Dinner at the Buffet City

Our favorite Chinese buffet changed hands and names. It used to be called China Sun. It used to have huge fish tanks with all kinds of fresh water fish. It still has a little goldfish pond, but the huge fish tank turned into a glass mural. Pretty....but not as exciting for Desirae.

I was a bit disappointed and didn't take pictures. I should have, we all looked great. Desi in her new sweater outfit from Nancy, I sported makeup AND jewlery, and Dave looked nice in a new (from GoodWill) button down sport shirt.

With each of my kids, I stopped wearing jewelery, cause they would grab it. Nick broke a beautiful necklace I had made in the Hayward (CA) DMV. Atleast there were plenty of people in line to help me retrieve all those beads! And I learned a lesson. So, finding just the right jewelery was tricky because it all felt like "too much". I've learned to use a very light hand with the makeup. If I used as much as when I was a teen, I'd look like Tammy Faye! Plus it makes me look old, I think. I rarely wear it any more.

An interesting thing about the buffet is the way we viewed the food. Food is fuel for our bodies, and dinner hour is social hour. I make healthy meals. Last night we heard Desirae utter the words "Uh-oh, I'm full", and then she ate more! We finally took her bowl of ice cream away because she was taking such tiny bites....for taste, because her tummy was full. No one worried about calories or if it was healthy (except Dave who has to mind his gluten and dairy). It was foodaholism on the loose! And from looking at our neighboring diners, we were not the only ones.

I'm sure Desi is looking forward to next year....or the year she can say "let's go to the place where I get to feed pennies to the fish". She really got into the spirit of eating....but then, she is her parents child! Today, it's back to the same old routine of fruits and veggies. And that's a very good thing.

God is Bigger than our Problems

I was remembering yesterday about working my 2nd step for the second time. Step 2 is "Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity". In this step we look at the insanity and develop an image of our Higher Power.

I worked with a man who wore the little Jewish cap to work every day. Occasionally we took breaks together, and would get a bit philosophical in conversation. His grandfather is a Rabbi, a Jewish priest. So this is a story from the old Rabbi.

Grandfather and grandson were looking at the stars. Grandfather asked the grandson to look towards the brightest star. That star is called Truth, and Truth is God. Then he asked the boy to point to the star, and Grandfather explained how the hand pointing to the star represents Religion. Imagine all the different arms pointing to the one same star.

I just loved this story, because it gave me so much perspective on Religion. Growing up, I was taught that only a select few were going to heaven. The Catholics weren't. Neither were unbaptized babies. So, in not being able to look outside the box for myself, I somewhat rejected religion and a belief in God. Not totally, but I couldn't come to terms with believing in a Hellish and Fearsome God.

My step 2 gave me permission to create God in an image that works well for me. And I went back to the the Lutheran Church (ELCA this time instead of Missouri Synod) and it worked.

Then came the time of Lynn and Elvin's passings....and once again I was questioning....Lynn was Pagan, and Elvin really wanted to go be with his wife. A lot of soul searching.....a lot step 2 stuff came up again. Well, God is just bigger than our problems. That's my final conclusion. Paganism is another hand pointing at the same God Star of Truth.

It's a lesson in limits and containment. God is not limited to my thinking or teachings. (S)he is not limited to the bible. The bible says that God is Omnipotent, and Omniscient and Omnipresent. The bible taught me that God is bigger than the bible, I just didn't get it way back then.

Every day I thank God for leading me to my wonderful program of Faith through the 12 Steps. A life without Faith only looks like a life on the outside. It's a sad life to live.

Home made chicken soup

I make this quite often. It's quite a process, so I make a huge pot of it. We live on it for a few days and I freeze it.

First I boil 5 lbs of chicken in my biggest pot. When it's done, I cool it for a bit, and then strip the meat off the bones. The bones go back into the pot and stew for a few hours. I then strain out the bones for a clear broth. At this point I would add chicken base to the stock to taste. However, chicken base has wheat starch in it, so I have to use beef base. I chop onions(about 3 large) and carrots(2 lbs?) and celery( 4-5 stocks) very fine, throw it into the pot and bring to a boil, add the meat, and then I add a package of rice noodles, bring to a good rolling boil, cover soup and turn off the heat. Let it sit for 20 minutes, and enjoy. I also use brown or white rice from time to time, but allow for more cooking time at the end.

For me this is an all day affair. It's very healthy, boiling the bones adds calcium to our diets, and that's good because we don't use very much milk anymore.

After doing all the reading recently about how chickens are factory farmed, we have decided to purchase locally grown meat. This was the last of the grocery store chicken in my freezer. I'm thinking in the future, the soup may have more soup base in it and less real meat, cause I know we are going to be paying way more for chicken. We tried going vegetarian for awhile, but all that soy and beans is very gas producing, and it was a relief to eat meat for protein and have our bodies get back to normal. So, we just eat a lot less meat than we used to. I do think of our animal friends, and while I know growing them for food is not ideal, it can be done humanly.

PS, I forgot to add the PARSLEY! And a bit of garlic. But lots of parsley, preferable fresh.

I didn't have to cook tonight

Dave, after thoroughly making me angry earlier, was a knight and chose Costco Sushi for dinner. I still heated up a can of soup for Desi, and made a quick salad...and in my book it was a night free of slaving over a stove.

And the best part, as my now forgiven husband was enjoying his sushi, he commented that we have to get to the China Sun Buffet again. The China Sun Buffet is a fun place in Eugene, complete with Fish pond and Aquariums. They feature a full Chinese buffet, grill (like the Mongolian grill), Sushi and Salad Bar, and a Dessert Bar. It's a bit spendy, and you know, you can never eat enough at these places to make you feel like it's worth it. However, it doesn't hurt to try one night a year (we rarely go out to eat).

I jumped on this hot topic like a starving person. We will be going for my birthday near the end of the month. Lucky ME!!!

Desi enjoyed a day of looking for Groovy girls (belated Birthday gift), and we found them at Frogs and Polliwogs in Albany. She gets a bit over stimulated in toy stores. Just a bit.

Dave and Roy enjoyed a morning hike, Dave change d the oil in his car, and that was good because it rained hard and much for the rest of the day.

Our Story

October is Downs syndrome awareness month. And this is the year my daughter turns 6 this month. It's hard to believe we've come this far. I remember when I was pregnant, and I went swimming with my friend Tina and our kids. I wondered aloud if I would ever be able to teach this baby to swim. Today, I have no doubts, she will probably swim by herself next summer, if not before. She walks, she talks, she's potty trained, she knows her letters and colors as well as most kindergarteners. She takes dance and tumbling lessons. She is pretty normal.....and yet not. She takes more time to learn these things, and she is stubborn as heck about NOT learning to keep her hands to herself. She really loves to love on others....with her whole heart and hands.

We knew Desirae had DS before she was born. I had an amniocentesis, my doctor insisted because I was 41. We also had very extensive, modern ultrasounds and found out she was a girl before we knew she had DS. My doctor told me the results of the amnio at my ob appt in June of 2003. I was heartbroken. When Dave and Nick came home, they thought I had miscarried, I was that upset. They took the news very well, and propped me back up. Being pregnant turned into work at that point. And I was working full time on my feet all day as well.

I had the best OBGYN that money could buy. She was a gift from God. And she made sure we had the best medical care possible. I worked in a hospital kitchen, and one day she came through for lunch, and told my supervisor to "go get her a chair, there's no reason why my patient has to stand while she cashiers". He did. She also told me that "based on our experience, we cannot determine the happiness of another". Wow....that hit me to the soul. Because....

Growing up, we had a family friend with DS. I've referred to Wade before. He really shaped all my thoughts and opinions on the subject. Other than knowing him, I was ignorant. One day when we were playing, running about as kids do....Wade had to stop and sit down. He was born with heart problems. I sat down with him, and he shared that he did not like being different. As a child, I saw his pain, and felt very sad for him. Why I didn't see his joy is beyond me. Later, when we think about life and what might happen, and our options, talking with girlfriends, etc.....I decided that abortion might be a good option for these kids. They should not have to suffer our society. Did you know the brain is not fully developed until age 25? And then it develops in the directions that we take it. I never gave the subject any more thought than I did in my teenage years.

So, one of the people you first talk to is the "Genetics Counselor". And there's more tests, fetal echo cardiogram, extensive ultrasounds that weigh and measure each organ in the baby, monitoring for growth and any developing defects. When the genetics counselor saw us....for the very first time, she had never met me before, she automatically asked....first question....Abortion? Dave and I hadn't seriously talked about THAT. It was the moment of reckoning. And I burst into tears. Dave put his arm around me, and said to her "that won't be happening". It was very odd....she really did not know what to do with us after that point. We asked questions that she couldn't answer. Finally we asked for recommended reading. She got on her computer and googled books on DS. Later I asked the specialized OB doctor (not my regular OB) how many people abort and he told me that it was my own personal decision and I didn't need to know what other people did. I took that at face value. It wasn't til after Desi was born that I learned the abortion rate is about 9o% or higher.

People assume that I am conservative, pro-lifer when they hear that I knew Desi had DS from an amnio. Well, I'm certainly not pro-abortion! I had a talk with a friend recently, we share the exact same views and she calls herself pro life and I call myself pro choice. It was a good laugh, because it showed us how limiting that "label" is and what WE attach to it. Recently I heard someone refer to herself as moderate pro life. I liked that. Maybe I can be a moderate pro life person. Labels become who we are in some ways. Changing the label feels like putting on a tank top in the middle of winter!

The support of our doctors was phenomenal. Not once did I hear a negative of any sort. In August, the ultrasound showed a 2 lb baby instead of the expected 2.5 lbs, and the doctors took me off work. 3 weeks later the end of my 7th month, baby grew a lot, and that was my last ultrasound. We knew she had hair at that point! She was very active, irritatingly so! I used to complain during work, when I was tallying menus and calculating how much food was needed for the next day....I had to THINK and she wanted to turn somersaults.

The only negative came from a close family member of mine who decided my retarded baby was all about her. I was told "you don't know what it's like having to tell people about this". I guess someone had to feel the shame, but it wasn't me. Dave's family was great. His mom came and stayed with us for 10 days when Desirae was born. I was so grateful because I had a c-section and couldn't drive.

Desirae's apgars were 8 and 9. Good scores. She refused to nurse. Her tongue thrusts made latching on impossible, but she drank from a bottle just fine. I tried to nurse for almost 2 months before giving up, even had a lactation consultant and buying special shields, driving myself crazy. My whole life was try to nurse baby, feed baby, pump, over and over all day and night long. Finally everyone gave me permission to give up, so I did.

Desirae Faith is a perfectly healthy child. She's had 3 or 4 ear infections in her entire life. One thyroid test was abnormal. so we tested thyroid yearly until she was 5. She can't hear in very low frequencies and she has astigmatism, needing glasses. Pretty normal stuff. She just let her teeth be cleaned for the very first time yesterday. She has 2 cavities our pediatric dentist is keeping an eye on. She was toilet trained by age 5, with occasional back sliding and accidents. We joked that our puppy caught on to training faster than she did. We have a sense of humor about this, and we say things occasionally that the rest of the world might not think are funny. You know....I remember asking my son if he were stupid when he did a stupid thing. Well, Desirae does many stupid things, but that word is just not PC where she is concerned. Says who??? So, her parents aren't always PC and sometimes we just laugh when we "shouldn't".

We may not be PC, but God considered us to be good enough parents for her. It's a good thing I was already on the road to being the person that God would have me be...Desirae adds to the journey. The life lessons she presents are never ending. How else would I know what strengths and patience lie in reserve if I never needed to use them?

October is Downs Syndrome Awareness Month

There are those out there who are going to blog 31 for 21. I am not that ambitious! I promise to do nothing of the sort. I will try to focus a few blogs on DS in some way. Some of these bloggers blow me away with their dedication to DS. It's a fact in our lives that I accept, and with God's help, we "just do it". I borrowed that saying from Nike and never gave it back. It seems to fit my life nicely. I've learned that perfection is for the other guy. I just do it.

So you see my daughter or someone just like her-----PLEASE use the moment to educate your children on exactly what special needs means. Someone who has special needs has NEEDS! So often I hear "special needs" but I don't see that it's understood what those needs are.

My daughter needs friends. She needs good role models. She needs to be loved and accepted the way she is. She needs flexibility in the people dealing with her. She needs to be held accountable. She needs compassion. She needs forgiveness. She needs the other person to be the better person, because she is not capable of this. She needs someone to take her hand and show her the way, and give her a smile.

Please feel free to USE her and children like her to teach your children. I can't emphasize this enough. So often we teach our kids not to stare, not to point, to stay quiet, to be polite.....but we forget about life's lessons. Kids are naturally curious. And most kids know nothing about DS and other conditions that cause special needs. I've heard from children...."she looks scary", and "is Downs Syndrome a disease?". "How come she acts the way she does?". "It's good that she can talk at her age" (she looks younger than 5). "How come she talks funny?" "Is she going to grow up someday?" And sadder..."Desirae germs" from some really nice children. I've seen a cousin roll her eyes at my daughter. I've seen cousins come to her birthday party and not even acknowledge her presence.

Worse than the pointing and staring, is the not understanding that she is a real person who feels very strongly, and loves very deeply. So USE her as a teaching tool. If you want, you can ask me anything. You can say hi to Desirae, she would love it. Mom's with kids who have special needs want your children to be better educated on this subject. Better education means fewer "Desirae germs", and more real SMILES!

I'm done with the Blackberries!

These berries have been a thorn in my side for all of Aug and Sept. I finally gave up. The freezer is full enough. I gave up when I started getting hives from picking. I will have to wear surgical gloves in the future.

The above picture shows the guard canes the plant throws out. Huge thorny branches we have to cut back to get to the berries.

Pictures of the brambles under the berries. Tigerlily likes to run out and hide in these. Roy avoids them at all costs. Reminds me of the Brer Rabbit stories I read to Nick as a child.

The bushes were loaded this year. It was a beautiful sight. I have enough put away to make jam, to make cakes and cobblers, and I could have done way more, but it rained, and the rain dilutes the flavor and makes them mushy. They turned sour on the branch. Summer is over.