Sign Language
I think Ji has been catching on to signing. Today I asked him if he was hungry and showed him the sign for “food” and he opened his mouth. (smile)
Archive for December, 2004
I think Ji has been catching on to signing. Today I asked him if he was hungry and showed him the sign for “food” and he opened his mouth. (smile)
I haven’t been able to make any updates lately. Keeping these stores up (or trying anyways) has turned into quite a project this year. Longs technicians have really stepped up to the plate, but like most things that I’m finding out in the corporate world, it may be too little too late. Our other stores are doing alright but I may be making another trip to AZ to help open another store and try to make some sense of the existing system problems. On top of all that, there is a mild software crisis in Hawaii and, heaven forbid, I may also have to go down there to help train on some new software.
On a good note, we ended up with a check from financial aid for the Fall quarter. Didn’t expect that one!
Another tooth cut through today- he’ll have two front (bottom) teeth before Christmas!
I’ve been enjoying my hatha yoga class (here) so much. Most Tuesday nights I come home fully feeling the physical benefits (soreness, for example!) of my practice but last night’s class was a little different. We practiced all restorative poses which allow and incourage one to be, rather than to do. If someone were to walk down the street and peek through the window it would appear that we were all taking a group nap. Restoratives bring a quiteness to all parts of the being, which is why Paul, the instuctor, advised us to take a moment to prepare ourselves for the busy world outside and increase the reaction time we needed before driving away in our vehicles. Very interesting. We also were led through breathing exercises at the end of class while in Savasana, the corpse pose. Paul asked us, first, to take note of the breath without changing it. Then to add a steadiness to the breath before invisioning the lungs as having three seperate chambers. He instructed us to gently allow air into the first chamber, pause (not as to hold the breath, but as the natural pause between inhalation and exhalation.), let air into the second, pause, and the third before letting the air exit completely without force. We were advised to drop the breathing exercises and just stay in Savasana if problems with the nervous system or a warmth on the back of the neck occured. This warning interested me more than the breathing practice itself.
Just thought I’d share. (smile)
Ji went to the doctors today for his six month visit. Everything is good and healthy. The growth percentage for hieght (28″) is up, weight (17lbs 12(?)oz) and head circumference are both down but all three are still within average range.
He was quite the charmer, as expected. Tony, the nurse, absolutely adores Johnathan and always stops to make him laugh when we meet in the hallways. Dr. Cannon, who was picked out for our little guy before he even came along, was quite impressed with how social of a baby he is. Johnathan couldn’t wait to get his hands on Doc… and then the stethoscope in his mouth.
I’m not yet on a first name basis with the poor vaccinist, but she has been there for each wretching baby injection and makes little effort to warm up to us. I suppose she understands the best strategy is to just get it done and get us out. Ji got five shots today: DTaP, Hib, Polio, PCV, and Influenza. I laugh when the baby book has a spot for his shots, and then a line to write in the reaction. Mine cries… has anybody known any different? Wouldn’t you be a little concerned if you poked your baby with a needle and injected him five times and he didn’t cry? Yeah. He was a pretty good sport, though. He turned flourescent pink and SCREAMED and pretty much stopped once I picked him up. He gave the boo-boo lip and a little whipmer but that was about it. That’s our brave little prince.
Yesterday a grey-haired gentlemen came over to goo-goo-ga-ga at Ji in the store. He told me that one of five great-grand children is the same age as Johnathan. I forget the exact numbers, but he told us that his children gave him many, many grandchildren and I assume many more great-grands are on their way. At the end of our meeting he pulled out his billfold and handed me a dollar. “If you promise to put this in his piggy bank.” the complete stranger said, and added, “Happy Holidays.” as he walked away.