Friday, October 22, 2010

‘Look me in the eyes… I said the eyes.’

As her parent, it’s easy to overlook Isabella’s “disability” (transverse limb reduction defect – missing left hand and forearm).  In the face of Ariana’s more functional challenges involving communication, mobility & self-care; on top of Isabella’s resilient and jubilant personality, Isabella’s limb deficiency doesn’t get much in the way of pity or babying from us.  Come to think of it, we rarely think twice about Isabella’s arm at all anymore except to smooch on it, because it is just so freakin’ adorable.  She learned to utilize her myoelectric prosthesis functionally before she even turned two, to grasp and release objects.  She has even removed her watch and bracelets from her other wrist on occasion, using her prosthesis.  Smart and able, that girl is.  Even still, she can do far more without the prosthesis than with.  With the exception of two-handed piano playing and shoelace tying, I’d wager that she can do anything you can do with your hands, given a try or two.  And to be honest, I don’t know of one two year old that is much of a pianist or shoelace tier at that.

Nevertheless, Isabella’s physical difference has been brought to our attention quite a few times in recent months.  Shocked… yes, shocked, Jake and I both are to hear the thoughtless, insensitive, and downright cruel things that come out of some little girls’ mouths when they see Isabella’s arm (I say girls, because I still have yet to hear anything besides simple curiosity coming from a boy or an adult stranger).  This has started happening with substantial frequency these days -- on the playground, in public restrooms, at Ari’s school, at Peter Piper Pizza -- perhaps because Bella is no longer a baby?  Who knows?  But, we both have decided that it is unacceptable.  Plain and simple.  Isabella, and every child with a disability, is too precious to be subjected to this.  I used to just get red-faced and fume when I’d see pointing, uncontrolled staring, exclamations of “OMG”, and words like “scary”, “gross”, “weird”, and “freaky”.  Now, I have to say, that I still get red-faced and I still fume, but I also remind those children that it is bad manners to point.  I make direct eye-contact and issue a friendly “Hi!  What’s your name?” to interrupt staring.  I correct children with unkind language, and firmly inform them that her arm isn’t “scary”, and I give them a quick lesson in empathy by asking them how they think they would feel if someone told them they looked “scary”.  I’ve had to do this in the presence of these children’s parents and teachers before, which is the natural consequence when some children’s parents and teachers don’t do a good enough job of it themselves.  You may be wondering why I bother, why I even take my time to reply to those kids.  And my answer is, because Bella can’t right now.  She understands those kids, and every word and insinuation they they are making, and it is sinking in.  I can’t stop that.  Isabella has perception that extends way beyond her years, and I notice that she tends to look at and rub her arm when she hears people talking about it in front of her.  And I’ll be damned if I’ll be silencing my own voice in fear of “what other people think” while Bella gets the most beautiful parts of her spirit squelched out by insecurities and bullying by ignorant others at the tender age of two.

With that said, when proactive parents ask what they should tell their children about Bella’s arm, I usually say something (for the younger ones) like “That’s the way Heavenly Father/God made her.  Isn’t that special?”  For the older children, I tend to say, “She was born without that hand.  Yeah, she only needs one to do all the same things we do!  How cool is that?”  I may also tell them that Bella has an extra hand that she uses when she wants to, and she can take it off whenever she feels like it.  Curiosity is a beautiful thing.  I encourage it in children wholeheartedly, in general, and especially when it comes to Bella’s hand.  Most children react favorably to Bella’s hand, and are fascinated by it.  I love to see that!  But when ignorance or “innocence” becomes the excuse for bullying, mistreatment, singling-out, or discrimination; this is deplorable, and I ask you to join me in helping to educate others and nip it in the bud whenever and wherever it occurs.

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That said, gorgeous Belgian model, Tanja Kiewitz, who happens to be one-handed in the exact same way as Bella, not “handless” as the title infers, makes a bold statement to raise awareness of disability issues; put simply, that people with disabilities are people with personalities and feelings, oh yeah, and bodies tooThey aren’t strange or very different people, they aren’t empty shells of a person with an unusual resilience to ostracism and criticism, and they aren’t just their parts (functional or not, typical or not).  I am ever so pleased to hear the overwhelmingly positive support for Tanja Kiewitz and this campaign… you go, girl!

And thank you to Rick, my father-in-law, for emailing this picture and for being oh so proud of his little granddaughters, Bella and Ari.

Glamorous handless model becomes overnight celebrity after posing in bra for disability awareness advert

By Daily Mail Reporter
Last updated at 2:05 PM on 20th October 2010

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1321945/Handless-model-Tanja-Kiewitz-posing-bra-handicap-awareness-advert.html?ito=feeds-newsxml#ixzz1342ciqTw

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A handless model in Belgium who posed topless for as part of a campaign to raise awareness of disability issues has become an overnight celebrity after being inundated with interview requests from all over Europe.

Smiling directly at the camera, glamorous 35-year old Tanja Kiewitz, posed for the shoot in a plunging black bra which adorned an advert which read: 'look me in the eyes... I said the eyes'.

The shoot formed part of a newspaper advertising campaign by CAP48, a non-prof

it organisation which works to highlight disability issues across France and Belgium.

The advert has been so successful that the charity has raised more than €4million from an annual telethon – 10 per cent more than the previous year.

According to the newspaper Global Post Kiewitz has become an overnight star ever since the photograph appeared late last month with magazines and TV crews all across Europe clambering to interview the graphic designer.

'There’s been a huge reaction,' Kiewitz told the newspaper.

'I’ve been besieged on Facebook. Mostly the reactions have been great, really positive feedback. I’ve got journalists from around the world calling; it’s been a bit crazy.'

 

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Test Kitchen: Sausage & Mushroom Soup

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Ingredients
  1. 2 tablespoons olive oil
  2. 1 1/4 pounds mild Italian sausages (I do about 1 2/3 lb.)
  3. 1 onion, chopped
  4. 3 cloves garlic, minced
  5. 1 pound mushrooms, sliced
  6. 7 cups canned low-sodium chicken broth or homemade stock
  7. 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
  8. 1/4 teaspoon dried red-pepper flakes
  9. 4 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
  10. 1 3/4 teaspoons salt (more, season to taste)
  11. 1/4 pound angel hair (I do 1/2 lb. or more because we like stewy soups)
  12. 1/8 teaspoon fresh-ground black pepper
Directions
  1. In a large pot, heat 1 tablespoon of the oil over moderate heat. Add the sausages and cook, turning occasionally, until browned and cooked through, about 10 minutes. Remove. When cool enough to handle, cut the sausages into 1/8-inch slices.
  2. Heat the remaining 1 tablespoon oil in the pot over moderately low heat. Add the onion and garlic and cook, stirring occasionally, until the onion is translucent, about 5 minutes. Add the mushrooms and cook until golden, 5 to 10 minutes.
  3. Add the broth, thyme, red-pepper flakes, 2 tablespoons of the parsley, and the salt to the pot. Bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer, partially covered, for 15 minutes. Stir in the sausages and bring back to a boil. Add the pasta, reduce the heat, and simmer until just done, about 3 minutes. Stir in the remaining 2 tablespoons parsley and the black pepper.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Childhood Revisited

It seems like I have to start off all of my blog posts with a time frame for reference, because I’m so bogged down lately that there’s been hardly any time for this.  But, since this is something I love… cataloging my memories for later remembering and nostalgisizing (my word), I will plug away at it regardless.

Two weeks ago, my childhood BFF Nicole and her boyfriend Wayne, came to visit me and meet my family.  It has been ten years since we’d seen each other, but when we finally did, it was almost as though no time had gone by at all.  They came toting an armful of classic children’s books and other little treasures, and immediately won the love of my chillun.  We reminisced about when we were girls – all the trouble we were – shaving legs for the first time, learning about boys, birds, & bees.  And we laughed… we laughed until it hurt too much to laugh any more.  And when that happened, we caught up on each other’s lives.  Her and Wayne hurdling themselves around the entire world for the next year, living life as free as birds, getting to mark a big, amazing “check” off their bucket list.  We talked about travel, places we love, and what we love to do there. We talked about children and children with special needs in general (she has her Masters in Special Education) and about my little wonders in particular.  We ate and talked.  And this went on long after Jake had gone to sleep, Wayne was mentally somewhere off in la la land, and finally… we both got drowsy-eyed and decided to head off to bed.

The morning brought more fun, not unlike the mornings following our 9-year-old girl slumber parties.  Big, late breakfast eating; “Cinderelly-Bibbidy-Boppidy-Boo” dressing; pillow fighting; raw zucchini munching; Aunt Marci loving; pants peeing fun.  All I can say is, it better not be another ten years before we make this happen again.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Tinkerbella Party

The days are getting shorter, and increasingly more full all the time, I would say.  We rang in Isabella’s 2nd birthday with no less than a whole two full weeks of celebration.  And when we weren’t celebrating officially -- as in cake time, party time, tutu time, friends time, and yes… vacation time (more on that to come), that little Heffalump was finding ways of her own to show us that we still were not quite done marking the end of her babyhood.  Besides mastering the potty, Isabella did another big girl thing on the day of her birthday party… she climbed out of her crib for the first time.  She did it again the next day.  And while we were on vacation, she climbed in and out as she pleased, rummaging through the hotel refrigerator and the shoe suitcase in between jaunts back into the crib!  So, we decided -- or rather, were forced to go along with her plan to retire the crib to its rightful place back with the manufacturer (because it had been recalled), and exchange it for a brand new toddler bed (more on that later too).

We threw Isabella a Neverland (Tinkerbella) party, because she thinks that she just happens to be the little pixie incarnate, and we couldn’t agree more.  We hosted the party at our favorite birthday spot, Chuparosa Park, so we could let the little fairies and pirates run about the playground and, if they so desired, even traipse through the showers and fountains at the splash pad.  It was a beautiful morning, we really had a lot of fun, and we were so happy to be with so many friends that we don’t get to see often enough!

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The balloons are always worth fifty times their weight in gold.  And with a Tinkerbell balloon taller than Bella, their value goes up from there.

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We went casual this year, with our favorite pizza from Venezias, sub sandwiches, fruit, chips, and cake, leaving me a little more time & motivation to enjoy the event. 

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All the girlies got decked out in fairy ensembles complete with goody bag loot such as pixie dust (glitter gel), tiaras, necklaces, metallic flutes, and Tinkerbell stickers.  The boys had to play their Neverland counterparts, which are naturally, pirates.  Their booty consisted of a compass, eye patch, pirate earring, kaleidoscope, and pirate treasure.

Gabe and his friends Noah and Garret held down the fort on the playground the entire morning.  They wouldn’t abandon post long enough to play in the water, which they didn’t seem to mind missing out on anyway.  Too busy being buccaneers. :)

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Our gorgeous little fairy guests (pictured: Kiera, Lana, Malia, Taya, Giana, Mylie, Autumn, & Summer)

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Off to the water they go…

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Little mermaids.

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And their off!  Look and the shoveling action!

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Very intimidating, that Gabriel.

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Isabella was so fortunate to have so many lovely gifts!  Everyone seemed to know her taste exactly! Thank you so much to everyone who came and made this day special for our little pixie!

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