My mom has been here this week, taking care of Maybelle in the week between the end of her school and the beginning of camp season. They have had a great time together. Maybelle has been quite talkative, saying (and reading) "Nonny" and learning that her grandmother is a person who will do just about anything Maybelle can ask for. Maybelle's lengthiest sentence in her life so far emerged this week:
"I ready to go walk."
Five words! Unprompted!
Although mom has been here since Sunday, we still have no pictures of her and Maybelle together! Biffle did make a video, though, one which he characterizes as capturing the few seconds right after some incredible cuteness. We'll post that sooner or later.
In other news, I wanted to let readers know that I revisited the joking comment made using the word "retarded" in my class this week and asked the students to consider what the word does--what power structures it reinforces, and why it's a word that so many professional and governmental organizations have stopped using. The conversation was quite civil and thoughtful, although I was a tiny bit bummed that there were no evident lightbulbs going off in anyone's head. I do love some lightbulbs in a class conversation.
This afternoon I'm heading to Baltimore for a National Women's Studies Association Governing Council meeting. This means I'll have flight time and hotel room time, and my plan for those times/spaces is to write an op-ed connecting Amber's and my prenatal testing research with the