Finding My Inner Mexican.

It has been said that some Deaf children believe that when they grow up they will be able to hear. The theory behind this is they may be exposed to other Deaf children in school, but most of the adults they come in contact with can hear. Hearing, speech, and language all become linked to physical attributes.

This past weekend, The Mom and The Dad spent some kid free time. Most of it outside at a festival. As a result, The Mom went from pale and pasty

to tan.

When Monkey and Bean returned home, Monkey immediately noticed.

Just like growing up makes you hear, getting a tan unlocks your inner Mexican.

Mom. Mom. Mommommommommom.

I am pretty sure my kids live to torment me. Their weapon of choice? The word, "Mom."

Flashback Friday: She is deaf.

I knew what the results of the ABR would be before the test began. The preliminary tests all showed the same thing. Monkey was not responding to any sound at any decibel level. Still, despite the previous tests, an ABR was necessary to definitively prove that Monkey had hearing loss.

For the test, Monkey was sedated and hooked up to leads.

When the test concluded, the leads were disconnected. Monkey and I sat together in the darkened, quiet room waiting, while Monkey slept on still groggy from from the sedation.

After what felt like hours, but was in reality only moments, the Audiologist returned with the results.

The Audiologist nodded, solemnly confirming that Monkey could, in fact, not hear anything at all.

So, So Big.

Children speak the truth. Even when the truth is not all that nice to hear. As parents, we try to instill the knowledge of appropriateness. Knowledge such as, it is inappropriate to loudly point out how "fat and unhealthy" someone is with them sitting one table over at the restaurant you frequent. After the "fat and unhealthy" incident, I thought we had adequately covered when to shut up in public.

I thought wrong.