“Oh Iiiii-saaaaac. Here boy!!! Come on! Come here!”
This was my sister’s Facebook status the other day, and I laughed out loud. By afternoon and evening today, our part of the country is supposed to be receiving the remains of Hurricane Isaac. And I don’t know anyone who is anything other than thrilled, and holding our breaths, praying fervently that it actually happens! Last weekend we were promised 80% chance of rain here both days. The weather forecasters told us that if Isaac stalled out right where it was (which happened to be over Haiti), the rain here would hang on through Monday. How do you pray in those circumstances? Whose needs come first? The people still living in tents and abject poverty, or the worst drought in fifty years, which has worldwide repercussions for food production and cost?
Well, it didn’t matter. Saturday passed with nothing more than a pathetic sprinkle, and Sunday we got 4/10 of an inch late, very late in the day. My parents began harvesting last weekend. Corn is expected to produce over 100 bushels per acre. That first day, my parents got 30. And they still don’t know if the soybeans will produce anything at all.
Which leads me to another pet peeve of mine: what we pray for communally. I’m well aware that I don’t live in a farming community, but I can’t stop being frustrated that we remember to pray for military members every single week at church, and we don’t pray for agricultural issues even when huge swaths of the country are undergoing severe hardship. Understand, it’s not that I object to praying for the military, because I don’t. I just object to the fact that we seem to be communally blind to the segment of the population that provides us with, I don’t know, EVERYTHING WE EAT.
Here’s a telling sentence from Julianna’s new IEP: “Julianna will comply with 2-3 step directions with one verbal prompt beyond the initial direction. (Refraining from avoiding eye contact with the adult, and covering her face.)”
Reading this got me started thinking, and made it clear to me that Nicholas has at last outstripped his sister in almost all developmental areas. One morning, he spilled milk on the floor. I told him to use the stool, get a paper towel, and clean it up. At the time I was thinking about the fact that I still had to problem solve for him how to get the paper towel, but in retrospect I realize that series of directions is still beyond Julianna. For her to accomplish the same thing, I would have to hover over her and issue each stage, more than likely several times. I’ve been thinking it’s mostly behavioral, but now I’m not so sure.
On the up side…are you ready for this? Watch this video we took of her before school yesterday. It’s less than a minute long, I promise. I don’t want to tell you what it is because I don’t want to spoil the surprise. 🙂 Though if you’re on Facebook with my husband, you’ve probably seen it already…
Not that all is well in Julianna-land. We learned from her teacher yesterday that when the para is working with another child, she pokes other kids, pulls hair, or gets up and moves. Aside from the hair pulling, which makes me go “Whaaa?” the rest of it is just mischief that she hasn’t learned isn’t appropriate. She can’t talk to people to tell them she likes them or wants to be with them, so she does it by touch instead. She just doesn’t realize how annoying it is.
I am single parenting this morning which means I have to have everyone ready to leave in 1 hour to take Alex to school, so I’ll leave you with this: the Incredible Backward Boy.
Have a great weekend!