<?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-2819751906947308618</id><updated>2012-01-22T09:03:03.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to Shane</title><subtitle type='html'>...and other adventures</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-402172454178639749</id><published>2009-11-21T05:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:38:30.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat-a-Cake and Playgrounds...here we go again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SwfqJtU3I5I/AAAAAAAAARE/lkQaOsfS5lw/s1600/Shane+October+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406547330188387218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SwfqJtU3I5I/AAAAAAAAARE/lkQaOsfS5lw/s320/Shane+October+182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SwfqJQbvPpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9eHqApt7qUk/s1600/Shane+October+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406547322432601746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SwfqJQbvPpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9eHqApt7qUk/s320/Shane+October+235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SwfqJO-Ce1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aO9bdSAV0mY/s1600/Shane+October+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406547322039597906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SwfqJO-Ce1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aO9bdSAV0mY/s320/Shane+October+176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SwfqI7_l43I/AAAAAAAAAQs/10UPkwoAjDg/s1600/Shane+October+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406547316945838962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SwfqI7_l43I/AAAAAAAAAQs/10UPkwoAjDg/s320/Shane+October+122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SwfqISYQHNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MSqh9n5s2qc/s1600/Shane+October+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406547305774980306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SwfqISYQHNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MSqh9n5s2qc/s320/Shane+October+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we are almost at one month from our return from China. While we were away, we posted on babyjellybeans.com (type in Shane Roberto). If you weren't able to follow our journey, feel free to catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been quite a month, and our lives have changed significantly since October 12th when we first met Shane. We are now a family of 8!!! Do you have any idea how many gallons of milk that is a week? Don't think about it, it will exhaust you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived home on October 23, we were greeted at the airport with our Mick, whom we flew home for the weekend. Mick's flight arrived just as we were getting our bags, and we had a wonderful weekend with all the kids. We didn't get much sleep, but we sure were happy to be home. The girls absolutely flipped over Shane, and he has been engulfed in hugs and kisses from the minute he came in the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the adjustments...wow has it been hard. Matt and I have basically been doing shifts, in between swine flu, school working, and adjusting two kids to our time rather than China time. Shane has had a very tough time with the change in his life. We know it to be a better change, but this little guy has been thrown for a loop. He pretty much had little to no experiences in China that advanced his development. I know he was well-loved, and fed and taken care of, and I know his foster family cared for him. But it is so sad to think of how much time was lost, how much lack of sensory experiences have affected him... Anyway, we are moving forward, and not looking back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is now Saturday, November 21, and Shane had a good night's sleep, which means I had a good night's sleep! Wow, what a difference that makes. Besides that fact that I am too old for sleep deprivation: lack of sleep makes cowards of us all! There is no learning happening when you are exhausted. So, we are thrilled with any of the changes and advances Shane has made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, Shane loves to hum songs, and 'babble' the words. So, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star sounds like " Da da da da, da da da da, ga ga goo..." He loves it when we sing songs to him, and will stop his babbling and listen. The greatest thing is when he begins to hum new songs that we sing to him. The other day he hummed Row Row Row your Boat, and made the 'm' sounds with the right syllables for 'Merrily, Merrily'. Big, big, big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt and I are overjoyed with what I call the 'glimmers' of change we are seeing. I describe it to people as a little boy, covered in cobwebs. We know he is there: we are not sure exactly who he is, or what he looks like completely, but we are slowly clearing the cobwebs to let him out. Good food, and lots of it, lots of milk and good things to drink, sleep, lots of hugs and kisses, sensory experiences, and stimulation are slowly showing us who he is. He brings us so much joy, and once again Matt and I are heading to the playground, and all of us are going around singing songs and playing 'pat-a-cake'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are slowly formulating a plan for Shane which includes Physical and Occupational therapy, which we will begin as an out-patient for CHOP, through our insurance. We want to give him a head-start on learning to use his body and muscles. He was never expected to feed himself with utensils, hold a cup, or walk very much. He walks very well, and has great mobility, but would rather hang on the floor, or be carried. He did not wear shoes, and we have to jump through hoops for him to wear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, he now will hold a sippy cup with a handle, uses utensils with help, finger feeds himself appropriately, and helps getting dressed and undressed. He wears shoes when we are out, and usually leaves them on for a reasonable amount of time. He knows his name, and will turn to us when we say his name. He holds his arms up to be held, and is beginning to show anticipation when we are doing some fun game with him, like tickling, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have many many hurdles and obstacles, and lots of work ahead of us. But we are a united front, and we are so blessed to have the love and support of our kids and our extended family, and the resources for therapy and for school. We ask for your continued prayers and we know that without your prayers, we would have not been able to make it through. God's grace is leading the way, and we are following...bleary-eyed as we may be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adding some new pictures and video...enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c62eab536a060e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c62eab536a060e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330304152%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D434DA7B387B4967883F35C1B1CE68E310B441E.1F66A82588D5B8A3F7BE32A240115192DBCF6337%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c62eab536a060e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0XvIGi8seqT_mjxMj6MJsP2pU1c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c62eab536a060e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330304152%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D434DA7B387B4967883F35C1B1CE68E310B441E.1F66A82588D5B8A3F7BE32A240115192DBCF6337%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c62eab536a060e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0XvIGi8seqT_mjxMj6MJsP2pU1c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-402172454178639749?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/402172454178639749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/11/pat-cake-and-playgroundshere-we-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/402172454178639749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/402172454178639749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/11/pat-cake-and-playgroundshere-we-go.html' title='Pat-a-Cake and Playgrounds...here we go again!'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SwfqJtU3I5I/AAAAAAAAARE/lkQaOsfS5lw/s72-c/Shane+October+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-1025051484017250903</id><published>2009-09-13T07:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:04:48.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for one more passenger</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, when Matt and I were looking to rent, and then eventually buy the house we live in now, we were debating whether or not is was big enough. We had finished our fertility 'work-up', I had had 5 surgeries, and we were preparing to adopt a child domestically. Looking around at the small two-bedroom Cape Cod home that we loved, I said to Matt "It's small, but it's not like we are going to have six kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with 26 days to go before we leave for China, we are keeping busy with the day to day activities that come with raising four girls here at home, checking in on Mick, and both of us working. Life is, to say the least, busy. Add to that packing for a two week trip to China, and getting things ready here for the girls to be all set with my parents, and we are pretty darn busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a little toddler bed for Shane for the time being, and right now he will sleep in the room with the girls, until we get more rooms finished. Our two bedroom home is now a three bedroom home, complete with a second floor addition. Now we are working on putting bedrooms downstairs to spread out even more. It is busy, and hectic, and sometimes crazy, but we love it and wouldn't have it any other way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-1025051484017250903?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/1025051484017250903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/09/preparing-for-one-more-passenger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1025051484017250903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1025051484017250903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/09/preparing-for-one-more-passenger.html' title='Preparing for one more passenger'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-6725288171923443061</id><published>2009-09-10T09:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:10:06.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SqkImzpTOhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ySbwYfWMvqs/s1600-h/school+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379840692662254098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SqkImzpTOhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ySbwYfWMvqs/s200/school+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the school year officially began yesterday for Sophie. We made an unexpected, but blessed change for her. Last year Sophie was in Pre-K, this year 1st grade to reflect her amazing growth both physically (nine inches in one year!) and academically. We found out in the summer that the Catholic School for the Deaf had moved to a parish school very close to us. It was always our hope that 'someday' Sophie would be able to go to Catholic school, but we thought we would have to wait until high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, as we are preparing for Shane, we are hoping that he will be able to go to the Catholic school for the blind, which I am very familiar with with my work. Well, as God would have it, the Catholic school for the deaf has moved...to the same building as the Catholic school for the blind!Sophie and Shane will hopefully be going to the same school...albeit different programs, but same formation, same wonderful people. We are so blessed, and so grateful to God for this miracle in our lives. What are the chances that we adopt a blind child and a deaf child, and they can go to the same school!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a great picture of Sophie dressed in her uniform. She loves wearing it...so far! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2819751906947308618-6725288171923443061?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/6725288171923443061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-year-new-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/6725288171923443061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/6725288171923443061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-year-new-school.html' title='New year, new school'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SqkImzpTOhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ySbwYfWMvqs/s72-c/school+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-3103460228980511487</id><published>2009-09-06T08:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:08:23.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie's saying something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-17745c635e7bc339" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D17745c635e7bc339%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330304152%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FA081AC8F8BB074433FDA8C9A510A18E8D4DE8F.17659992147B5DC1D5553F22CCB207C2DAB479D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17745c635e7bc339%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9uTO7EOG-baotwAL_IYmKMNW-qs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D17745c635e7bc339%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330304152%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FA081AC8F8BB074433FDA8C9A510A18E8D4DE8F.17659992147B5DC1D5553F22CCB207C2DAB479D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17745c635e7bc339%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9uTO7EOG-baotwAL_IYmKMNW-qs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I am recording, Sophie cannot see my lips, so she is not lip-reading. This is her talking, just listening to my voice. Sorry it is dark. And yes, her hair gets &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; curly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is just three months since her CI was activated...judge for yourself how she is doing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-3103460228980511487?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=17745c635e7bc339&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/3103460228980511487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/3103460228980511487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/3103460228980511487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Sophie&apos;s saying something...'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-7385246894049860516</id><published>2009-09-06T08:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:57:31.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Approval for Shane!</title><content type='html'>Finally...we have travel approval! Our approval came last week, with a bit of delay (of course) because there is a holiday in October in China, and we can't travel before that as the province offices are closed. We were not happy with the delay, but it is what it is, and as we learned with Sophie's journey, the Plan is not ours, and there is  a reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, we should be traveling on October 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, just five weeks away. We have lots to do to get ready, and Sophie starts school this week, which will keep her busy, and take her mind off the trip. She has already packed the books and toys I have for Shane...she is very excited about going. Since she loves Chinese food, and everything Chinese, she will love being there. She understands why we are going, and that we are going to a different place than what she remembers. It will be fascinating to see her back in China...and able to hear.&lt;br /&gt;She is doing very well with her CI... amazing, really. She can hear little things like the microwave beeping, the phone ringing, and can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mimic&lt;/span&gt; our speech patterns and inflections. Can you say 'miracle'? What fun, what a blessing, to be a witness to the grace of God on a daily basis. We are so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of Sophie...a little dark, but you can hear her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-21beb4a22b50999f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21beb4a22b50999f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330304152%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D403376C6B8CACFA140168060F06F92C3D5F59854.52922298DAD57F66E0CB32031C241A0B5F7A88C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21beb4a22b50999f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkbUE-PZ9_PodF82aDIInTprKJrk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21beb4a22b50999f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330304152%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D403376C6B8CACFA140168060F06F92C3D5F59854.52922298DAD57F66E0CB32031C241A0B5F7A88C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21beb4a22b50999f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkbUE-PZ9_PodF82aDIInTprKJrk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-7385246894049860516?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=21beb4a22b50999f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/7385246894049860516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/09/travel-approval-for-shane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/7385246894049860516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/7385246894049860516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/09/travel-approval-for-shane.html' title='Travel Approval for Shane!'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-7800037046576447632</id><published>2009-08-23T08:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:23:35.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SpE7DVEJ9iI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DhYW_pXaApc/s1600-h/227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373140758809933346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SpE7DVEJ9iI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DhYW_pXaApc/s200/227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SpE7C3ZMfII/AAAAAAAAAOo/SYq1uEyiCKY/s1600-h/213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373140750845115522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SpE7C3ZMfII/AAAAAAAAAOo/SYq1uEyiCKY/s200/213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SpE7Cv76hzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/w9zsWTCM1TE/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373140748843255602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SpE7Cv76hzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/w9zsWTCM1TE/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finishing up our vacation...we had to cut it short to  drive to Vermont to take Mick to school. Boo Hoo! We miss him already. But he is doing well, looking forward to starting Rescue, and he finished his EMT training this summer so he will be a senior member of the squad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We vacation with another family...they have five kids as well...the group shot is the whole gang..and Terry and I cook for the whole crowd! We have an absolute ball, lots of laughs, and jst in time to get ready for school  starting in a week and a half for the high school girls, after Labor Day for Sophie and Shannon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting any second now for a travel approval. Once we get it, we will have an idea when we are traveling, as in a targeted date for travel. They then ask for a Consulate Appointment and when we get that, we are set to book our flights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been such a long road waiting for Shane, I can't believe we are on the last leg of the journey, but I won't believe it until we are actually home with him.  Stay tuned...   hopefully this week we will know our plans.                                                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-7800037046576447632?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/7800037046576447632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/08/finishing-up-our-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/7800037046576447632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/7800037046576447632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/08/finishing-up-our-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SpE7DVEJ9iI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DhYW_pXaApc/s72-c/227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-4773980771133002774</id><published>2009-07-31T06:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:17:09.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One step closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, we are waiting for the UPS truck, or the Fed Ex truck, to pull up to our house and deliver the LOA, or "Letter of Acceptance" which was signed on Tuesday in China, and is en route to us. Once the LOA arrives, Matt and I will sign it, and next-day it to Maryland, who will then send it off to China again. At that point we wait for TA or Travel Approval, and then a CA, consulate appointment. (Are you confused yet?) Once we get the CA we can book our flights. The bottom line is that we are somewhere around 6 to 8 weeks from traveling. I know that sounds like a long time to most of you, but it sounds like minutes after waiting two years for Shane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At this point, we can begin to put things in order for what we will need. We went to China in February last time, so our suitcases will be packed very differently traveling in September or so! No winter coats, gloves, sweatshirts! Truthfully, it was not all that cold in China when we were there, and I hate the heat...ugh. But, Matt and I are traveling with Sophie, and are planning on laying low with tours and traveling around the city where we go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Because Shane is now in foster care, and has not been in the orphanage for more than a year, we are not planning a trip there this time. For Sophie, the orphanage visit was important and meaningful as she knew the people well who had cared for her. Shane will not remember the orphanage or the people there, and the trip is two hours from the province capital. As it is, two days before that he will have traveled two hours to come to us, so we don't need to put him through that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We are expecting a more difficult time with Shane's transition than we had with Sophie. Because he has been with his foster family for a while, we will be taking him away from the only family he has known. (He was brought to the orphanage at 7 months) Added to the trauma, we will not be familiar to him at all, will not speak his language, etc. To help to buffer this for him, last week we sent him a tape player, lots of batteries, and a tape of songs and one of Matt and I talking to him, singing to him, and reading him stories. Our hope is that by hearing our voices, he will have some comfort that he has heard them before, and was told that we were his family and would love him and care for him. In addition, I wrote him a letter, which will be translated into Chinese by the agency liaison, and I Brailled the letter for him to have to 'see' the words we sent to him. I so hope this help. In any event, we are prepared for the grieving process that is so common for children who are adopted internationally. And then again, Sophie will be there, and she will be all over him with love and hugs and kisses!!! Hearing her laugh, it is very hard to stay sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Keep checking in. Once we get closer to traveling, I will route you to a new site to follow our journey as it is an easier site to download pictures and info in China. (You cannot use blogger in China...imagine that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-4773980771133002774?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/4773980771133002774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-step-closer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/4773980771133002774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/4773980771133002774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-step-closer.html' title='One step closer'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-8961558668464965212</id><published>2009-07-08T07:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:00:14.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>" I want to say 'I Love You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SlSI8boGw9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/hNe-zFJRfH8/s1600-h/DSC01271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356056428639863762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SlSI8boGw9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/hNe-zFJRfH8/s200/DSC01271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SlSI823fHJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VQi4Zc7Ygw4/s1600-h/DSC01313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356056435952131218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SlSI823fHJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VQi4Zc7Ygw4/s200/DSC01313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Yesterday when Sophie and I were talking about going back to China to get Shane, she asked to see her pictures from China. We pulled them up from the computer, and she looked at them one by one. She so enjoyed them, with an added bonus: She had her CI processor on, so for the first time, she heard her voice, and ours &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SlSI9Zy5UdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jIG9CNLiJkA/s1600-h/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356056445328118226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SlSI9Zy5UdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jIG9CNLiJkA/s200/DSC01316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from the speakers. She laughed hysterically at her screaming, which was all she did back then. One of the videos (you can see them on youtube.com/maryanne261) was Matt playing around with her in the hotel room. At one point he said, "Say thank you, Baba' and Sophie just said something unintelligible. Watching the video, she laughed and said "I didn't know 'thank you'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she saw the pictures of the orphanage visit, and she was very intrigued, and told me lots of things about the kids there..specific details (in sign) about the kids and their personalities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie had a very special nanny who loved her very much. The two of them clung to each other, and we all sobbed when we pulled Sophie out of this young girls' arms. When she saw her favorite nanny, she asked if she could go back to China. She signed "I want to say 'I Love You".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something tells me she wants to tell Sophie the same thing.&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/2819751906947308618-8961558668464965212?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/8961558668464965212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-say-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8961558668464965212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8961558668464965212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-say-i-love-you.html' title='&quot; I want to say &apos;I Love You&quot;'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SlSI8boGw9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/hNe-zFJRfH8/s72-c/DSC01271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-1881306350401647299</id><published>2009-07-07T10:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:34:04.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where's Sophie?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SlNqkK6MAwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yYnD8zn2kxU/s1600-h/2-27_shane5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355741551509897986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SlNqkK6MAwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yYnD8zn2kxU/s200/2-27_shane5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Sophie was asking me when we are going to get Shane. She does this airplane thing, where she makes one hand the airplane, and the other the people getting on. She signs "Mom" " Dad" "Sophie" then flies off, and signs: Shane. She signed, "go, get Shane". I told her we were waiting, just like we waited for her, that we were ready, but we were waiting for the people in China to get the papers ready. Lots and lots of papers. She looked at me very solemnly and signed "Shane waiting, crying, saying 'Where's Sophie?' Pretty sure the bonding has already begun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is doing exceptionally well with her CI. From across the room, without her looking, she attempts to repeat words we say. If the words are familiar, she can do it no problem. Unfamiliar words she will try. Therapy is going well, and she is very much up for the challenge. She loves games, hates losing, so her therapist, Amy, stages just enough wins to keep her happy, and just enough losses for her to be motivated to do better next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just heard form the agency today that they are waiting for one more signature before we get our LOA, which is the next approval before finding out when we travel. Once we get the LOA, travel could be 4-6 weeks away. Our prayer is to get Shane before his birthday August 28th, and for him to be home before Mick goes to school...please join us in this prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deo Gratia. A picture of Shane from Feb 08...we were in China getting Sophie, another adoptive family met Shane and took this picture. Thought you'd enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MaryAnne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-1881306350401647299?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/1881306350401647299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-sophie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1881306350401647299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1881306350401647299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-sophie.html' title='&quot;Where&apos;s Sophie?&quot;'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SlNqkK6MAwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yYnD8zn2kxU/s72-c/2-27_shane5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-1470638581036727331</id><published>2009-07-01T06:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:03:06.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SktCNrfrCuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tZWFY6dfe8k/s1600-h/Dang+Yao+Xing-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353445384841267938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SktCNrfrCuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tZWFY6dfe8k/s200/Dang+Yao+Xing-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SktCNm3NVfI/AAAAAAAAANw/ll5dmbLwuIo/s1600-h/Dang+Yao+Xing-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353445383597807090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SktCNm3NVfI/AAAAAAAAANw/ll5dmbLwuIo/s200/Dang+Yao+Xing-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SktCNcxWhfI/AAAAAAAAANo/jFpJjrthbl8/s1600-h/Dang+Yao+Xing-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353445380888888818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SktCNcxWhfI/AAAAAAAAANo/jFpJjrthbl8/s200/Dang+Yao+Xing-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SktCNMSfUOI/AAAAAAAAANg/bOK2dGt0AqM/s1600-h/Dang+Yao+Xing-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353445376464474338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SktCNMSfUOI/AAAAAAAAANg/bOK2dGt0AqM/s200/Dang+Yao+Xing-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here they are! I was so thrilled when I got online yesterday and saw the new pictures of Shane! He looks so cute, getting big...and seems so happy. Waiting for an update on the status of our file. This agency was willing to look into how we are standing in line, as it were. Will post as soon as we hear anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Sophie and I started making books for Shane. We did a numbers book, where we glued large buttons on each page, to represent the numbers one through ten. We did the numbers in puffy paint, and will add Braille today. She had a ball doing it! She is very excited about Shane, and is looking forward to going with Matt and I for the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good one.&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/2819751906947308618-1470638581036727331?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/1470638581036727331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1470638581036727331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1470638581036727331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures!'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SktCNrfrCuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tZWFY6dfe8k/s72-c/Dang+Yao+Xing-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-5759351285604584406</id><published>2009-06-29T07:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:02:22.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knows where the time goes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SkiokwUwzOI/AAAAAAAAANI/xwcV_Uy0oGA/s1600-h/m+and+m+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352713506530577634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SkiokwUwzOI/AAAAAAAAANI/xwcV_Uy0oGA/s200/m+and+m+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SkiolMpzN3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/-ZXXWSX_yY8/s1600-h/summer+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352713514135009138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SkiolMpzN3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/-ZXXWSX_yY8/s200/summer+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had a very busy few weeks! Last Tuesday, Matt and I celebrated our 25th Anniversary! He and I met in Avalon NJ, where I was working as a counselor at a summer home for blind children. We have had many challenges over the last 25 years, many of them medical challenges. But we have been so blessed, beyond measure, with the ability to handle these challenges with much prayer, and plenty of humor. Our goal has been to always have fun, to love and cherish each other, and to raise wonderful children. So far, so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt and I were able to get a way for two nights last weekend! That was so great, as we have not been away alone for years, and Saturday Matt totally surprised me with a little get-together with our family and a few friends to celebrate our anniversary. He and the kids got me out of the house (thanks to my parents) and put together a party, and I had no clue. Trust me, I needed to do food shopping, so there was nothing in the house when I left Saturday morning! Matt really wanted to show me how much they appreciate all I do by inviting the people who have helped and supported us all these years, to celebrate our marriage. My first-ever surprise party, not including my bridal shower. How lucky I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are waiting for pictures of Shane! The agency emailed me that they have an update, including new pictures, and are waiting for them to be formatted before they can send them to us. Hopefully I will have them in a few days. He is about 35 lbs. now, and about 39 inches tall. We are on day 81 of 'the wait' for LOA or Letter of Acceptance. Hard to know when we will hear, but it could be any day...or it could be weeks and weeks from now. Sending up prayers, asking for more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie is doing VERY well with her CI. She has therapy two times a week, and basically is learning to use her hearing. Her audio gram shows that she can respond well to sounds, now she needs to learn how to use the hearing she has. It is an amazing process to see her brain working, and she is very motivated to talk, so this is right up her alley. The therapist is amazed, every time we see her, at what she can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post Shane's pictures as soon as we get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2819751906947308618-5759351285604584406?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/5759351285604584406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-knows-where-time-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/5759351285604584406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/5759351285604584406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-knows-where-time-goes.html' title='Who knows where the time goes?'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SkiokwUwzOI/AAAAAAAAANI/xwcV_Uy0oGA/s72-c/m+and+m+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-1408474179162612852</id><published>2009-06-15T06:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:42:50.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little help from our friends</title><content type='html'>As many of you who are familiar with international adoption know, it costs money. Lots of money. But money is never a deterrent for families who are determined to adopt, and while there is a lot of planning and saving, somehow the money comes. There are few people I know personally who have the money sitting around waiting to decide what to do with it, and then think about adoption. But for those of us who are called to adoption, we are so blessed with the miracles that happen, continually, to allow us to afford the fees associated with bringing our children home. And the truth is...once we see their faces, there is no thought to the adoption loans, penny-pinching, and budgeting that goes into making that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Both with Sophie's adoption and now Shane, we have been blessed with the generosity of family and friends who are helping us to make the burden a bit easier. My family gave up presents from Nana and Pop Pop and my parents donated to our Kingdom Kids fund instead of buying presents for everyone. Friends from adoption groups, people I have never met, sent in checks and donations. We are so grateful to everyone who have helped us in any way. My dream is to someday start a foundation to enable families to adopt children who are blind or deaf, and to help educate parents as to what to expect when adopting a special needs child. (More to come on that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few weeks ago, a family of three precious girls, all adopted from China, whom we know from our elementary school, had a yard sale to help us raise money  to bring Shane home. Each of these little girls knows first-hand what it means to live in an orphanage and to be brought home to live in a loving family. The girls are under the age of 10, and they raised $200.00 for Shane's adoption. The oldest, Lily, had a table where she sold toys, water bottles and soft pretzels. She was so thrilled to be able to help us. I truly cannot wait to be able to tell Shane about these little girls who gave of themselves to help him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Hope you all have a great day. Another full week coming right up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-1408474179162612852?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/1408474179162612852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-help-from-our-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1408474179162612852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1408474179162612852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-help-from-our-friends.html' title='A little help from our friends'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-1999396084857723181</id><published>2009-06-14T06:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T07:55:24.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SjTTQmyrNsI/AAAAAAAAANA/bbMI9uOSFoE/s1600-h/may+09+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347130939840083650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SjTTQmyrNsI/AAAAAAAAANA/bbMI9uOSFoE/s200/may+09+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SjTTQZxdXYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Rl9pDTKTuRA/s1600-h/may+09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347130936345320834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SjTTQZxdXYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Rl9pDTKTuRA/s200/may+09+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SjTTQH3z7hI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WF_qEMKq-Wg/s1600-h/may+09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347130931540127250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SjTTQH3z7hI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WF_qEMKq-Wg/s200/may+09+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had a busy few weeks...but then again, busy is relative! I always say that any day I am not taking one of my kids to a hospital for therapy or a surgery is a good day! That being said, in the last two weeks we had two medial appointments at DuPont and three therapy appointments. So, add to that a part/time (turning into full time job), five kids, too dogs (that is not a typo...when people ask me how many dogs we have I say ''too''....many!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie has now had two AV therapy appointments. We need to go to therapy twice a week so that she can learn to use her hearing. The CI is complicated, and just because it is on, it doesn't mean she hears everything, nor does she understand everything. No one is sure that she ever heard, but there are suspicions that she perhaps had hearing but lost it. Since we have no medical records, we will never know. Even her surgeon said that if she did hear before, many years ago, perhaps in her first year, she would have only heard Chinese speech, and not English. So, there is no reason they can figure out why she can imitate some English words. Another mystery with Sophie's name on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her first therapy appointment started off with fidgeting, giggling, and general over-all not cooperating! It was a three o'clock appointment, and we had an hour drive to get there. The therapist showed Sophie which chair to sit in and she hopped up on the stool, strapped herself in, and promptly began rocking herself back and forth, alternately banging the table and the wall she was leaning against. Once we got her to stop rocking, therapy began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The therapist, Amy, showed Sophie a game where she would make a sound ("EEE", "OOOO""", SHHH", etc) then Sophie would repeat that sound, and drop a marble into a bucket. Amy and I played a round so that Sophie would understand completely, and then it was her turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"EEE" Amy said, her hand covering her mouth so that Sophie could not read her lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"EEE", Sophie repeated, then dropped a marble into the bucket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy's eyebrows raised slightly, and she glanced quickly at me. I could just read her thoughts. Must be a fluke. Lucky guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OOO" Said Amy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OOO", repeated Sophie, promptly dropping another marble in with a firm kerplunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MMM"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MMM", another marble in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Shhh", difficult sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Shh', a perfect imitation, another marble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"SSS". Tough to get this one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"SSS, and Sophie drops another one, waiting for the next sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point, Amy stops and looks at me, her face incredulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We were supposed to do this for a half hour," she says. "You don't understand, she shouldn't be able to do this so soon after her activation."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed and told her "Welcome to working with Sophie. Buckle your seat belt and take notes...she is something!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy then regrouped and found an activity that was challenging for Sophie and we were off and running. We are learning that while Sophie can approximate sounds to repeat, she needs to learn to develop an auditory memory. She has not learned things through her auditory parts of her brain. All of her learning (or most) has happened through her other senses. Now she needs to learn through her hearing only. This being said, she will rely on her signs for a long time, and sign will always be her first language. We are very committed to her continuing her ASL, since she will rely on this for difficult situations (large crowds, classes, etc). And there is truly no guarantee what will happen with the CI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therapy will continue two times a week...stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/2819751906947308618-1999396084857723181?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/1999396084857723181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-have-had-busy-few-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1999396084857723181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1999396084857723181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-have-had-busy-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SjTTQmyrNsI/AAAAAAAAANA/bbMI9uOSFoE/s72-c/may+09+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-7083413085383416378</id><published>2009-05-31T07:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:57:55.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Prayers</title><content type='html'>Buckle your seat belts for this one...short and sweet, as we are heading out today for my nephew's high school graduation. Hard to believe it is one year since Mick's graduatin from the same school. Will is the last of the boys in the family (until Shane comes) and the fourth to graduate from the same all-boy's college prep school. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We went to Mass last night since we are going to the graduation this morning. A wonderful woman from our parish plays the guitar at the 5:00 Mass and she is a retired teacher of the deaf (how cool is that?). She has, of course, taken a special liking to Sophie and has followed her progress. She was so excited for the activation. We came in to the church, and Cathy was already playing her guitar. We sat in the pew and I pointed to the guitar and told Sophie to listen. A smile lit up her face and she signed "I hear it!" All through Mass (when she wasn't fidgeting, laughing, and distracting the whole congregation) I would alert her to the music starting, the priest speaking, the readers speaking, etc. At the closing song "They will know we are Christians" Sophie burst into song (we sit right up front, near the music). She often sings when we go to Church, but this time, hearing the music, she was very excited. Cathy, looked at Sophie singing, and knew she could hear the music. Suddenly, the song went into instrumental only...Cathy could not sing for the tears streaming down her face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   From the very beginning, when we brought Sophie home, we showed her that we prayed before meals. Since she did not know many sings, and we prayed "Bless us Oh Lord" with an adapted sign language, which we still do today. When she learned enough signs to know the words, I tried to change our prayer to the actual signs, but she would have none of it.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night we all made homemade pizza, and each of the kids, including Sophie, made their own 'pizzone'. Sophie's was first to be out of the oven, and by the time we sat down to eat she had finished her prayers and wanted to eat. I told her to wait for all of us and she signed she had already prayed. We all said the prayer, and she was a bit impatient, waiting. Suddenly, her face changed, and a small smile appeared on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She signed " I hear my family praying..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned you to buckle your seat belts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-7083413085383416378?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/7083413085383416378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/buckle-your-seat-belts-for-this-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/7083413085383416378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/7083413085383416378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/buckle-your-seat-belts-for-this-one.html' title='Music and Prayers'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-8860515161306506424</id><published>2009-05-29T07:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:58:17.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound from Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sh_b0oB59KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/U91iX793IFM/s1600-h/CI+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341229380229788834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sh_b0oB59KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/U91iX793IFM/s200/CI+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sh_b0KNfzlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZEj-JKqiSj0/s1600-h/CI+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341229372225343058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sh_b0KNfzlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZEj-JKqiSj0/s200/CI+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the big day was Wednesday. Sophie was so excited that morning...she woke up signing "Today, CI" We made a road trip out of it, and we kept Sarah and Meg of school, and Mick took off work. Sophie was ready, understood what was going on, and her teacher, the infamous KB met us there. How cool is that? Kate herself has a cochlear implant, and was so excited to see Sophie's reaction. Kate has been such a great teacher for Sophie, and we appreciate her help, support, and patience this school year. As a teacher, I know the love and affection Kate feels for Sophie, and how she appreciated teaching such a bright, fun, challenging child!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The audiologist showed us how the implant works, and took us through the steps of turning it on, placing the batteries in, finding the settings, etc. Luckily Matt was there to help with the details (trust me, later that night I needed him to refresh my memory). After she showed us the device, she gave Sophie the ear piece to try on. Sophie took it and placed it on immediately, knowing exactly what to do from watching the other kids in class do it. She went out into the hall to 'play' and when I checked on her, she was taking apart the device, replacing the batteries, and playing with the controls! Sophie, Sophie, Sophie!!! Needless to say, the first thing Matt and I asked to learn was how to lock the controls, and we will NOT let her see us doing it as she will quickly find out how to undo it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The audiologist said we were the largest group who had ever fit into their small room to see an activation. With Kate, we made eight, and we all waited while the controls were set and the CI activated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie sat with the head piece on and a wire attached to the bottom of her CI and connected to the computer. (We will be able to use this port to attach her earpiece to an ipod!) She sat expectantly, and the activation began. She was still and solemn, and a bit worried. She did not react at first, and we were not sure what she was hearing. As the testing began, she suddenly had a different look on her face, and when asked by the audiologist if she could hear her, Sophie nodded yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point in the process, Sophie is on a low setting, and is just beginning the process of hearing. We think that you turn on the CI and you can hear, sort of like turning up the volume on the TV, but not so. The brain is so much more complicated than that, and we are learning, every day, what she can hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out to lunch after leaving the hospital, and at the restaurant she was beginning the realize that she was hearing things for the first time. She asked what a sound was, and she mimicked a humming sound ...it was the music playing in the restaurant. Later, in the ladies room, Sophie flushed the toilet, and then looked in amazement at the water as it swirled in the bowl and signed, "I hear it!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt and I learned a long time ago that miracles are a part of our every day life, if we just stop and see them as they are. But now, we are watching miracles every day, with Sophie. It has only been two days, and we are only at the beginning of this process, but what a joy to see a little girl get so much delight from hearing her feet walking on the hardwood floor, or listening to water flow into the sink. The dog barking, the phone ringing, the sound of the keys being placed on the counter...everyday sounds that our brains never even pay attention to we are so used to them, and they seem so meaningless. Now, for us, there is meaning to every sound, and joy in hearing Sophie tell us to be quiet!!! (No, that's a major accomplishment!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned as we begin therapy next week, and continue to watch miracles happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8a3e1f39dc3a5d4b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a3e1f39dc3a5d4b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330304152%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7314588F1BCB04A6C99A1989D4DD81FECA41F71.302BBE4E07232EB38E48C35006E35159DA096AF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a3e1f39dc3a5d4b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn5gab05z_ta07YeO2y6xoZEvXnk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a3e1f39dc3a5d4b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330304152%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7314588F1BCB04A6C99A1989D4DD81FECA41F71.302BBE4E07232EB38E48C35006E35159DA096AF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a3e1f39dc3a5d4b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn5gab05z_ta07YeO2y6xoZEvXnk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-8860515161306506424?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8a3e1f39dc3a5d4b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/8860515161306506424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/sound-from-silence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8860515161306506424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8860515161306506424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/sound-from-silence.html' title='Sound from Silence'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sh_b0oB59KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/U91iX793IFM/s72-c/CI+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-3294017299062965159</id><published>2009-05-11T07:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:37:34.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inch by Inch, Row by Row....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggaNf3hjzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xmeWIYzM1H4/s1600-h/DSC03200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334542577815359282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggaNf3hjzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xmeWIYzM1H4/s200/DSC03200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggaNC0RSxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IoWq60L8vME/s1600-h/DSC03202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334542570017082130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggaNC0RSxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IoWq60L8vME/s200/DSC03202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year's garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggZYUFFwnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/B8-FySs7GLA/s1600-h/Garden+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334541664117965426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggZYUFFwnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/B8-FySs7GLA/s200/Garden+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggZYyMqmAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NPtBwfjFEHo/s1600-h/Garden+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334541672202803202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggZYyMqmAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NPtBwfjFEHo/s200/Garden+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggZYsqhZBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tg_DorAHGoA/s1600-h/Garden+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334541670717416466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggZYsqhZBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tg_DorAHGoA/s200/Garden+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggZYKbxg_I/AAAAAAAAALw/E8D67yugchg/s1600-h/Garden+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334541661528753138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggZYKbxg_I/AAAAAAAAALw/E8D67yugchg/s200/Garden+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie hanging out in the garden with me. She took most of these pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggZXyhmnKI/AAAAAAAAALo/DS6vNhPrGE4/s1600-h/Garden+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334541655110753442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggZXyhmnKI/AAAAAAAAALo/DS6vNhPrGE4/s200/Garden+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggYyf3oJHI/AAAAAAAAALg/OS-YxformSo/s1600-h/Garden+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334541014447694962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggYyf3oJHI/AAAAAAAAALg/OS-YxformSo/s200/Garden+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardening with attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggYyM7kyDI/AAAAAAAAALY/anvVfKFdMxs/s1600-h/Garden+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334541009363978290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggYyM7kyDI/AAAAAAAAALY/anvVfKFdMxs/s200/Garden+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janette and Kate come to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggYxyUYp4I/AAAAAAAAALI/unEkfGwnwYg/s1600-h/Garden+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334541002220283778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggYxyUYp4I/AAAAAAAAALI/unEkfGwnwYg/s200/Garden+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggYxn9h4sI/AAAAAAAAALA/fYjRe13XVe8/s1600-h/Garden+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334540999440065218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggYxn9h4sI/AAAAAAAAALA/fYjRe13XVe8/s200/Garden+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I was around nine years old, and we lived in a row home (now we call them Townhouses!) in Philadelphia, and one day in the spring, I noticed that the 'bush' in our backyard was actually full of beautiful red roses. I had never paid much attention before that as out yard was only a passway from the house to the alley that led behind our row of houses and into the houses and yards of the other kids in our neighborhood. I was amazed that a thing of such obvious beauty could grow in what I considered an average, ordinary, mundane yard. I asked my mom all about the roses, I was so fascinated with them. She replied that the bush had been there when they moved in, some 15 years before, and that it came back to life every spring. I was hooked, my green thumb officially born that day. To see such beauty and not have anything to do with it, but to enjoy it year after year! I was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started a vegetable garden the next year, in a small 'L' shaped patch at the perimeter of the yard. Tomatoes were the hit of the summer, and I moved my attention to the front yard, which would challenge the best of horticulturists. Nestled under a large oak tree, our front yard was full of 'dirt' not soil, and there is a big difference. My dad was my partner in my projects and would bring home a variety of plants for me to work with. Soon our yard, full of large rocks and patches of dirt, was dotted with flowering annuals and I was off and running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We moved to a new home when I was in 10th grade and by then I knew much more about annuals, perennials, shade-growing plants, and the value of pruning trees in the spring and fall. Our new home had a large yard, and my Dad and I were set. He and I spent hours, and I do mean hours, after school, and on the weekends pruning trees, planting borders, and mowing a very large lawn. To this day, I think of the trees he and I planted, and one in particular in the front of the house that years later my mom would use to hang the Easter treats for all the grandchildren for our annual Easter Egg Hunt. Amazing memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many years later, gardening is still my passion. It still amazes me that if I plant it, it will grow. Our home of 21 years has seen many garden transitions, and I continue to learn more and more each year. I have come to know the names of all the plants that grow, and can recognize the perennials by their leaves as they emerge triumphant each year, bringing hope for renewal. I know when my irises will bloom, according to color, and which irises are my own, which swapped with two neighbors...both of them now deceased. When Gail's yellow iris blooms, I think of her, and when Mary "Grandmom" Thomas's purple irises display their vibrant color all over our garden, I know she is smiling down at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My vegetable and herb garden is by far my &lt;em&gt;peice de resistance.&lt;/em&gt; It is a 20' x&lt;em&gt; 60'&lt;/em&gt; area behind our garage full of vegetables, herbs, berries (our blueberry bush yields about 10 quarts of blueberries every year!) and this year a big pumpkin patch. Every year I do things a little bit different, for fun, and for soil preservation. I love going to the garden before dinner to pick fresh lettuce, fresh herbs, and check for tomatoes. I love when the kids come to help me, and I love working there on my own. Behind the garden I see the neighbor's horses, the new chicks in our chicken coop (yes, we are raising free range chickens! Don't tell our teenagers, they think we're hillbillies!) and I am in heaven. Forgotten are the bills, the wash, the paperwork. For a while, I concentrate on where the lettuce will do best and how many marigolds I will need to border the tomato beds to protect the plants from nasty bugs. Life is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie helped me again this year, and she romped through the straw I use for mulch, and dug holes for me in various places, told me she was too tired to put the plants in, but she could dig the holes. She discovered my Nasturtium seeds (fabulous plant if you never planted these...edible leaves and flowers make an awesome addtion to a summer salad!) I let her plant these hardy seeds wherever she wanted, as this plant is another great natural bug-repellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pictures of this year's garden, some from our harvest last year. Zizi, our Northstar puppy, loving the great outdoors, and she had a great time running through the straw. All that dirt gave her her first official bath, so you see her wrapped up snug and warm in a towel, and then sound asleep next to our 15 year-old Lab, Belle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie, as you can see, is fully reovered and doing well. We were thrilled when her teacher and teacher's aide came to visit last week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2819751906947308618-3294017299062965159?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/3294017299062965159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/inch-by-inch-row-by-row.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/3294017299062965159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/3294017299062965159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/inch-by-inch-row-by-row.html' title='Inch by Inch, Row by Row....'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SggaNf3hjzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xmeWIYzM1H4/s72-c/DSC03200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-8948794091196479097</id><published>2009-05-10T07:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:49:37.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgbHwTUdyeI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yRqQ7YauO0w/s1600-h/DSC02369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334170441300691426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgbHwTUdyeI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yRqQ7YauO0w/s200/DSC02369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgbHv12XC2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0PRhAnNAG2I/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334170433389792098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgbHv12XC2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0PRhAnNAG2I/s200/DSC00071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgbHvvH-sHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iBw4GKTO0os/s1600-h/CI+and+Mass+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334170431584645234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgbHvvH-sHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iBw4GKTO0os/s200/CI+and+Mass+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgbHveyFhcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/chiXctafEkk/s1600-h/CI+and+Mass+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334170427197851074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgbHveyFhcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/chiXctafEkk/s200/CI+and+Mass+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; official Mother's Day. Funny, the number 19 doesn't seem large enough, because I have had so many "Mother's Days"...like the day I found out I was pregnant:after 5 years of infertility, five surgeries, applying for adoption, waiting for our child, many tears of sadness...or the day Mick was born, after 40 hours of labor...getting beta strep, struggling to make it, he and I, and (we almost didn't), and thanks to Matt, our 'coach' who talked me through the last hours of labor when my hearing was gone, and I could only hear his voice, and God, who so richly blessed us and helped us through that ordeal... or the days our daughters were born, and I looked into their eyes and cried with tears of joy that I was so privileged to hold another miracle, a gift from God...or the day when Meghan got sick, and the months and years that followed with the many challenges she faced, and overcame, one by one, when I knew what it truly meant to be a mother, to help my child who was seriously ill... or the day our Shannon, at 3 months, was sedated and slid into the MRI tube and we waited to find out if she had something serious wrong , and prayed that God would make it not so...and He did...or the day that Sarah had scoliosis surgery, and we waited 8 hours as she underwent spinal fusion, and we prayed, and she recovered...when we saw Sophie for the first time, after waiting too long for her and bearing with paperwork glitches and files lost...and she looked up and me five minutes after we met her, and signed "mother'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a mother is so much more than we can begin to catalog, or list, or recite. Being a mother is truly a gift, whether we bore our children under our hearts or in them. God intended that gift to be a precious one. Like gold in the fire, he intended that we would not just be handed that gift and finished, but that we would be blessed with our children, and then tried, like gold in the fire, with sadness and hardships, difficulties and illnesses, so that we would never lose sight of the beauty of the creations He chose to call us 'Mom". If it was easy, anyone could do it, but He chose us to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this Mother's Day, I am thankful for the precious gifts that God has given me. After five years of praying for 'a child', God has given me six! (Remember, God cannot be outdone in His generosity!!!) I am thankful for my husband Matt, who has shared my life for almost 25 years of marriage, who is the most awesome Dad in the world, who helps me to be the best Mom I can be, and whom I love with all my heart. And I am thankful for my kids, who are the light of my life, and who are growing up to be awesome people. And I am grateful, beyond measure, to God, who has tried us many times in fires of illness and obstacles, but who has never left my side, and who strengthens my resolve to fight the good fight by giving me the joy of my family each and every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all my friends who are mothers, I wish you a happy day, lots of TLC, and if you are lucky, a quiet moment to thank God for the blessings who wake you up in the middle of the night, need to be fed more times than you think is possible, drink countless gallons of milk and consume more food than developing countries:and who love you in a way that takes your breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2819751906947308618-8948794091196479097?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/8948794091196479097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8948794091196479097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8948794091196479097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgbHwTUdyeI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yRqQ7YauO0w/s72-c/DSC02369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-8632191806959405134</id><published>2009-05-05T17:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:46:00.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cochlear Implant update..."Hurt finished"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDNQg0WfmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2zeSUC2Afs0/s1600-h/CI+and+Mass+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332487642377780834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDNQg0WfmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2zeSUC2Afs0/s200/CI+and+Mass+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDMzK_y7tI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mR0XqkCrAyI/s1600-h/CI+and+Mass+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332487138303995602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDMzK_y7tI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mR0XqkCrAyI/s200/CI+and+Mass+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDNQz_EFtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Xydh4X8REN8/s1600-h/CI+and+Mass+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332487647522985682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDNQz_EFtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Xydh4X8REN8/s200/CI+and+Mass+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDM0I_IKgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i4UKxmqckts/s1600-h/CI+and+Mass+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332487154944190978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDM0I_IKgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i4UKxmqckts/s200/CI+and+Mass+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDMzhRWl4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nhFBegXAcsw/s1600-h/CI+and+Mass+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332487144283215746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDMzhRWl4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nhFBegXAcsw/s200/CI+and+Mass+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDMzZEzf5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iuLEiBogexA/s1600-h/CI+and+Mass+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332487142083100562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDMzZEzf5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iuLEiBogexA/s200/CI+and+Mass+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDMym4arfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/InNCUoqRKwU/s1600-h/CI+and+Mass+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332487128609369586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDMym4arfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/InNCUoqRKwU/s200/CI+and+Mass+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDNQfMfSVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tE10avuZtYc/s1600-h/CI+and+Mass+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332487641942149458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDNQfMfSVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tE10avuZtYc/s200/CI+and+Mass+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDNRJ1zvRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/haI13oIlphU/s1600-h/CI+and+Mass+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332487653389745426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDNRJ1zvRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/haI13oIlphU/s200/CI+and+Mass+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, she made it through! I had great plans of posting last night, even had my camera, got a laptop from the hospital (avaialble to the kids courtesy of Astra Zeneca) but things did not go as planned to give me any extra time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the update: We arrived at the hospital at 6:30 in the pouring rain. It rained absolute buckets all the way down I-95. The team got ready pretty quickly, and they were great, as usual. Everyone was fascinated with Sophie and interested in her story. Before she went in, one of her surgeons drew a Sponge Bob face on her right wrist to prevent any confusions (thank you very much for that!) She was thrilled with this little drawing! They let me walk back with her, complete with scrubs (sorry, no pictures of that, but it was quite a sight!) The doctor kidded around with me when we walked into the OR and asked if I was going to assist them. I told him they didn't need my kind of assistance, as I would be flat on the floor. I could handle it when I worked at the vet's office, but not for people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By then, Sophie already had had her 'happy juice' (versed) so she was calm and cool. She slid right over to the OR table from her gurney, and they let me sign to her what they were doing, I told her Matt and I would wait for her until she woke up, that we loved her, etc. Within a few minutes she was out, and I wished the team luck, and told them to take good care of her. Boy, I'm glad I didn't go into medicine! But I'm glad so many wonderful people did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The surgery took a little more than three hours, and during the wait you are updated regularly by Meg, who is a nurse who scrubs, goes into the OR and finds out what is going on with your child during the surgery, then comes out to give a report. She has an amazing knowledge, and a wonderful personality. She is the same nurse who updated us during Sarah's 8 hour scoliosis surgery 4 years ago. What a blessing this is, giving parents real-time info, reassuring us and informing us, at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we knew it, they came out and told us she was finished, and they were calling audiology to test the implant. The surgeons (ENT and Cochlear implant specialist) called us in to a room to let us know how she did. They were both as laid back as good be, were thrilled with how she did, and explained where we go from here. As a part of the surgery, they looked at her left ear, which was the worse ear to begin with. It does not look good at all, and there is virtually no ear drum left. Looks like at some time in the future (hopefully not too soon) she will need reconstructive surgery to close off that ear drum. The good news is that if the cochlear implant works for her right ear, they might be able to implant her left ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie woke up well from the surgery, relatively speaking. I was very happy we were staying the night. She was able to tolerate liquids, and was VERY hungry! Once she started to get a clearer head, she watched TV, wanted to inspect her bandage (thanks again to her teacher Kate who prepared her for the bandage and the whole surgery). She would have been totalled freaked about about the bandage if she did not see a picture of her beloved Kate with the same bandage on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the bandage! You might notice from the pictures that Sophie's bandage is different sizes. Well, let's just say what she came out of surgery wearing is not what she tried very hard to rip off. The nurses reinforced it many times, until it was almost a turban on her head. Finally, by about 4 am, she had it up so high on her head, it was not even covering her incision, and the nurse took it off the rest of the way. When she could feel the incision, she was thrilled, because it felt like the incision she saw that Kate had! Only Sophie would want the EXACT same incision!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were very happy for a visit from Bonnie, Sam and Keira. Bonnie and her husband Dave live near DuPont and they adopted Keira the summer before we adopted Sophie. Bonnie and I, along with about six other families, have kept in touch over the last year on a Yahoo Group. We had dinner once before at their house when Sophie and I went in for one of her tube surgeries. Sophie was thrilled to see the kids, and we had a nice visit, complete with a fabulous story Sam shared with us, for Sophie! It was so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie was not very steady on her feet, so we toured the hospital in a wheelchair, and she and I went down to the cafeteria for breakfast. Sophie is not too great when she is cooped up for too long, and I often think about her months at Swallows Nest, during the winter, when many of the kids were sick. I can't imagine how Pam and Clay did it, with no effective communication. Another tribute to these two wonderful people. We owe them so much, and we figure they are going straight to heaven for their wonderful work at the Swallows Nest Children's' Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning the nurses wanted to give Sophie her pain meds and when I asked her if her ear hurt, she said "no", "Hurt finished". Way to go, Sophie Wu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next step is activation on May 27Th. For now, she needs to heal at the site, and then wait. We are very excited about the activation. After that, she has therapy twice a week to teach her what she is hearing. Always an adventure. Thanks to everyone for your prayers and good wishes. I know there were many angels hanging out in that OR yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to sleep, or just to chill. Hoping for a better night's sleep! We'll see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&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/2819751906947308618-8632191806959405134?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/8632191806959405134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/cochlear-implant-updatehurt-finished.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8632191806959405134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8632191806959405134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/cochlear-implant-updatehurt-finished.html' title='Cochlear Implant update...&quot;Hurt finished&quot;'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SgDNQg0WfmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2zeSUC2Afs0/s72-c/CI+and+Mass+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-7926200298499820452</id><published>2009-05-02T21:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:58:32.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Zizi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz59E4Q3GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MhUIqQGTCZk/s1600-h/ZIZI+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331410886576888930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz59E4Q3GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MhUIqQGTCZk/s200/ZIZI+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz585wCNFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wq18YbxjW_E/s1600-h/ZIZI+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331410883589583954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz585wCNFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wq18YbxjW_E/s200/ZIZI+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz5o2y-uRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZUF8x9EaXso/s1600-h/ZIZI+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331410539199248658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz5o2y-uRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZUF8x9EaXso/s200/ZIZI+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz5olWseBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vkmMEK4pVPA/s1600-h/ZIZI+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331410534517209106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz5olWseBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vkmMEK4pVPA/s200/ZIZI+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz5oRrKVjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/imT8tOkyZaU/s1600-h/ZIZI+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331410529234343474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz5oRrKVjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/imT8tOkyZaU/s200/ZIZI+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz5n3FXBEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HiMsKmwdlOM/s1600-h/ZIZI+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331410522096469058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz5n3FXBEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HiMsKmwdlOM/s200/ZIZI+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz5nvQusyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sp6RjnWqak4/s1600-h/ZIZI+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331410519996674850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz5nvQusyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sp6RjnWqak4/s200/ZIZI+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here she is! This morning we drove up to North Jersey and picked up Zizi, our newest 'passenger' (boy this train is sure getting full!). We are raising Zizi for a family who lives nearby and whose son Leo has autism. Leo's family chose the name 'Zizi' because it means 'free' and 'dedicated to God'. Sounds like the right name for the right puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zizi is absolutely adorable. She is nine weeks old and is easy-going, spirited, and sweet as can be. She loves the other dogs, and of course, they are all used to puppies coming and going, so they are fine with her as well. Right now she is asleep in her crate. Shannon is petting her with one hand, and Novac (our first Seeing Eye puppy) with her other hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie loves Zizi and has been pretty good with her, considering how tough it is getting used to a new puppy in the house. She is learning the rules (no picking her up, careful when she is walking near her) and tries really hard to say her name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be teaching Zizi signs as a part of her training both to help ZiZi and to help Leo when he is interacting with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we are heading down to the Cathedral in Philly for a special Mass to celebrate our 25th Anniversary!!! Our Anniversary is in June, but this is a city/county-wide Mass to celebrate 25 and 50 anniversaries. Hard to believe we are here..seems like yesterday we were married. We have had many challenges in our life together, too many to list her! But we have come through with so many blessings, and we are so grateful to have each other, and to be truly happier and more in love with each other today than we were 25 years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday morning we need to be at DuPont at 6:30 am. UGH! Sophie's surgery will be somewhere around 8 am. Please keep her in your prayers. I will post from the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/2819751906947308618-7926200298499820452?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/7926200298499820452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/introducing-zizi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/7926200298499820452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/7926200298499820452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/05/introducing-zizi.html' title='Introducing Zizi'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sfz59E4Q3GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MhUIqQGTCZk/s72-c/ZIZI+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-4295487625504669614</id><published>2009-04-27T07:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:10:59.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Olive Ewe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SfWgCc2sBtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9LWOe6DKJS0/s1600-h/April++Sesame+Place+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329341698028603090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SfWgCc2sBtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9LWOe6DKJS0/s200/April++Sesame+Place+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SfWgCOZ_6zI/AAAAAAAAAII/vIHE7F7Rfus/s1600-h/April++Sesame+Place+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329341694150175538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SfWgCOZ_6zI/AAAAAAAAAII/vIHE7F7Rfus/s200/April++Sesame+Place+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SfWgBXC8MsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YkfO4Ec7eD0/s1600-h/April++Sesame+Place+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329341679289512642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SfWgBXC8MsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YkfO4Ec7eD0/s200/April++Sesame+Place+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SfWgBWI20cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SOc_N5Sl7xU/s1600-h/April++Sesame+Place+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329341679045890498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SfWgBWI20cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SOc_N5Sl7xU/s200/April++Sesame+Place+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SfWgBPZlrmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8SVDOw_ieFg/s1600-h/April++Sesame+Place+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329341677237022306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SfWgBPZlrmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8SVDOw_ieFg/s200/April++Sesame+Place+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we are on the CI countdown. One week to go. Today we head to DuPont for Sophie's pre-op, and last week she saw the ENT for a last-minute, as it were, check on her tube in her right ear, to be sure it is in place and will not be an issue. We have been fortunate that, although she was full of fluid when we arrived home last year, she has not had any drainage at all, and has been amazingly hearty and healthy. Here's the best thing...she has grown 7 inches in one year!!! How amazing is that? We are constantly amazed ourselves, and we live with her every day. Last week, Shannon and I went to Sophie's school for their Spring Fling and go to see Sophie perform a story with her class. Quite impressive! There are a few pictures of Sophie at school and with her teacher and a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Matt and I took Sophie to Sesame Place for a very hot day in the sun, thanks to Variety Club, who sponsor a day for families of children with special needs. Sophie is a trooper, and loves that kind of thing. We weren't in our suits (Sophie was) so we couldn't take her on any tube rides, but she had plenty of fun in the kiddy area, and on some of the rides. We met up with a few families I work with as well as one of Sophie's classmates. It was great hanging with her,  just Matt and I. It has been about 12 years since he and I stood in the lines for the Merry-go-Round!!!! What fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone who works with, or knows, Sophie is amazed at her ability to speak. She can say words very clearly, and no one quite knows how. Her favorite, though, is saying "I Love You" and it sounds like "Olive Ewe" . The other day, Meghan taught her to say "Ooooooh, I love you", and Sophie mimics her right back. Very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are loving this warm weather and waiting for the nights to stay warm to put our new chicks out into the coop Matt built for them. We are raising free-range chickens, something Matt-the-farmer (Ne: city-boy) has always wanted to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next few weeks should be very busy with the new puppy coming on Saturday, Sophie's implant on Monday, Mick returning home next Friday, and the girls finishing up school in three weeks. Yikes! No wonder I am so tired every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere in all of that I have to finish planting our very large garden (approximately 60' x 20') full of vegetables, herbs, and a few berry bushes. Our blueberry bush is about 19 years old, and filled with berries every year. It is truly my relaxation and therapy, working hard in the dirt after a long day, or before a long day begins....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2819751906947308618-4295487625504669614?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/4295487625504669614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/olive-ewe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/4295487625504669614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/4295487625504669614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/olive-ewe.html' title='&quot;Olive Ewe&quot;'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SfWgCc2sBtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9LWOe6DKJS0/s72-c/April++Sesame+Place+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-3799804936056361275</id><published>2009-04-19T09:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:13:51.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SesjCVAB0XI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6mBrC6y5Ve8/s1600-h/DSC03187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326389507199717746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SesjCVAB0XI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6mBrC6y5Ve8/s200/DSC03187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SesiYmHglDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pNOSFQW7C9c/s1600-h/DSC02350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326388790239990834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SesiYmHglDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pNOSFQW7C9c/s200/DSC02350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SesiYQmsiYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Nd0K09XdUi0/s1600-h/Mick+signing+I+Love+You+To+Sophie+at+graduation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326388784465217922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SesiYQmsiYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Nd0K09XdUi0/s200/Mick+signing+I+Love+You+To+Sophie+at+graduation.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SesiYApG9fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/j98NBS37sdw/s1600-h/Mick+graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326388780180370930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SesiYApG9fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/j98NBS37sdw/s200/Mick+graduation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a day late posting this Happy Birthday greeting to Mick. He is away at college in Vermont and we were not able to see him for his birthday. Very hard for me! But we sent him a package which he opened on Saturday, and we were able to talk to him a few times yesterday. He will be home in just three weeks (Yeah!!!) so we will officially celebrate then. We miss him so much, but he is doing well at school, and loving working with the Fire and Rescue as an EMT in training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2819751906947308618-3799804936056361275?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/3799804936056361275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-mick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/3799804936056361275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/3799804936056361275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-mick.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mick'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SesjCVAB0XI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6mBrC6y5Ve8/s72-c/DSC03187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-8177193188695836498</id><published>2009-04-17T07:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:35:58.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Cochlear Implant</title><content type='html'>With all of this hullabaloo (love that word), I forgot to post about Sophie's cochlear implant. She is set to have surgery on May 4th, which is a Monday. She will be out of school for one week, and then they will activate the CI on May 27th. We are all looking forward to seeing how she does. There is a lot of work ahead of us, including two therapy appointments a week at DuPont.&lt;br /&gt;Last week she chose which CI she wanted, and of course it is bright pink! She is very excited, but does not know what is coming. Luckily, her teacher and a few of the kids in her  class have CI's and her teacher is going to work a lesson around her own experience with the CI to help Sophie with her preparation for the surgery. We know Sophie well enough to prepare her, but not too soon ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of updates ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-8177193188695836498?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/8177193188695836498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown-to-cochlear-implant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8177193188695836498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8177193188695836498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown-to-cochlear-implant.html' title='Countdown to Cochlear Implant'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-8813706035255423815</id><published>2009-04-16T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:12:52.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, LID!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, we have been waiting and waiting for our Log In Date, or LID. This is the official date that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCAA&lt;/span&gt; (China Center for Adoption Affairs) has logged our file in. It begins the countdown to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOA&lt;/span&gt;, (Letter of Acceptance) which then brings us to TA (Travel Approval), right before we travel.&lt;br /&gt;There is no formula or absolute with the wait. Some people wait a short amount of time, others wait for a while. Most people do not have to wait over a month and half to be logged in, so what do you think the chances are that our wait will be short? Oh, well, it is never about our timeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is good news, so we will celebrate. Hoping to be able to send a package to him soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-8813706035255423815?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/8813706035255423815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-lid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8813706035255423815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8813706035255423815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-lid.html' title='Finally, LID!!!'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-2220299498867977890</id><published>2009-04-16T07:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:18:53.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking North</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SeckHMFB6UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/31kmez3rLYE/s1600-h/C8563301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325264790308907330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SeckHMFB6UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/31kmez3rLYE/s200/C8563301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the great things about life is the connection we make with people when we are open to the possibilities. About five or six years ago, we were raising puppies for the Seeing Eye (one of my dreams I had as kid was to work for the Seeing Eye). We had just finished training our third Seeing Eye puppy, and were not looking to train a puppy for that long of a period. One night, I was on the phone with a dear friend, Connie, who had raised more than 60 puppies for the Seeing Eye. Connie told me about a brand new program called Northstar Foundation. Northstar places puppies in homes with young children with autism, and needs puppy raisers to help with the early training of the pups. Intrigued, I emailed Patty Dobbs Gross, and inquired about her program, and tentatively suggested that perhaps we could help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than one week later I received a phone call from another Seeing Eye friend. Connie had died that day. Stunned by the loss of this amazing woman, I knew that we needed to go ahead and pursue our work with Northstar, to honor Connie's memory. Since then, we have raised three Northstar puppies. Sully, Nora, and Lily are all living in their homes and helping three very special little boys. We consider these families part of our extended families, and we love to get updates and pictures of these special animals who help their kids 'find their way'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About two weeks ago, our pediatrician's office contacted us and asked me to reach out to a family who was interested in getting a puppy for their son who has autism. I gave her Patty's information at Northstar, and decided to touch base with Patty and see how everything was going. And the rest, as they say, is history. In a few weeks we will receive an eight week old Golden pup to raise for a few months until it is ready to go to its family. Because the family lives nearby, we can visit with them, let the little boy meet and begin to bond, and then transfer homes. When Patty and I were emailing and she 'suggested' we raise this puppy for the local family. I told her I would discuss it with Matt. As I told her later: "One of these days either Matt or I would have to say 'NO"...but not today!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to find out more about Northstar, go to &lt;a href="http://www.northstardogs.com/"&gt;www.northstardogs.com&lt;/a&gt;. If you go to their 'Contact Us' page, you will see our Lily on that page! They are a non-profit foundation, and as any other foundation, need help from all of us to continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cute is that pup?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-2220299498867977890?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/2220299498867977890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-north.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/2220299498867977890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/2220299498867977890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-north.html' title='Looking North'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SeckHMFB6UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/31kmez3rLYE/s72-c/C8563301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-2177931605946207316</id><published>2009-04-15T08:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:30:29.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, loss and waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SeXTEJTzXFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WVruhp01v28/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324894202607393874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SeXTEJTzXFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WVruhp01v28/s200/A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SeXTD1TmkII/AAAAAAAAAG4/gIqietV-e74/s1600-h/Sophie%27s+birthday+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324894197237846146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SeXTD1TmkII/AAAAAAAAAG4/gIqietV-e74/s200/Sophie%27s+birthday+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SeXTDgcK92I/AAAAAAAAAGw/bqWzqXLFYcM/s1600-h/Sophie%27s+birthday+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324894191636641634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SeXTDgcK92I/AAAAAAAAAGw/bqWzqXLFYcM/s200/Sophie%27s+birthday+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many days since my last post. Since then, Sophie celebrated her second birthday with us! amazing how quickly time goes by. She had quite the day, in spite of the fact that my dad had a heart a few days before. Thankfully he is doing well after an emergency catheterization. Please keep him in your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also sadly announce the loss of our dear Oliver, our 8 year old Great Dane. We rescued Oliver when he was just 14 weeks old and was being starved by his owners. Oliver gave us so many years of joy, with his Scooby-do personality and heart as big as his huge head! Oliver was diagnosed with bone cancer a few weeks ago, and we had to put him down last week. True to form I cried like a baby. I am a mess when we lose our animals. Sophie was very upset as this is the first animal we have lost since she came home. The rest of the kids have lost a few dogs and cats over the years, so they understand the finality of it all. Sophie asked us the next day to go to the vet and wake Oliver up...ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wait for Shane continues. Not sure when/if we are logged in as there is a glitch with his file (anyone who knows our luck is not at all surprised). We can just hope and pray that we will be able to get to him as quickly as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adding a few pictures to this file, some of Sophie's birthday, as well as Oliver. By the way, Sophie is loving having long hair! We have to stand on our heads to manage it as it is very curly and kinky, but it is beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MA&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/2819751906947308618-2177931605946207316?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/2177931605946207316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdays-loss-and-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/2177931605946207316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/2177931605946207316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdays-loss-and-waiting.html' title='Birthdays, loss and waiting'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SeXTEJTzXFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WVruhp01v28/s72-c/A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-196080494611524056</id><published>2009-03-04T07:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:13:56.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sa590L1wHYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zHLNvL6-r0c/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309319346201304450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sa590L1wHYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zHLNvL6-r0c/s200/DSC01193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sa59z5U6fGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7nHuVhi_9wA/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309319341231733858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sa59z5U6fGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7nHuVhi_9wA/s200/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Adopting an older child presents unique challenges to any parent, and adopting a child who is deaf and who never had a formal language, adds to these challenges. There are so many experiences Sophie never had, so many bits and pieces of language and subtleties of words and gestures that were never learned. While she learned so much in China, she had to make her needs known through yelling, and through behaviors that were clear and concise so that people knew what she wanted. In other words, her behavior was her communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;  The challenges faced by Sophie would probably make most of us crawl into bed and not bother. Yet she, like countless children who are adopted, chose to take on the challenge. The day we met Sophie she took our hands, quite willingly, I might add, and ventured bravely into a new life. She had no assurance that we would give her love, that we offered her a chance at a new life. Yet she trusted, somewhere deep down in her soul, that it would be so. I don't know if I could be that brave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;  In the past year, we have had, and continue to have, challenges with Sophie as she struggles to understand what is appropriate and what is not. We have started a new technique that I call "Try Again".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;   Sophie often will act inappropriately, either by shouting, or pulling something away from someone, etc. I tell her what was not right about what she did, then sign "try again' and let her re-enact the scene and do it appropriately. Being Sophie, she caught on immediately. Now, if I do something wrong, perhaps nudge her to hard inadvertently to get her attention, or pull on her hair too tight when doing her braids (yes, her hair is long enough for French braids!!!) she tells me 'try again', and then gives me a second chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;  Yesterday in school Sophie had bit of an issue with paying attention. Before she went to bed, we talked about it: why she needed to pay attention to her teacher, how to answer her teacher when she told her to pay attention. At first, Sophie tried to change the subject by talking about the other kids and THEIR bad behavior (truly these scenes are a riot, and I have to work hard at keeping a straight face as she signs her little heart away, trying to make me forget she is in trouble). This time I meant business and Sophie knew it. When I told her again how important it was for her to pay attention and behave, she looked at me long and hard, and signed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Tomorrow, try again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Great advice, Sophie.&lt;/span&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/2819751906947308618-196080494611524056?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/196080494611524056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/03/try-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/196080494611524056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/196080494611524056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/03/try-again.html' title='Try Again'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/Sa590L1wHYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zHLNvL6-r0c/s72-c/DSC01193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-5841470730192142191</id><published>2009-02-26T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:42:02.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our dossier is on the way to China!!!</title><content type='html'>DTC is the 'official' sending of the paperwork to China, and is a major step in the process, mostly because we are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINISHED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the collection of paperwork, signatures, facts, figures, dates and notary seals. It is exhausting, and not for the faint of heart. Now that we have done it two times in less than two years, I am &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; exhausted. But I would do it again (not very soon, I might add) if it meant helping bring another child home to a forever family.&lt;br /&gt;  We have sent more money to the agencies (3 in all) and have received our first part of the funds raised by Kingdom Kids. For anyone still interested in donating, Kingdom Kids has been great, and we do indeed get the funds that are donated in our name. They send the check directly to the agency, so they are very efficient and helpful. We so appreciate everything people can do to help us bring Shane home.&lt;br /&gt;  This past week we celebrated one year since getting Sophie. In some ways it seems like yesterday, other ways like she has always been with us. Last night she went with Matt and I to get ashes for Ash Wednesday. She was certain we were all getting tattoos, and she asked for a green one on her neck (YIKES!). She finally got it when she saw all the crosses on every one's forehead. On the way up the aisle, she signed, 'all people, black crosses". She was thrilled to be allowed to get the same thing as we were getting as she gets upset that she cannot get Communion with us. when we first came home from China she would get so mad that she could not receive Communion. Once she had enough language she told me "You, gum, me, nothing"!!!&lt;br /&gt;She thought we were all standing in line to get gum and she got nothing. Sometimes I'm not sure I want o know what she is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;  We had Sophie's transition meeting for the school district, and they were very impressed with how she is doing. They are working on evaluations for her, but they are going to support her at the School for the Deaf. Yeah, one less battle to fight.&lt;br /&gt;  Off to work to make money for the next set of fees. Rumors are that travel might be sometime in the summer. We'll see. Have a great day, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-5841470730192142191?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/5841470730192142191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-dossier-is-on-way-to-china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/5841470730192142191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/5841470730192142191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-dossier-is-on-way-to-china.html' title='Our dossier is on the way to China!!!'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-2292315567214946604</id><published>2009-02-18T07:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:06:04.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year later...Happy Gotcha day to Sophie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwG0ZzTT8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/s--w_ub9dIs/s1600-h/DSC03672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304121958484627394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwG0ZzTT8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/s--w_ub9dIs/s200/DSC03672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwG0S6hmwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WLUJ5gdBkKQ/s1600-h/DSC03670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304121956635876098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwG0S6hmwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WLUJ5gdBkKQ/s200/DSC03670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwG0Mg1EvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/h99pidJ_QuE/s1600-h/DSC03668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304121954917487346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwG0Mg1EvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/h99pidJ_QuE/s200/DSC03668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGz5xRTtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aw-zoDwcXjw/s1600-h/DSC03565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304121949886172882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGz5xRTtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aw-zoDwcXjw/s200/DSC03565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGC81a9FI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1u--gFHD7GE/s1600-h/Susan+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304121108895298642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGC81a9FI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1u--gFHD7GE/s200/Susan+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGCiZFUYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uLnNxIcigI0/s1600-h/WuMeiMamaBabaGifts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304121101797118338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGCiZFUYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uLnNxIcigI0/s200/WuMeiMamaBabaGifts1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGCiQ8qaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IxLvYpVRreU/s1600-h/sophie+08+07+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304121101762996642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGCiQ8qaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IxLvYpVRreU/s200/sophie+08+07+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGCSh-MtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1DGg_vveVbA/s1600-h/WuMeiMamaBabaGifts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304121097539433170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGCSh-MtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1DGg_vveVbA/s200/WuMeiMamaBabaGifts2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGCO_Aw2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/735h-3wDTNs/s1600-h/Bette+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304121096587494242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwGCO_Aw2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/735h-3wDTNs/s200/Bette+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;Today is the anniversary of the day we met and adopted our Sophie. Amazing how fast a year goes, amazing that only last year we saw this beautiful, spirited little girl, who has changed our lives forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who do not know the story of our journey to Sophie WuMei, feel free to check out my baby jelly beans site at &lt;a href="http://www.babyjellybeans.com/"&gt;http://www.babyjellybeans.com/&lt;/a&gt; and type in Sophie and our last name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie has grown so much in the last year, and has learned so much! When we met her she had about 10 signs, mostly our names. Now she has over five hundred signs, and is beginning to finger spell everything she can. In May she will get her cochlear implant, so we are excited at the possibility that this will help her to hear and to be able to develop speech more than she has right now. Sophie has an uncanny ability to lip-read and to approximate words. The speech therapists and doctors who have seen her are simply amazed with her. They say that her hearing (or lack of it) should not allow her to produce the sounds and words that she has been able to produce. Quite simply, she is a mystery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoption is truly a miracle. It is like watching a magic show with Sophie around. She is very challenging, as everyone who knows her understands. She is smart and stubborn, and can be amazingly independent and then totally dependent, all at the same time. She can challenge the parenting skills of the best parent, and has brought so much fun into our lives. Suddenly, our teenagers are playing hide-and-seek and performing numbers in our kitchen in a make-shift band, led by Sophie herself. Matt and I are once again reading bed-time stories and tucking in little ones, instead of them tucking us in!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People ask me about her transition into our home and I can tell you it was almost seamless. Sophie was more than ready for us, thanks to her time in Swallows Nest with Pam. She was learning signs, had seen our pictures, pictures of our house, etc and she desperately wanted a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we were talking about our trip to China to get her. As she learns more signs and more concepts, Sophie is beginning to tell us more of what she remembers from her life in China. Last night she signed: "Mama and Baba, fly plane..Sophie alone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are not alone any more, Sophie WuMei...happy Gotcha Day. We love you.&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2819751906947308618-2292315567214946604?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/2292315567214946604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-year-laterhappy-gotcha-day-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/2292315567214946604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/2292315567214946604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-year-laterhappy-gotcha-day-to.html' title='One Year later...Happy Gotcha day to Sophie'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZwG0ZzTT8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/s--w_ub9dIs/s72-c/DSC03672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-6487648714098188983</id><published>2009-02-11T07:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:57:32.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swallows Nest update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZLJfAa5GWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CIpZIZd0-gk/s1600-h/MiaoMiao+af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301521245894416738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZLJfAa5GWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CIpZIZd0-gk/s200/MiaoMiao+af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;First day at Swallows Nest............ miracles happen!!!!                      Waiting for a miracle...needs surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZLJff8R4hI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VSvwgbzF9wU/s1600-h/LuLu+bf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301521254355952146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZLJff8R4hI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VSvwgbzF9wU/s200/LuLu+bf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZLJfhOg77I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rWqwSa8T6Yc/s1600-h/LuLu+blurry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301521254700871602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZLJfhOg77I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rWqwSa8T6Yc/s200/LuLu+blurry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZLJeS-4lnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PcnM5PAXVL4/s1600-h/DSC07399%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301521233697347186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZLJeS-4lnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PcnM5PAXVL4/s200/DSC07399%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZLJe2L2f4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/UFb_wnXJuaA/s1600-h/Gong+Li+af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301521243146977154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZLJe2L2f4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/UFb_wnXJuaA/s200/Gong+Li+af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you know about Swallows Nest, the foster home where Sophie stayed for four months before we got her in China. Swallows Nest is a fabulous home where children who would not have a chance in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orphanage&lt;/span&gt; are brought into loving homes, cared for, given medical treatments, and often, their lives are literally saved. Many, if not most, of these children are listed for international adoption. The parents who adopt these children are committed to keeping the dream of the foster family (a Christian couple from the US) alive. A non-profit organization has been established to help to raise funds for the Swallows Nest Children's Home. Check out their website...look for some pictures of Sophie, and see the beautiful miracle in each child's face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swallowsnestzz.org/"&gt;http://www.swallowsnestzz.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MaryAnne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MaryAnne&lt;/span&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/2819751906947308618-6487648714098188983?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/6487648714098188983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/swallows-nest-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/6487648714098188983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/6487648714098188983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/swallows-nest-update.html' title='Swallows Nest update'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZLJfAa5GWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CIpZIZd0-gk/s72-c/MiaoMiao+af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-4054981310083758464</id><published>2009-02-10T07:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:21:31.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZF-qxpl0rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iIpEgJo-pE4/s1600-h/DSC03522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301157509739172530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZF-qxpl0rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iIpEgJo-pE4/s200/DSC03522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZF-qisw1jI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lZcQ7MmafEY/s1600-h/DSC03589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301157505725945394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZF-qisw1jI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lZcQ7MmafEY/s200/DSC03589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZF-qfw4HYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u4czN4W_V5Y/s1600-h/DSC03595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301157504937893250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZF-qfw4HYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u4czN4W_V5Y/s200/DSC03595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZF-qBFN7bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CtP56df50-8/s1600-h/DSC03565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301157496701709746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZF-qBFN7bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CtP56df50-8/s200/DSC03565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are finishing up the last of the paperwork in our adoption agency switch, getting ready for the dossier to be sent to China! YEAH! Looks like we won't travel until somewhere in the vicinity of June, but always have to look at the bright side-we won't have to carry winter clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie is scheduled for her cochlear implant in May, so hopefully we will be able to have her activation complete before we go to China. There are many appointments for the CI, and at some point I will be taking Shane along for the drive to take him to appointments at DuPont as well. Two car seats in the car again! I know my friends whose kids are all off to college are laughing at us, and most people think we are totally crazy...but everyone who knows us knows that this is the best thing that we could be doing. Matt and I love each other, love our kids, and are committed to adoption. Once we set our hearts on these little ones, we are gone...and will endure the sacrifices that we need to to bring them home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  People ask me all the time about Shane's eye condition, and whether or not he will have any vision. With congenital cataracts, the eye itself does not develop in utero. Unlike other cataracts that form after the eye has developed normally, his cataracts cannot be removed, and then all will be well. His eyes probably did not develop normally, cataracts formed, and they are still there. Saying that, we might find out that the ophthalmologists want to remove the cataracts anyway for the long-term health of his eyes. We just won't know until we have him evaluated. Luckily, we are working with great people at DuPont, so we feel confident he will get great care. The bottom line is that he will most likely not have any vision, or possibly just light perception. We are very much expecting this to be the case, and if by chance (or miracle) he has more vision, we will be blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Last week we had a little snow, just enough for a snow day and some sledding outside. Sophie loves the snow and the cold. In China she did not play in the snow too much, so she thoroughly enjoyed herself. Luckily, she has Meghan and Shannon to hang outside and play with her, leaving me in the house, nice and warm,to make homemade soup and hot chocolate for them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Next week we celebrate one year since getting Sophie!!! Lots of pictures to post later for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MA&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/2819751906947308618-4054981310083758464?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/4054981310083758464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-in-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/4054981310083758464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/4054981310083758464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-in-snow.html' title='A day in the snow'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SZF-qxpl0rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iIpEgJo-pE4/s72-c/DSC03522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-1986024961358577895</id><published>2009-02-09T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:08:23.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerns about fundraising grant</title><content type='html'>A number of people have asked us questions about our fundraising grant, and have raised concerns because there is a notice that states that Kingdom Kids reserves the right to dispense fees and does not guarantee that the money donated will go to the intended person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to clear up any doubt and answer any questions. First of all, if anyone has any specific questions, please feel free to post a question or email me. Secondly, Kingdom Kids cannot ask for money for us, according to IRS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;regulations&lt;/span&gt;. They are fundraising with our help, and it is their intent to apply the funds to the family requested. Because of IRS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;regulations&lt;/span&gt;, they cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fund raise&lt;/span&gt; in our name.&lt;br /&gt;  To make it clearer it is their intent to apply funds as per the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;donor's&lt;/span&gt; request. They have been giving grants to families for years, ad are extremely reputable. Check out their site, call them, ask questions, etc.&lt;br /&gt;  We are thrilled for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to get Shane home faster and to ease the burden of the adoption expenses.&lt;br /&gt;  Again, please contact me, or Kingdom Kids directly, if you have any questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-1986024961358577895?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/1986024961358577895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/concerns-about-fundraising-grant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1986024961358577895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/1986024961358577895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/concerns-about-fundraising-grant.html' title='Concerns about fundraising grant'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-4226820118709396953</id><published>2009-02-03T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:19:34.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the funds...and other quandries</title><content type='html'>Two international adoptions in one year...amazing...fabulous...blessed..exciting...expensive.&lt;br /&gt;  Any way you swing it, the fees for adoption are there. You cannot put a price tag on changing the life of a child, but the steps to getting your child come with fees: for social workers, paperwork, notaries, airfare, hotels, food. All of us wish we could hop in a plane and get our children, but that's not the way it goes. And so we sign on many dotted lines,promise to pay all the fees, and then start saving, scrimping, and belt-tightening until we get our children home.&lt;br /&gt;  This time around, we have applied for a few grants and were accepted by Kingdom  Kids, a fundraisng grant that allows us to ask family and friends to donate to a non-profit agency (Kingdom Kids) who then offer grants to pay for agency fees. We were thrilled at this opportunity, and have asked any people to ehlp us. For many who give to charitable organizations through the year, they can donate to Kingdom Kids and their tax-detuctible donation can be used to help us pay for some of the expenses that we will incur.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to find out more about Kingdom Kids fundraising grants, or if you would like to help in our fundraising efforts for Shane please go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.kingdomkidsadoption.org/308208.ihtml"&gt;https://www.kingdomkidsadoption.org/308208.ihtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819751906947308618-4226820118709396953?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/4226820118709396953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-fundsand-other-quandries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/4226820118709396953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/4226820118709396953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-fundsand-other-quandries.html' title='Finding the funds...and other quandries'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-2071040892246303179</id><published>2009-02-03T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:48:33.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhKBARkatI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3K1zjDEbJDs/s1600-h/DANG_RAOXING%27S_BIRTHDAY1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298566342715402962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhKBARkatI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3K1zjDEbJDs/s200/DANG_RAOXING%27S_BIRTHDAY1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhKAxrHvRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ldkiul5dRE4/s1600-h/DANG_RAOXING_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298566338796043538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhKAxrHvRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ldkiul5dRE4/s200/DANG_RAOXING_8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhKAs0dwKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iiOrkg4E_OQ/s1600-h/DANG_RAOXING_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298566337493057698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhKAs0dwKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iiOrkg4E_OQ/s200/DANG_RAOXING_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhKAhyh5pI/AAAAAAAAADw/vCLLZ3A1JGA/s1600-h/DANG_RAOXING_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298566334532150930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhKAhyh5pI/AAAAAAAAADw/vCLLZ3A1JGA/s200/DANG_RAOXING_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   We were so happy when the agency found a foster home for Shane so quickly. In the orphanage he was not walking or talking. Within six months, he was running, and talking in sentences. The pictures of him in the blue outfits were taken when Tammy, Connor's mom, went to China in February 2008, while we were in China with Sophie. I remember Tammy's email to me with the pictures. She was very concerned about Shane's development, and she wrote 'he really needs his mommy'. It nearly broke my heart, but steadied my resolve at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  We sent a package to Shane in early summer, and they sent us the pictures of him in the green shirt. He was like a different child. Tammy then sent me an email, so happy, and shocked at the transformation. What a difference in a few months, with love and attention. The pictures of him with the toys were the best for me. They told me so much about his development. He was laughing, interactive, and didn't seem to be afraid of these new things, which is so important for blind children. We know we have a lot of work ahead of us,  but we look forward to getting him home and helping him begin a new life full of so many possibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Here are the rest of the pictures we have so far. Enjoy.&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/2819751906947308618-2071040892246303179?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/2071040892246303179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-were-so-happy-when-agency-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/2071040892246303179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/2071040892246303179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-were-so-happy-when-agency-found.html' title=''/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhKBARkatI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3K1zjDEbJDs/s72-c/DANG_RAOXING%27S_BIRTHDAY1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-8351484402437393718</id><published>2009-02-03T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:31:31.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Baby Brother, Waiting...where's Mama, Where's Baba?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhGxyQHuDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SGLrOKISdXI/s1600-h/DANG_RAOXING_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562782718310450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhGxyQHuDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SGLrOKISdXI/s320/DANG_RAOXING_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhGvPl9FFI/AAAAAAAAADI/BjDrKP7UB3g/s1600-h/2-27_shanve_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562739054908498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhGvPl9FFI/AAAAAAAAADI/BjDrKP7UB3g/s320/2-27_shanve_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhGu9DSFWI/AAAAAAAAADA/qgwA3NaueAA/s1600-h/2-27_shane5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562734077646178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhGu9DSFWI/AAAAAAAAADA/qgwA3NaueAA/s320/2-27_shane5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhGutRPJrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/02t4qcEiXQs/s1600-h/2-27_shane_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562729841206962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhGutRPJrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/02t4qcEiXQs/s320/2-27_shane_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhGuLdHF9I/AAAAAAAAACw/GbGYzTX_B4A/s1600-h/2-27_shane_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562720764205010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhGuLdHF9I/AAAAAAAAACw/GbGYzTX_B4A/s320/2-27_shane_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is truly nothing in the world that can quite describe the feeling that parents feel who wait for a child far away. I know the feeling, the desperation, the loss of infertility, as Matt and I went through that for five years before having our kids. That is a different waiting, a different journey: difficult and painful, desperate and sometimes joyful. There is an overwhelming feeling of a loss of control with infertility, and a resentment, at least for me, at times, that I had to go through that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back over those years, while I would not wish them on anyone, I see them now as a blessing. God gave Matt and I five years together, five years of struggling, tears, disappointments, hardships. Five years of getting to know each other, getting ready, preparing us...for now! Now that we have been so richly blessed by God with our children, it is easier to see that those years of infertility helped to prepare us, helped to make us see that our plan is not the way, but God's plan is the only way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we wait for Shane. It seems that waiting is a part of our lives, and most of us hate this part. But as we have heard in scripture "&lt;strong&gt;All &lt;/strong&gt;things come to thse who wait." I think when most of us see this we think 'all good things' or 'all the things I want to have'. But I think that the word 'all' is the key. God gives us 'all', maybe not 'all' what we want, but 'all' that He wants us to have. So, in that 'all' is also some pain, disappointment, fear, sadness. And knowing that "All things work to the good", we plod on. And we wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, Sophie saw Shane's pictures from his birthday in August. She signed to me "Baby brother waiting...China...scared...crying...where's Mama...where's Baba?" It broke my heart. No one could make that up, no one could exaggerate the look of desperation on her face. She asks me when we are going on the plane to get him. Could someone please tell me how to interpret the words 'international adoption quagmire" to this little one? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good things we do while we wait is get ready...I am making up some Braille/texture books for Shane to take with us when we go. With Sophie we were able to send her sign language, and we took lots of drawing books, sticker books, etc. By the time we got to see her, she had seen our pictures, seen our names, and we became familiar to her. For Shane, it will be a different story. We will be complete and total strangers to him, and we will be whisking him away from the only family he has known. We will speak a new language, will sound, smell, and feel different from everything he has known. It will be hard for him. Knowing this, we need to be ready. I am hoping to take with us a tape recorder with all the kids telling him stories, reading books to him, talking to him, to get him to hear their voices. Matt and I need to brush up on simple Chinese words to be able to talk with him a little bit. Very challenging...but it helps to plan, helps the time go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully in another month or so, Sophie will be scheduled for her cochlear implant. That will keep us busy as well! Once she gets the implant, she will need to have therapy twice a week. We need to go to AI Dupont of this and the scheduling will be tricky, but we have gotten pretty good at tricky scheduling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adding some new pictures...bear with me while I navigate this new site...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2819751906947308618-8351484402437393718?l=anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/feeds/8351484402437393718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-brother-waitingwheres-mama-wheres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8351484402437393718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819751906947308618/posts/default/8351484402437393718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherpassenger-shane.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-brother-waitingwheres-mama-wheres.html' title='&quot;Baby Brother, Waiting...where&apos;s Mama, Where&apos;s Baba?&quot;'/><author><name>MaryAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153934037359080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJBBrESm_w/TxwW91LfGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeyaiFnPWp8/s220/Christmas%2B2011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u44D_GNhBng/SYhGxyQHuDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SGLrOKISdXI/s72-c/DANG_RAOXING_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819751906947308618.post-789912983097183349</id><published>2009-01-20T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:57:40.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...again</title><content type='html'>Welcome to all, to our joureny to Shane (Dang Raoxing) who is now 3 1/2 and waiting for us in LinFen, Shanxi Province. Shane is currently in a foster home, and we will be forever grateful to his foster family for taking him into their homes and loving him until we arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know do not know us, Matt and I have four wonderful biological children ages 18, 17, 14 and 11. Last year, in February, we adopted our Sophie WuMei from Henan province, China. Sophie is 4 1/2 and is profoundly deaf. She has been amazing blessing to our family and we cannot imagine life without her! She keeps us busy, and keeps Matt and I young (or makes us feel older, depending on the day!). Before we left for China, even before we got our LOA (Letter of Acceptance) for Sophie, Matt and I knew we would adopt again. We saw how many children were waiting on agency lists, and thought, if we could do it once, why not do it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, as the wait for Sophie stretched into months, I began looking on Waiting Child lists. One day I found the picture of the sweetest little guy. He looked lost and unsure, perhaps a bit scared. When I looked at his special need, my heart skipped a beat. He was listed as blind, with congenital cataracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teacher of the blind for almost 26 years, I took a deep breath, and looked again at his file It was about to be sent back to China, after almost a year of being with the agency. No one wanted to adopt this little boy. Knowing the difficulties that go with a child who is blind, I could understand any family's reluctance to take on the challenges of a blind child. I remember moving on and signing off the website, and then going back once, and again, before talking to Matt. When I showed him Shane's picture, his heart was sealed. Matt cannot say no to a waiting child, so I know better than to show him unless I am sure. Many years ago, Matt also taught blind children, so he and I know about educating a blind child. However, being a parent is a different story. The two of us talked about it, and decided to ask the agency to put his file on hold. The agency was wonderful, and after reviewing our homestudy, agreed to place us on hold for Shane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, the agency was also able to find a foster home for Shane, at our request. Thank God he was placed there, because he has developed so well being with a loving family. In February 2008, while we were in Chna adopting Sophie, another family was in LinFen adopting their son, and they were able to meet Shane. We are so thankful to Tammy,who sent us so many wonderful pictures of Shane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are almost ready to send our dossier to China. Just one more form, and then a courier will authenticate the documents at the US and Chinese embassies in Washington, DC. Sounds easy and effortless, right? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this past Friday night I signed on to the yahoo group for the agency who has Shane's file and was shocked to see that they were closing their doors to international adoptions, and all files were being transferred to another agency! My heart was in my throat as I read on and tried to find out more information. Other families in our situation were posting, everyone trying to get information, all of us fearfull and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long and short of it is that Internatioanl adoption has changed so much, in such a short amount of time, and many agencies cannot continue to do international adoptions. It is sad, and heartbreaking for the children who are waiting. For those of us 'caught in the middle' we need to focus on getting our children home. It is so difficult going to bed at night knowing that your child is somewhere far away, waiting, and there is nothing you can do to get him faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we learned going through Sophie's adoption is that none of this is in our hands. We just need to apy attnetion, do what is necessary, and do what God asks. For some reason, we have been faced with a new challenge in the process of adoption. We will endure, get throguh this, and get our Shane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for joining us. 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