ASHA in New Orleans

My first ASHA was a fun experience!  I was invited to join 6 other school SLPs for a couple of days of great communication disorder related classes.  New Orleans was not my favorite city. Lots of darkness from its slave history, voodoo, and partying culture.  I did like the food!  I tried new things like etoufee, turtle soup and lots of crawfish. The beignets and the best desert of my life, a chocolate bread pudding that was heaven on a spoon, might be a reason to go back. 

 

A packed weekend!

 Last week Tony and I watched a powerful talk.  From it we embraced a few ideas.  First, waiting is work, backwards is often forwards, and our love, influence and resources can be given to those who accept it when our children don't or can't.  These lessons, especially the last one, has changed our paradigm and motivated us to use our energy for those who want us.

This weekend we went up to meet Pepper Ann.  Jake and Callie are always open to receiving what we have to offer and time with them always fills our cup.  We also spent time with

Jeff and Betsy and even just a few hours and a couple of Jeff's omelets can get us through hard times.  We also took Corbin grocery shopping and to dinner and enjoyed some one on one with him.  It was a packed weekend and we didn't get home until well after midnight, but we both felt so much joy.  God multiplied our time and we did more than we thought possible

First annual Lundberg November Nacho Night

A spontaneous party erupted this weekend in St George.  Megan Prue decided to come for the weekend with the kids.  Then Russ and Pam decided to come, then Pam's mom Sharon.  Lori and Blake drove up from Las Vegas and not be left out-Deb and Rand and their kids drove down.  And voila!  Nacho night was born.  Mom and Dad Lundberg made a beautiful birthday cake (for Megan)  and cheesecake and we pulled out the hot sauces from around the world, made cheese and bean dips, guacamole and salsa.  Dad was so excited to hand out our Christmas envelopes, we did Christmas a little early since we were all together. 

Friday was fun for me because I prayed to find a toy to use to do a little speech therapy and a clothes organizer for Wendy.  I walked into DI and found both.  Then I spent a pleasant afternoon with Wendy, not organizing.  We just visited  Wendy asked Wilson to move out.  Happily, he was able to move back to his old apartment temporarily.  There was no police involvement.  Wendy and Harlow are much more calm.  I think in some ways Wilson is relieved, although he is in his cycle of self-destruction and avoidance.  Tony and I spent Wednesday moving his stuff out and cleaning it all up.  It's always hard to be confronted with all the evidence of Wilson's chaotic life, no manner how many times we do it.