unless you pull it out of him he would rather babble. I hope this is normal and sometime down the road he will start speaking words on his on accord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBvcFcRP5CI/AAAAAAAAALg/LPbqpDBVRLk/s1600/DSCF0769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBvcFcRP5CI/AAAAAAAAALg/LPbqpDBVRLk/s320/DSCF0769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackie (our cousin) was told by &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; to look up at the mountain goats. He wanted to make sure everyone saw what he was seeing. It was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-7963780009653483816?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7963780009653483816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/having-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7963780009653483816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7963780009653483816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/having-fun.html' title='having fun'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/TBvapoEVbdI/AAAAAAAAALY/cotZc03lVFI/s72-c/100_1713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-3854545493052678054</id><published>2010-04-29T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:15:49.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginings'/><title type='text'>Second Prom</title><content type='html'>Douglas and Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9mu6FvKUvI/AAAAAAAAALI/1lsjcEqpYLs/s1600/DSCF0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9mu6FvKUvI/AAAAAAAAALI/1lsjcEqpYLs/s400/DSCF0125.JPG" tt="true" width="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elwood Nebraska Prom 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can tell Douglas likes Nicole. I really like her to. Her family was really nice. I am glad I have raised my son to know how to find a girl that has self respect and has goals in life. I know that they are just teenagers but it is the stepping stones that lead us up our set of stairs to life... Dating is how you get to know the qualities you want in a mate for later in life. Maybe she will be the one. I know that some people marry their high school sweethearts. I did, later in life. Or maybe this will be the beginning of his adventure into dating.....One never knows what the future will hold but it is defiantly a beginning of something new.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9mwnwnEAgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MR204_ZxdLE/s1600/DSCF0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9mwnwnEAgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MR204_ZxdLE/s640/DSCF0141.JPG" tt="true" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-3854545493052678054?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3854545493052678054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/second-prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/3854545493052678054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/3854545493052678054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/second-prom.html' title='Second Prom'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9mu6FvKUvI/AAAAAAAAALI/1lsjcEqpYLs/s72-c/DSCF0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-8333423175858978202</id><published>2010-04-22T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:57:51.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prom'/><title type='text'>O'neill Prom 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CYQsrXhBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Z4FIVWJ_zDU/s1600/100_2464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CYQsrXhBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Z4FIVWJ_zDU/s400/100_2464.jpg" width="162" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CYXLZ17eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DMJm6lpJs4I/s1600/100_2516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CYXLZ17eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DMJm6lpJs4I/s320/100_2516.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CYddhBYlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WH6qFXPk3-M/s1600/SAM_0494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CYddhBYlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WH6qFXPk3-M/s320/SAM_0494.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CYoCXMXWI/AAAAAAAAALA/4kegtvyrAVo/s1600/SAM_0474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CYoCXMXWI/AAAAAAAAALA/4kegtvyrAVo/s320/SAM_0474.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Douglas and Alecia right before they went to prom. They have known each other since they were two. They are like brother and sister. They goof off as you can see in one of these pictures. The other is of Douglas' interpreter, Laurie. It was amazing that she was willing to go to prom with them. She also went to post prom with them for awhile. Douglas is so lucky to have her. I can't believe my oldest boy is going to prom already. He is going to two more, one in Lexington Ne. with a girl he is interested in dating. Her name is&amp;nbsp;Nicole.&amp;nbsp;She is deaf as well. Her brother is hard of hearing. It is nice to have others that I can relate to as well as Douglas. I will post pictures of that prom when we get back from it this weekend. Then in May he is going to a deaf prom in Omaha Ne.. After going to the speech contest in Kearney a friend, Vickie asked him if he would like to go with her. It is a little much but at least he has friends to have fun with&amp;nbsp;and make memories with. Vickie is deaf and her sister is hard of hearing as well. Nicole and Vickie and siblings that are hearing. Douglas relates to them because of his family dynamic and I can relate to their parents. Having children that can hear and two that can't, it is nice to know other people that are similar to me. Well, I will post when I have pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-8333423175858978202?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8333423175858978202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/oneill-prom-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8333423175858978202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8333423175858978202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/oneill-prom-2010.html' title='O&apos;neill Prom 2010'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CYQsrXhBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Z4FIVWJ_zDU/s72-c/100_2464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-8254244390256077161</id><published>2010-04-22T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:59:37.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robotics'/><title type='text'>Robotics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CXfQvAGFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jf9Ui7PuRwY/s1600/SAM_0433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CXfQvAGFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jf9Ui7PuRwY/s400/SAM_0433.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CXp6dJ9GI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0n5PG1kphrc/s1600/SAM_0442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CXp6dJ9GI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0n5PG1kphrc/s320/SAM_0442.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Douglas was in Robotics. His team took first in this event. They took second in overall year round competitions. I am so proud of him. They did a good job. He left Robotics competition in Norfolk got home and had to hurry and get ready for prom that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-8254244390256077161?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8254244390256077161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/robotics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8254244390256077161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8254244390256077161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/robotics.html' title='Robotics'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CXfQvAGFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jf9Ui7PuRwY/s72-c/SAM_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-5127496362137913031</id><published>2010-04-22T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:37:12.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mapping'/><title type='text'>Mapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CWly53RyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/h-y8uo2CMlk/s1600/100_2134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CWly53RyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/h-y8uo2CMlk/s400/100_2134.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was Diezel's 2nd birthday. I can't believe he is 2. He went back to the Lied Technology and Learning Center in Omaha Nebraska. They remapped his implants. I can tell that he is hearing better. He is starting to copy sounds and words that we say. Today he said "Wow, look at that" I was floored. How amazing is that.. I hope he keeps learning and saying more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-5127496362137913031?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5127496362137913031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/mapping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/5127496362137913031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/5127496362137913031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/mapping.html' title='Mapping'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CWly53RyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/h-y8uo2CMlk/s72-c/100_2134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-2689855611265491742</id><published>2010-04-22T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:11:38.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech contest in Kearny'/><title type='text'>Speech Contest for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CTxuJZUYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/H44w7em0ELQ/s1600/26421_1212690252065_1673051965_402031_4467445_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CTxuJZUYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/H44w7em0ELQ/s400/26421_1212690252065_1673051965_402031_4467445_n.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Douglas did a good job on his speech.&amp;nbsp;He didn't win but I think that everyone in this picture is winners. They stood up gave speeches, did amazing jobs, and they all represented themselves wonderfully. The speeches were on &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt; Communication, pro or con...Not only did they do a good job it was an opportunity for all these students to get together with old friends. Most of them live in small towns and don't have any other deaf students to relate to. I am glad they get these opportunities to be around one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-2689855611265491742?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2689855611265491742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/speech-contest-for-deaf-and-hard-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/2689855611265491742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/2689855611265491742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/speech-contest-for-deaf-and-hard-of.html' title='Speech Contest for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S9CTxuJZUYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/H44w7em0ELQ/s72-c/26421_1212690252065_1673051965_402031_4467445_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-7383502366213776532</id><published>2010-03-17T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:37:50.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S6FKpCwoeJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/icXTOb1ls2Y/s1600-h/IMAGE_126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S6FKpCwoeJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/icXTOb1ls2Y/s400/IMAGE_126.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Douglas made vegetable beef stew for his brothers, sisters, his grandparents, and great grandma. I thought this was so nice of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PROM, it is next month, I did not realize how expensive this can be. Especially, Since he is going to two of them. He has a busy month in April. Second weekend he has a speech contest for the DHH in Kearney Nebraska. The next weekend is his prom and the following weekend he goes to prom with Nicole in Lexington Nebraska..Busy Busy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-7383502366213776532?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7383502366213776532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7383502366213776532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7383502366213776532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S6FKpCwoeJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/icXTOb1ls2Y/s72-c/IMAGE_126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-4899247533886677454</id><published>2010-01-18T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:12:47.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='achievements'/><title type='text'>A wonderful son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S1TDgOZI3pI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zfZLdUfdHQc/s1600-h/Douglas+working.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S1TDgOZI3pI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zfZLdUfdHQc/s400/Douglas+working.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Douglas when he was younger. Thank goodness for braces. He had a very bad overbite. I am so proud of Douglas. When I was a teenager my mom use to say you will get it twice as bad when you have your own. So far, I have been very lucky. The other day Douglas was Instant Messaging me on Yahoo. Here is a copy of our conversation. I feel blessed to have such a wonderful son. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: i have none &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;c's&lt;/span&gt; in my report card &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;whoooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not kidding no &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;c's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: i have b - in English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: but rest is b and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: 3 a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: and 4 b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: how awesome is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: i worked harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: I'm going to work harder for this semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: i love you mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: thank you for raising me at the start to be a smart boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: i will always continue my education &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not giving up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: i love you &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: your the best mom ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;romperroom30: U were born smart I Love u and I am proud of u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: i am proud of you for being a mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;romperroom30: I am happy God choose u 2 be my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: = D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: i am happy god choose u to be my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: i know that i am mouthy sometime but i will always love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: i might get to far but I'm sorry for every time i get to far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sidak&lt;/span&gt;: how did the funeral go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;romperoom30: It was good. I am glad to have known a man who protected his country as a soldier, our state as a reserve and our city as a firefighter.... Rest in peace, Jimmie Dale Sawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Check out Douglas' website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ops.esu8.org/~douglassidak/Douglas_Sidak_Sign_Language/Welcome.html"&gt;http://ops.esu8.org/~&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;douglassidak&lt;/span&gt;/Douglas_&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Sidak&lt;/span&gt;_Sign_Language/Welcome.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-4899247533886677454?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4899247533886677454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/wonderful-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/4899247533886677454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/4899247533886677454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/wonderful-son.html' title='A wonderful son'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S1TDgOZI3pI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zfZLdUfdHQc/s72-c/Douglas+working.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-8245463483707565723</id><published>2010-01-14T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:13:24.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><title type='text'>new words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S0-Wdm3zEvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EtWn7DrvwIw/s1600-h/100_1874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S0-Wdm3zEvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EtWn7DrvwIw/s400/100_1874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; with his cousin, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Gracee&lt;/span&gt; and his Grandma Fern. We were at Morgan's skating party. They are a month apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; is now saying stop it, one, two, three, two, two, and two, that is how he counts. He is also saying what, more please, uh &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt;, want it, get it, Dawson, Douglas, and a few more I just can't think of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Gracee&lt;/span&gt; can say way more than this but I have to remember that &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; is saying words with cochlear implants and she says words with the use of her ears. I am so grateful for what he is accomplishing and I am proud of &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Gracee&lt;/span&gt; and her speech.&amp;nbsp;Anyways, they are both adorable and I think you can tell that they are related.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-8245463483707565723?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8245463483707565723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8245463483707565723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8245463483707565723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-words.html' title='new words'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/S0-Wdm3zEvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EtWn7DrvwIw/s72-c/100_1874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-3222687401857075386</id><published>2009-12-16T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:13:44.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Rembrandts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SyknawsIPAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zs0N5Y8miHU/s1600-h/Douglas+with+Doug+and+verdel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SyknawsIPAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zs0N5Y8miHU/s320/Douglas+with+Doug+and+verdel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SykneJODb2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q5qE4wtoTcI/s1600-h/Douglas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SykneJODb2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q5qE4wtoTcI/s320/Douglas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SyknsXRKcRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bv_UPiOgpw8/s1600-h/9222_1234729543869_1098095025_30739987_81312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SyknsXRKcRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bv_UPiOgpw8/s320/9222_1234729543869_1098095025_30739987_81312_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sykng84gB8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/RrpMG6JeqQU/s1600-h/052508_1903%5B00%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sykng84gB8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/RrpMG6JeqQU/s320/052508_1903%5B00%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sykn-8fw-aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pza-Qcg379A/s1600-h/197+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sykn-8fw-aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pza-Qcg379A/s320/197+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My two boys are so special to me. I am blessed that God thought I deserved to have them. I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-3222687401857075386?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3222687401857075386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-often-asked-to-describe-experience.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/3222687401857075386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/3222687401857075386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-often-asked-to-describe-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SyknawsIPAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zs0N5Y8miHU/s72-c/Douglas+with+Doug+and+verdel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-4244682601325317250</id><published>2009-12-16T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:36:46.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SykgFeSxgXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/r8Tj1CCx4DM/s1600-h/The+Sidaks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SykgFeSxgXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/r8Tj1CCx4DM/s400/The+Sidaks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our Family picture we have just gotten back. I think it turned out pretty well. Our photographer is such a wonderful person. I am glad that I have had the opportunity to know Brooke Kaczor.&amp;nbsp; We want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and God bless each and everyone of you. Please remember why we celebrate Christmas. Jesus was born on this day and he gave himself so that we may live. Never forget the reason for the season of Christmas.... The ultimate gift that Jesus gave to each and everyone of us!!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Syke11Rg9ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k1szquRJJwQ/s1600-h/Sidak04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Syke11Rg9ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k1szquRJJwQ/s400/Sidak04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Lied and Learning Technology Center in Omaha Nebraska. It was there annual Christmas Party for the deaf. The kids had their faces painted. They decorated sugar cookies and made snow flakes. They had their picture taken with Santa and Mrs. Clause. Diezel loved seeing Santa. It was awesome to see Santa sign to all the children. He gave them each a stuffed lion. We all enjoyed ourselves. I think this picture turned out pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-4244682601325317250?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4244682601325317250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/4244682601325317250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/4244682601325317250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SykgFeSxgXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/r8Tj1CCx4DM/s72-c/The+Sidaks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-407859765202097225</id><published>2009-11-07T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:21:51.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>On a lighter note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvXv78mF8VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8HgCn1KGlno/s1600-h/100_1719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvXv78mF8VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8HgCn1KGlno/s320/100_1719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I thought just for fun I would share my family at Halloween.&lt;strong&gt; I love Halloween.&lt;/strong&gt; I go all out. I did my husband and all my kids.&amp;nbsp;We are Little Red Riding Hood and The Big Bad Werewolf. We won first at the Halloween Contest. It is the one time of the year you can be anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is Douglas. It is hard to see but he has a hand coming &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; his forehead. As though someone put their hand &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; his forehead then ripped his head clean off. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Douglas is a hard worker. He puts his all into everything he does. He is a typical teen, mouthy. He is a good kid though. He gets good grades and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;doesn't get into trouble. I am very proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvXwqChRx8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lPKOQyEWj1k/s1600-h/100_1597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvXwqChRx8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lPKOQyEWj1k/s320/100_1597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvXyaDjp2TI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8DCVKVZrEjk/s1600-h/100_1632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvXyaDjp2TI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8DCVKVZrEjk/s320/100_1632.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Devin is a Disco Dude. That is what he called himself. It worked for me. Devin is a mother hen. He tries to parent all the kids. He is a neat freak. Everything has to be in order or life may crumble. In some ways that isn't a bad trait. Devin is a klutz like his mom. If there is a hole in front of it, i am sure one of us will trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX0LYNzTRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dsmYivD3aKs/s1600-h/100_1595.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX0LYNzTRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dsmYivD3aKs/s320/100_1595.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dawson was &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Dooby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Doooo&lt;/span&gt;. He is our shy and quiet child. He is so adorable. He would do anything for you. He is a lover. When he does get upset about something his cry will pull at your heart strings. It's so quiet and sad you have to hold strong..Because what you really want to do is wrap your arms around him and let him get away with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX0ks_S7NI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zV20Ah1kO7w/s1600-h/100_1655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX0ks_S7NI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zV20Ah1kO7w/s320/100_1655.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Morgan Danielle is Dracula. She is our tomboy. She isn't into &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; stuff. Locust shells is what she collects all summer. Frogs you'll find in every container. Morgan Danielle and Dawson are total opposites yet they are glued at the hips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX2H9yB0jI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SR174jUQCx8/s1600-h/100_1610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX2H9yB0jI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SR174jUQCx8/s320/100_1610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Decemberlyn&lt;/span&gt; is a Butterfly girl. If you can believe it that is all her hair. I used lots of hairspray,teased it, and sprayed it with color. She is my &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl. She is a Drama Queen. I think she can shed a tear at the drop of a hat. It's hard to admit but she is me when I was little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX26nLsyXI/AAAAAAAAAII/IKEoKDQKDhU/s1600-h/100_1598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX26nLsyXI/AAAAAAAAAII/IKEoKDQKDhU/s320/100_1598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Destiny was our adorable clown. It took me FOREVER to tease up her hair and get it to look like a clown wig but I think I got close. She is half and half. She is &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; and a tomboy. She loves Tinkerbell and any type of princess yet she loves frogs, any type of bug and would live outside if you let her. She is our Destiny because I was told I would have no more children. After I had surgery for my sinuses, I went home and got really sick. I went to the hospital and after taking blood they came back saying that I&amp;nbsp;was pregnant. She was Destined to be here. God was taking care of her while I had all those drugs in my system. She is healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX4DoWIjaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jLh4_ydXWpg/s1600-h/100_1681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX4DoWIjaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jLh4_ydXWpg/s320/100_1681.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; is our spider. I wasn't going to put makeup on him or hair color but he insisted. If his brothers and sisters get it he wants it to. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; brings up the rear. He is the last. There will be no more babies for me. I think Seven is plenty. I am sure anyone would agree with me. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; is a go getter. If he wants something he will work at it till he figures it out. He is bull headed just like his father. He is a lover like his mother and he is smart like his oldest brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX6b-2uYSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yVaDO9DRPMo/s1600-h/100_1690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvX6b-2uYSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yVaDO9DRPMo/s320/100_1690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is my whole crew. I am so lucky to have them. Each one of them has a different personality. I wouldn't want it any other way. I can't wait till next year. The possibilities are limitless............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-407859765202097225?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/407859765202097225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-lighter-note.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/407859765202097225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/407859765202097225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvXv78mF8VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8HgCn1KGlno/s72-c/100_1719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-7900840776524617071</id><published>2009-11-05T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:05:12.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Holland&apos;s Opus'/><title type='text'>A good movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvMOC8QloUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_qJfj0caSxo/s1600-h/mister-hollands-opus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvMOC8QloUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_qJfj0caSxo/s320/mister-hollands-opus.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This movie is an older one but it is so worth watching. I had some friends over and they had said before that they could not imagine what it was like to have found out your child was deaf. When Douglas was born and I found out that he was deaf, I had no idea that he would ever hear as well as he does. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvMOxlah-8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/_AFZFlkaTmY/s1600-h/mr_hollands_opus_ver2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvMOxlah-8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/_AFZFlkaTmY/s320/mr_hollands_opus_ver2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, we watched this movie and&amp;nbsp;my friends&amp;nbsp;experienced what I felt. When the mother on here realizes that she is sure that her son can't hear it goes silent around her. They did a good job in this movie&amp;nbsp;of showing or making you feel how it would feel to discover your child is deaf. It's a wonderful movie.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvMPr1XCyeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/U4jFNdSBB_M/s1600-h/51P2FYRR7XL__SS500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvMPr1XCyeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/U4jFNdSBB_M/s320/51P2FYRR7XL__SS500_.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It also shows a father trying to fulfill his life long dreams and maintain his family. It shows his struggle to relate to his deaf son. I recommend anyone to watch this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-7900840776524617071?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7900840776524617071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-movie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7900840776524617071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7900840776524617071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-movie.html' title='A good movie'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvMOC8QloUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_qJfj0caSxo/s72-c/mister-hollands-opus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-5871925372806853886</id><published>2009-11-05T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:16:32.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited about nucleus five'/><title type='text'>Nucleus 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvMJERI9w4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/yg_DKyU-jgY/s1600-h/100_1738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvMJERI9w4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/yg_DKyU-jgY/s320/100_1738.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; with his sister &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Decemberlyn&lt;/span&gt;. This was taken last night after we got back from Omaha, Nebraska. He is showing off his new nucleus fives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvXuOgqnunI/AAAAAAAAAHI/doWEw8fvfow/s1600-h/100_1747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvXuOgqnunI/AAAAAAAAAHI/doWEw8fvfow/s320/100_1747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m Giving &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; a piece of chocolate from Halloween so that he will stay still long enough to get a side view of his new processor. It has plastic covers that you can put on. Right now he has blue with soccer balls on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvXucmI2JiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jSPL2z8Gz3w/s1600-h/100_1748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvXucmI2JiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jSPL2z8Gz3w/s320/100_1748.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This implant comes with a remote that does so many things. I think the feature I like best so far is that you can put the head piece on the back of the remote and it will tell you if it is working or what is wrong. It also will have you make noises and it will tell you if the microphone is working right. I also like that I can turn it on off or on without messing with it behind his ear. The battery part locks. No more of &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; pulling all the pieces apart and I spending forever finding them all. They all lock together. I also like the hook that helps hold it on. It is like eyeglass material. You heat it up to shape it. It really stays well to his head. I am using toupee tape still just for extra measures. Oh, I also like that the wire is separate from the head piece. The battery goes in &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the middle instead of the bottom. You don't replace a filter across the whole processor instead it is to little round ones that go over the microphone. It seems the company took all the suggestions and ideas from people who have implants and put it all together to make a wonderful device. It is &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; kid proof which makes it nice for mothers who stress out about trying to find where their child has placed every part that they dismantled. I spent two hours in my yard looking. I have gone &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; all of the garbage before. I have been on my hands and knees looking for a piece of the implant at &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. I have to open the door to the Tahoe slowly just in case a piece is going to fall out. It is so nice that this new device locks and the head piece is very hard to pull apart. I am excited....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-5871925372806853886?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5871925372806853886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/nucleus-5.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/5871925372806853886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/5871925372806853886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/nucleus-5.html' title='Nucleus 5'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvMJERI9w4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/yg_DKyU-jgY/s72-c/100_1738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-8630274867831378149</id><published>2009-11-03T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:06:47.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>DADS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvA7R39fhAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MetyRaCYFAU/s1600-h/m_6aa01657c2e64ff296bf7242f05bc3f6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvA7R39fhAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MetyRaCYFAU/s320/m_6aa01657c2e64ff296bf7242f05bc3f6.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvA7PkcI-rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yrYSVSFzfCs/s1600-h/l_377666cbe58a4b64ad00031b3bcb768a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvA7PkcI-rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yrYSVSFzfCs/s320/l_377666cbe58a4b64ad00031b3bcb768a.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my DAD, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Verdel&lt;/span&gt;. He is a wonderful man. When I was little I thought that all men were evil. I thought God didn't know I existed. My childhood included a very sick man (my birth father).&amp;nbsp;I am grateful that he created me but that would be it. God knew me. He watched over me. He couldn't control my birth father. He did give us free will. However God could watch over me and let me see the blessing that I have received. My mom finally got out of that horrible situation with her first husband. She used food to comfort her pain. She started meeting friends and they introduced her to O.A. (over eaters anonymous). This is were she met my dad. We lived in V.A. They dated for over two years. My two brothers and I were not so nice to him. I think in our minds that if our birth father could be the way he was with us, all men have to be this way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Verdel&lt;/span&gt; stuck it out. He was tough. I am not saying he never was hurt&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;us children but&amp;nbsp;he was patient and never left us. They married and not long after my dad retired from the navy. My mom and dad decided we all needed a fresh start so my dad moved us to his childhood home, Nebraska. It was different, small, and it was slower paced. At the time it was scary and I was broken. God knew I needed Nebraska. I came out of my shell and started healing. It has taken over 21 years but I think I am almost there. I think most of my wounds are healed. My DAD is a wonderful man. He stuck by and loved me unconditionally till I was ready to except him. He never had any biological children but instead got three broken kids from his marriage. He excepted us as though we were his and he never looked back. I was sixteen before I started to let him in but by the time I was eighteen I truly felt blessed to have such a wonderful DAD and let him know so. When I had my first child, my dad was in the delivery room with me. I felt he deserved to have the experience of child birth. He may not have created us but he made us. I wanted him to see life from the beginning. A child undamaged, a child free to love unconditionally. I am glad he was in the delivery room with me. I was a scared little girl and he kept me calm. To this day Douglas and My DAD have a special bond. He is a&amp;nbsp;caring grandpa. Teaching them all how to build things, how to work on cars, and most of all he is teaching them to love unconditionally. I am blessed. I am grateful that he loves me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-8630274867831378149?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8630274867831378149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/dads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8630274867831378149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8630274867831378149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/dads.html' title='DADS'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SvA7R39fhAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MetyRaCYFAU/s72-c/m_6aa01657c2e64ff296bf7242f05bc3f6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-8702091405247052852</id><published>2009-11-02T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:07:11.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting to hook up nucleus 5'/><title type='text'>Surgery is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Su89d_JtT2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6ug03z6nmsM/s1600-h/diezel+and+mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Su89d_JtT2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6ug03z6nmsM/s320/diezel+and+mom.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; did well. He was in pain for the first day and night then&amp;nbsp;he bounced back to his normal self. He gets hooked up this Wednesday. I am excited. The first implant he received was the nucleus freedom. You can feel it on his head. It protrudes a little. This new one even with a little swelling you can not feel it at all. He received the nucleus 5. I like that it is not noticeable from site or touch. Well I hope he does well at his hook up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-8702091405247052852?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8702091405247052852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/surgery-is-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8702091405247052852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8702091405247052852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/surgery-is-over.html' title='Surgery is over'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Su89d_JtT2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6ug03z6nmsM/s72-c/diezel+and+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-7954934525052986268</id><published>2009-10-24T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:38:35.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second cochlear implant'/><title type='text'>Nervous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SuOWYoo4ahI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aaQtYXAgNeY/s1600-h/197+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SuOWYoo4ahI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aaQtYXAgNeY/s320/197+(2).JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diezel goes Monday to get his second cochlear implant. I am nervous. You would think after three implants. Douglas with two and Diezel with his first, I would be immune to this. It scars me. Surgery is still surgery. I am sure he will do fine. I know God will protect him and stay beside Dr. Lusk. while he is operating on my son. Hopefully neither of my boys or for that matter any of my children ever have to have any more surgeries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-7954934525052986268?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7954934525052986268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/nervous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7954934525052986268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7954934525052986268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/nervous.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SuOWYoo4ahI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aaQtYXAgNeY/s72-c/197+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-1049809250524149380</id><published>2009-10-20T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:34:47.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website from a deaf teen'/><title type='text'>Douglas sets up website</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/St3GmE10_OI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4c2AJdrOg5M/s1600-h/9222_1234729543869_1098095025_30739987_81312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/St3GmE10_OI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4c2AJdrOg5M/s320/9222_1234729543869_1098095025_30739987_81312_n.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Douglas with his Great Grandpa Toad (Owen). What characters!!!Douglas created a website. I think anyone would enjoy it. Take a look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ops.esu8.org/~douglassidak/Douglas_Sidak_Sign_Language/Welcome.html"&gt;http://ops.esu8.org/~douglassidak/Douglas_Sidak_Sign_Language/Welcome.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-1049809250524149380?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1049809250524149380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/douglas-sets-up-website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/1049809250524149380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/1049809250524149380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/douglas-sets-up-website.html' title='Douglas sets up website'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/St3GmE10_OI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4c2AJdrOg5M/s72-c/9222_1234729543869_1098095025_30739987_81312_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-6877443225135794870</id><published>2009-10-08T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:42:05.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a little info'/><title type='text'>A first</title><content type='html'>Diezel and I went to Virginia. My best friend got married. She looked beautiful. It was Diezel's first airplane ride overall he did well. &lt;br /&gt;Diezel is getting his second implant on Oct. 26th. I hope all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;It is getting cold here already. I am not ready for seven kids stuck inside. It is nice when things get hectic to say "OUTSIDE EVERYONE" go play....&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much to say. Just wanted to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-6877443225135794870?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6877443225135794870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/6877443225135794870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/6877443225135794870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/first.html' title='A first'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-8716945439532476971</id><published>2009-09-14T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:18:47.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sq7dXNuBfvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/R7YdlHtK4sY/s1600-h/Summer+2009+017+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sq7dXNuBfvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/R7YdlHtK4sY/s400/Summer+2009+017+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my mom, Joyce Lynne Myers. She has been through a lot in her life. I appreciate everything she has done for me. When I found out Douglas was deaf, my mom was there. She helped me through a very hard time. Not only did she stand beside me but she waited for me to grow up. I was young and immature. I didn't handle the situation the best that I could have. I am grateful my mom stood beside me. Now that I am older I must say that I have handled &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; being deaf with maturity&amp;nbsp;and insight on the situation. I have had ups and downs. I have been angry and hurt. I have felt a wide range of emotions but instead of taking out these feelings on family and friends, I have gratefully accepted their help to walk beside me in this time of need. I am grateful for everyone who is willing to share in mine and my families lives. My mom being the one in the front of the line... Thank you mom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-8716945439532476971?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8716945439532476971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-my-mom-joyce-lynne-myers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8716945439532476971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8716945439532476971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-my-mom-joyce-lynne-myers.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sq7dXNuBfvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/R7YdlHtK4sY/s72-c/Summer+2009+017+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-6632162396507487324</id><published>2009-09-01T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:19:05.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signing'/><title type='text'>I love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sp1z9w0uV3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/WfT5fBLeWMk/s1600-h/DSCF0175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sp1z9w0uV3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/WfT5fBLeWMk/s400/DSCF0175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; and I are posing at the lake. WE are signing "I love you" to dad. I think it's cute that he is trying to get his fingers right. It won't be long and he'll have it down pat. I want to slow the clock down just a little. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; being my last baby, it's hard to let him become more and more independent. I now know why the "baby" of the family is the baby. Yes, it isn't fair but they do get more of you. They have come to you when you have experienced more of life and have a better grasp of&amp;nbsp; who you are and who you want to be. Your less selfish. You have realized that they are the most valuable thing you own. The youngest also gets more of your attention because by now you have come to realize that it goes by to fast and you can't get it back. So, now I know why&amp;nbsp;I always hounded my mom about how she treated my youngest brother differently than us...It's just the order of things and I am sure until my children have their last child they will not get it and I will hear how &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; gets more of me......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-6632162396507487324?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6632162396507487324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/6632162396507487324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/6632162396507487324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you.html' title='I love you!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sp1z9w0uV3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/WfT5fBLeWMk/s72-c/DSCF0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-7833757755541096564</id><published>2009-08-25T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:35:12.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>a full mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SpSm6JjutBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yyJif4sEiMU/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SpSl1E47Q7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7qWIkVYPeMA/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SpSbO0Z8lSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3jApkYJts48/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374090934247789858" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SpSbO0Z8lSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3jApkYJts48/s320/042.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of where we like to go camping. My husband captured this. It"s the world when it is winding down right before dark, your last chance to view it's beauty before it is engulfed by night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tent it, if you can believe that. All nine of us in two big tents and I wouldn't want it any other way. We swim, hike, ride bikes, take walks beside the lake, grill, sit around a camp fire, and roast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the kids are in bed, my husband and I sit around the fire, snuggle into each other and just drift into our thoughts before we to head into the tent to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drift&lt;/span&gt; into my thoughts would be like getting onto the freeway with loops, turns, and twist. My mind keeps going to questions of my life decisions. I sometimes wonder if Life would have been easier for my husband, my children and I if I would have went to college. So I could have helped in the burden of money. I wonder If my time I invest in my children and my husband is making an impact, enough that it has been worth tight times. I love being with my kids, my husband and taking care of my family. I know that my boys wouldn't get as good of care at a daycare than they do with me. It would be hard to juggle speech therapy, early childhood teacher, deaf educator, Doctors appointments, plus five other children that need my attention. I know that if I worked I would be often to tired to be a devoting wife but still it crosses my mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; that my husband carries a heavy burden supporting us. Tonight It has once again crossed my mind and as I put the kids to bed and started cleaning up the kitchen I happened to look up to a frame with a reading in it from Roy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lessin&lt;/span&gt;. I often forget it is there. Going by it dozens of times to busy to look up but tonight I did and I needed to. I thought I would share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONTINUE ON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman once fretted over the usefulness of her life. She feared she was wasting here potential being a devoted wife and mother. She wondered if the time and energy she invested in her husband and children would make a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At times she got discouraged because so much of what she did seemed to go unnoticed and unappreciated. "Is it worth it?" she often wondered. "Is there something better that I could be doing with my time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was during these moments of questioning that she heard the still small voice of her heavenly Father speak to her heart. " You are a wife and mother because that is what I have called you to be. Much of what you do is hidden from the public eye. But I notice. Most of what you give is done without remunerations. But I am your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reward&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your husband cannot be the man I have called him to be without your support. Your influence upon him is greater than you think and more powerful than you will ever know. I bless him through your service and honor him through your love. Your children are precious to Me. Even more precious than they are to you. I have entrusted them to your care to raise for Me. What you invest in them is an offering to Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may never be in the public spotlight. But your obedience shines as a bright light before Me. Continue on. Remember you are My servant. Do all to please me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I read this and I know God has called me to be a wife and mother. I need not worry about finances or any other worries. God will walk us through it all. God would not have given me two very special gifts, "our two boys who are deaf" if he didn't think I would cherish them and do right by them. He would not have given me five more children to rear, love, and take care of. I need to remember when I&amp;nbsp;look back at life that I am exactly where God wants me to be.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-7833757755541096564?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7833757755541096564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-picture-of-where-we-like-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7833757755541096564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7833757755541096564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-picture-of-where-we-like-to-go.html' title='a full mind'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SpSbO0Z8lSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3jApkYJts48/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-8742914042838366528</id><published>2009-08-24T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:30:17.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pucker up'/><title type='text'>Diezel's summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SpM546-_3sI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0Q_wyQ-EPvY/s1600-h/2009+8-23+Daves+camera+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373702430452080322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SpM546-_3sI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0Q_wyQ-EPvY/s320/2009+8-23+Daves+camera+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kissy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kissy&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; will pucker up. I think it is so cute. Our summer has gone by so fast but it has gone by without an accident, in our family that is a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; signs frog, please, more, uncle, thank you, kitty, puppy, eat, drink, candy, gum, want, but his favorite is no,no,no... He is trying out words with his voice. He says mom, dad, D&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ouglas&lt;/span&gt;(D&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ouglish&lt;/span&gt;), no(mo), don't, kitty, a few other words but can't think of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; is due a follow up at B&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oystown&lt;/span&gt; National Research H&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ospital&lt;/span&gt; in Omaha Nebraska. I am curious to see how he does now that he is a little older. It seems like just yesterday he was a baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cradled&lt;/span&gt; in my arms. I can't believe he is nineteen months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud that my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; is learning to sign and speak. He comes from hearing parents so I want him use his voice. He was  born deaf and that is apart of him as well. When the cochlear implant comes off he is still deaf  so I want him to sign as well, the best of both worlds, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-8742914042838366528?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8742914042838366528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/diezels-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8742914042838366528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/8742914042838366528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/diezels-summer.html' title='Diezel&apos;s summer'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SpM546-_3sI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0Q_wyQ-EPvY/s72-c/2009+8-23+Daves+camera+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-2800820841433741570</id><published>2009-08-16T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:09:56.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a celebration'/><title type='text'>Who would have ever guessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SoiAnY9X7oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aYT5oWMhobw/s1600-h/272+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370683969842441858" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SoiAnY9X7oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aYT5oWMhobw/s320/272+(3).JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;We celebrated my husband's 40th birthday last night. There was karaoke. Here is a picture of my husband and our son singing together. When I learned that Douglas was deaf I would have never guessed that the day would come that he would sing karaoke...What a blessing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-2800820841433741570?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2800820841433741570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-would-have-ever-guessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/2800820841433741570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/2800820841433741570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-would-have-ever-guessed.html' title='Who would have ever guessed'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SoiAnY9X7oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aYT5oWMhobw/s72-c/272+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-7372372081388705706</id><published>2009-06-18T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:47:53.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SjreQ5aBdWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HiNc1Kzrzfs/s1600-h/PHONE+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348831889325127010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SjreQ5aBdWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HiNc1Kzrzfs/s320/PHONE+191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Summer is here. Douglas is out helping Grandma with her garden. He has joined the swim team. He has taken first every time so far. I am so impressed with my son. He has made sure that everyone knows his needs. He has his coach &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;signal&lt;/span&gt; when the whistle is blown. He entered a speech contest for deaf and hard of hearing. He didn't win but I think he did well for his first time. His poem was featured in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Boystown&lt;/span&gt; National Research Hospital's Newsletter. He is going to two deaf camps this summer. His summer is full and he wants to Hay for a friend as well. What he has done in all of sixteen years. He is going to be an amazing man someday. I am sure I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prejudice&lt;/span&gt;. He is my son after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-7372372081388705706?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7372372081388705706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7372372081388705706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/7372372081388705706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SjreQ5aBdWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HiNc1Kzrzfs/s72-c/PHONE+191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-3837447742167590635</id><published>2009-05-05T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:22:19.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making decisions'/><title type='text'>new information</title><content type='html'>When I was deciding which way to go for Douglas with his language (sign,oral or total communication), I told his deaf educator that I wanted him to have speech therapy and I wanted him to learn to sign. I wanted Douglas to be given every opportunity as a deaf person and to be allowed every opportunity as if he was a hearing person. She told me this was total communication. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; a reader of my blog posted a comment about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;-com, I had never heard of it. So I looked it up. My children can speak if they wish or sign if they wish or do both at the same time if they wish. As there parent until they are old enough to make their own decision I am going to do everything in my power to make sure they get the best of both. When my boys leave my home they will have enough knowledge to be what they choose. If they choose to be deaf and only sign, they will know how. If my boys decide to only speak and not use sign, they will know how. If my boys decide they want to speak and sign or speak or sign, they will know how. I want them to feel they can choose anything they want and know it is okay. I will be proud of them no matter what language they decide to choose. Douglas knows some see 2 signs and some ASL signs. He usually doesn't sign every single word but it is usually in English order..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-3837447742167590635?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3837447742167590635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-information.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/3837447742167590635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/3837447742167590635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-information.html' title='new information'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-4159864601759639914</id><published>2009-04-27T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:16:40.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowing he can hear with his cochlear implant'/><title type='text'>Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SfY7cfIhaGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IMu_LAO1KfY/s1600-h/DSCF0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329512569619179618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SfY7cfIhaGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IMu_LAO1KfY/s320/DSCF0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it but on April 25t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; 2009 my 15 month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; cochlear implant fell from his head and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grabbed&lt;/span&gt; it and put it back on. He is reaching such mile stones. How awesome is it that he knows it has to be on his head to hear sound...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-4159864601759639914?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4159864601759639914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/independent.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/4159864601759639914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/4159864601759639914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/independent.html' title='Independent'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SfY7cfIhaGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IMu_LAO1KfY/s72-c/DSCF0845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-6884399609403985114</id><published>2009-04-08T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:37:46.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BABY GOT HIS FIRST HAIRCUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sd15xQ87ZDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/10HgNzWesJs/s1600-h/DSCF0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322544221892863026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sd15xQ87ZDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/10HgNzWesJs/s320/DSCF0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sd15xDcHP7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7S5pGtQOR6c/s1600-h/DSCF0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322544218265567154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sd15xDcHP7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7S5pGtQOR6c/s320/DSCF0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diezel Sat in the chair all by himself. He didn't bounce around whild Mindy cut and clipped his hair. Now he looks like a little gentleman. It seems like he is doing everything so fast. I suppose it's because he is our very last baby. I want to savior every single second, every single moment, and every single thing he does. The baby i know will be gone in a  blink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-6884399609403985114?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6884399609403985114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-baby-got-his-first-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/6884399609403985114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/6884399609403985114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-baby-got-his-first-haircut.html' title='MY BABY GOT HIS FIRST HAIRCUT!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Sd15xQ87ZDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/10HgNzWesJs/s72-c/DSCF0705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-1739743227273158767</id><published>2009-03-20T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:22:22.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><title type='text'>Dog bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/ScQ_sVlA7AI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0fWJkxXJ_MU/s1600-h/DSCF0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315443491143216130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/ScQ_sVlA7AI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0fWJkxXJ_MU/s320/DSCF0620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diezel got bit by a small dog. We went and visited an older couple who have an old dog. Diezel was on the floor crawling to dad when the dog came around the chair and bit him. It got the corner of his eye. It was very scary. We had to drive to Omaha and he had a stint put into his tear duct. He also recieved eight stitches. We were very lucky that the dog didn't damage his eye. He is healing very well. The doctor did an awesome job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-1739743227273158767?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1739743227273158767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/dog-bite.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/1739743227273158767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/1739743227273158767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/dog-bite.html' title='Dog bite'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/ScQ_sVlA7AI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0fWJkxXJ_MU/s72-c/DSCF0620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-3803560714636210727</id><published>2009-03-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:13:53.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a decision that is life long</title><content type='html'>We have been waiting on Diezel's ear infection to clear up to proceed with his second cochlear implant. We live 200 miles away from his doctor so we haven't been back yet to go forward. He wears a hearing aide and I now he is hearing with it. I didn't realize his head piece was off and I called for him and he looked at me. So all day I was testing him. I would clap my hands and he would look to see what I was doing. I would make noises and he would look at me. When we had him in the sound proof room he turned to sound without it (yes it was louder sounds) but with his hearing aide on he turned to some softer sounds. They said it wasn't alot so he was still a canidate for a second one. I know that he wasn't hearing at his best when they tested him because he had an ear infection when they tested him. He had fluid behind his ear.&lt;br /&gt;What if I decide to take away his hearing and it was enough with the use of a hearing aide. It is hard to make decisions for your child when whatever you decide will affect their lives either way I choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-3803560714636210727?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3803560714636210727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-decision-that-is-life-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/3803560714636210727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/3803560714636210727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-decision-that-is-life-long.html' title='Making a decision that is life long'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-4580018232518914270</id><published>2009-02-27T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:26:19.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SahDiMmPwHI/AAAAAAAAACM/qs5E-oFf1qM/s1600-h/100_3156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307566415632384114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SahDiMmPwHI/AAAAAAAAACM/qs5E-oFf1qM/s200/100_3156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; was born 1-22-2008. On the third day of his being on earth we were told that he was deaf. I think I was in shock because while I was pregnant I told my doctor that I thought maybe he was going to be deaf. During the day he slept in my belly, through six kids being loud and noisy but at night when all was quit and I went to sleep he would move around like no ones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;. My doctor told me to stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;worrying&lt;/span&gt;. I do worry about EVERY little thing. So I listened to him. I talked myself into believing I was being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;. If we were going to have another deaf child we would have already with the last six. So when my doctor came in with the news that our baby boy was deaf it was hard. I hadn't allowed myself to be prepared. I like to ALWAYS be prepared for EVERYTHING...and as we know that will NEVER happen. I had been through this before, I knew I could do it. I knew I was better prepared. I went home with my beautiful son and gave myself a few days before I told everyone. I didn't want all the advice and "oh it will be fine" speeches. I wasn't ready to let go of what he would never have. I'd say that lasted about a week. I was taking a shower and talking to God as I often do and a peace came over me. I knew then it was okay, everything would be okay. I got dressed and came out and told my husband he could tell our family and friends. I wouldn't trade him for nothing..I chose to believe that God thought I was worthy of such a precious gift not once but twice...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; was fitted with hearing aids at two months old. He didn't get a lot of use out of them. At first it was okay because he was to little to mess with them but by six months he would pull them out and I would put them in. We would do this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;allll&lt;/span&gt; day. I don't think he heard a whole lot with them. We knew right away we wanted him implanted. We looked at all three choices of cochlear implants and decided on Nucleus Freedom. It was a very smart choice in our opinion. He was implanted on December 15 and hooked up December 31st. We didn't notice any difference at first. NOTHING..We came back in two weeks and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;remapped&lt;/span&gt; him. We could tell a little bit of difference but not much. Then in two weeks we put him in the booth and he actually would turn to the little toys that turned on and lit up when he heard a sound. He was hearing the high pitches but not the low ones. So they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;remapped&lt;/span&gt; it and WOW what a difference. Our cochlear implant team has told us they are amazed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; that they haven't seen these kind of results only being hooked up for two months. They said he is doing awesome. We would agree now that he is mapped right, he hears, it is obvious. You could tell he was hearing sound but he had no idea where it was coming from. Now he knows his name when called. He is saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dadda&lt;/span&gt;, making the sound of a sheep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BABA&lt;/span&gt;. He still is having a hard time localizing where the sound is coming from. Oh he knows that someone is talking from a phone because my husband is a trucker, I am on the phone with him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;allll&lt;/span&gt; the time so he puts the phone to his ear and says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dadda&lt;/span&gt; every single time..I am so pleased. I like the Nucleus Freedom. I like that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;batteries&lt;/span&gt; go inside of the device. They stay charged forever. The device that goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; the ear isn't to big. I like the body worn. We use the clip that attaches to the device and clip it to the side of his shirt and run the wire up to his magnet. I have been blessed that our son as done so well. We have an awesome team working with him, that helps. He is getting speech from the school speech therapist twice a week for thirty minutes each time. He gets speech from the hospital twice a week for thirty minutes each time and the deaf educator comes out twice a week. We are so lucky. I won't take this for granted, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Diezel&lt;/span&gt; is getting bombarded with language from excellent resources including us and his siblings. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; easier when you have gone through this once before so you know what outlets there is out there for you. We still have chosen total communication as we did with our oldest. Just because they can hear doesn't mean that they are not still deaf. You take the cochlear implant off and my children are deaf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-4580018232518914270?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4580018232518914270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/diezel-was-born-1-22-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/4580018232518914270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/4580018232518914270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/diezel-was-born-1-22-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SahDiMmPwHI/AAAAAAAAACM/qs5E-oFf1qM/s72-c/100_3156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-381613052884919946</id><published>2009-02-27T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:25:11.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>A little history</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SagxUbYcDtI/AAAAAAAAACE/ADxj4sMSQzQ/s1600-h/ScannedImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307546387873533650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SagxUbYcDtI/AAAAAAAAACE/ADxj4sMSQzQ/s200/ScannedImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Douglas was Born 2-15-1993. I didn't discover he was deaf till July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Back then they didn't do a screening for hearing in the hospital. When we thought he was deaf we went to our family doctor. When he opened the door to the room Douglas looked towards the door. He said, "oh he can hear, he heard the door open." FYI, most deaf people have excellent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perifial&lt;/span&gt; vision. Well he told us that even if he has a hearing problem he would be fine till he was a year old then have him tested. My mom didn't except that answer and she called e.n.t specialist till she found one that would see him without a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;re feral&lt;/span&gt;. They tested him and told us they were sure he was profoundly deaf but they would like to refer us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boystown&lt;/span&gt; National Research Hospital in Omaha Nebraska. Once there we discovered he heard at very high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decibels&lt;/span&gt; in the low frequencies and pretty much nothing in the high ones. They fitted him with hearing aids and went with total communication. We made sure to have him wear them always. People would ask how we got him to keep them in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Persistence&lt;/span&gt; is what we would say. He did better than everyone expected but by six we realized that his hearing was very limited. We looked into a cochlear implant and he was excepted as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;candidate&lt;/span&gt;. I knew nothing about them and as a young mom just went with whatever was offered. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Woulda,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shoulda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coulda&lt;/span&gt; gets you no where and I can't go back. When he was hooked up he didn't cry or get upset he wanted his hearing aid in but we told him to leave this on for now. Being six it was nice that he could communicate by sign and some voice to let us know he was hearing. A straw pulling through the plastic lid from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; to him. Everything he heard he would stop and ask "did we hear that? What is that?" When he was implanted they only had the body worn. He had a fanny pack he keep the device in and the wire ran up under his shirt and through at the neck to connect to his magnet. They were working on the behind the ear and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a voucher to get one once they were out. He has done well with them. I say "them" because he was implanted with his second about seven months ago. Advanced Bionics' batteries are not as they should be. They are suppose to hold a charge for up to fourteen hours. They last about four hours so he has to keep at least four batteries on him or he goes deaf. Also the prongs that connect to the device break easy. Other than the batteries everything has been well. He talks almost perfect. He signs just as well and I love that about him. He has had his ups and downs but for the most part, I think he is a well rounded, typical teenager. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-381613052884919946?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/381613052884919946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-history.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/381613052884919946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/381613052884919946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-history.html' title='A little history'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SagxUbYcDtI/AAAAAAAAACE/ADxj4sMSQzQ/s72-c/ScannedImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-1569670234525671906</id><published>2009-02-26T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:37:53.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SIDAK's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SaeXdesBKyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e9C_9eeyODY/s1600-h/scan001001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307377218589109026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SaeXdesBKyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e9C_9eeyODY/s320/scan001001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top then Left to right....David, Dawson 9, Morgan Danielle 9, Devin 13, Douglas 16, Diezel 1, Lisa, Decemberlyn 7 and Destiny 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-1569670234525671906?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1569670234525671906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/sidaks-from-top-then-left-to-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/1569670234525671906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/1569670234525671906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/sidaks-from-top-then-left-to-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SaeXdesBKyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e9C_9eeyODY/s72-c/scan001001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-4687281868518772237</id><published>2009-02-26T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:02:49.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem from Douglas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SagcoivYY8I/AAAAAAAAABs/EwQEzCY0BEk/s1600-h/m_a9ac6c805e90290818cbbe94aa301d33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307523643702010818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SagcoivYY8I/AAAAAAAAABs/EwQEzCY0BEk/s200/m_a9ac6c805e90290818cbbe94aa301d33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My son wrote this for his english class and I thought it was something I should share with others. I think this about sums it up for a deaf child....HOW SPECIAL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Born on February fifteenth of nineteen ninety-three, I was born into a world of silence. To see the faces around me made me happy but to not hear the words from their mouths made me sad. My world changed as I was implanted with a cochlear implant….&lt;br /&gt;A day of sound…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am from December of 1999.&lt;br /&gt;From a deaf baby to a hearing boy&lt;br /&gt;From beautiful faces to beautiful voices&lt;br /&gt;From only knowing silence to a world of noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from hard work and perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;From deaf educators, speech therapy and reading lips&lt;br /&gt;From the use of sign language and using my voice&lt;br /&gt;From signing my first word to learning to say my first word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from God.&lt;br /&gt;I am from family made from God, He who knew they needed me and I them&lt;br /&gt;From trust, faith and security&lt;br /&gt;From a Family who stands strong beside me to God who lives within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from never giving up.&lt;br /&gt;From deafness, the hurt from surgery, and recovery&lt;br /&gt;From hearing each sound, every noise and learning it’s source&lt;br /&gt;From realizing my mistakes and trying over again and again then getting it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt;From deaf to hearing, it’s hard to see that words deceive me&lt;br /&gt;From words I hear, no meaning till I can see them and still achieving&lt;br /&gt;From knowing this and still willing to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from coping.&lt;br /&gt;From making it work, figuring it out, and still moving on&lt;br /&gt;From heartbreak, heartache, and still loving&lt;br /&gt;From sadness and emotion and yet I let go&lt;br /&gt;From frustration and confusion and yet I succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from a deaf culture and a hearing world.&lt;br /&gt;From those who sign and those who speak each different&lt;br /&gt;From unspoken words and words spoken out loud&lt;br /&gt;From deaf understanding and fighting to make a hearing world understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from a cochlear implant.&lt;br /&gt;From deafness, hearing sounds and noises a plenty&lt;br /&gt;From words, sentences, paragraphs, and complete stories&lt;br /&gt;From my world and yours&lt;br /&gt;From understanding that I have a voice and a cochlear implant to hear it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-4687281868518772237?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4687281868518772237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-from-douglas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/4687281868518772237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/4687281868518772237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-from-douglas.html' title='A poem from Douglas..'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SagcoivYY8I/AAAAAAAAABs/EwQEzCY0BEk/s72-c/m_a9ac6c805e90290818cbbe94aa301d33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174436226791128657.post-1360267668198339315</id><published>2009-02-26T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:00:04.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SaeOG24Ij6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZGcGBY1MRHk/s1600-h/100_2688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307366934340734882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SaeOG24Ij6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZGcGBY1MRHk/s320/100_2688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My boys are Douglas, who is 16 and Diezel who is 1. They are both implanted. Douglas is implanted on both sides and Diezel only has one. We are trying to get an ear infection to clear up so we can proceed with his second side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diezel was in the cylonder checking his balance. Douglas went in with him for this test. They had stopped for a moment and I think Diezel was saying "ENOUGH"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7174436226791128657-1360267668198339315?l=insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1360267668198339315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/1360267668198339315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7174436226791128657/posts/default/1360267668198339315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insightsofamomwithtwoimplantedboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-boys.html' title='My boys'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096710412832385181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/Saee5YU3c6I/AAAAAAAAABM/iqSy9sD5Axw/S220/!cid_0A1BE86A56C544DA927DAEB15FE0B422%40D65CQQ91.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IK4zAxP58/SaeOG24Ij6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZGcGBY1MRHk/s72-c/100_2688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
