My Baby in Print!

Scroll over to page 12 and see my man’s little blurb!  Mama so proud!

http://72.18.198.165/publisher/dpmdigital/The_Boston_Parents_Paper_North_Edition/issue10/magazine.php?page=&taken=1

Wha-wha-wha-WTF?!!?!?!?

http://www.boston.com/news/education/k_12/articles/2007/08/09/school_expands_on_mission_to_aid_autistic_children/

Oh, Mama don’t play that!  Don’t be putting my baby in no claustrophobia inducing box!

Can’t these fools think of a better way to help this child calm down during transitions?

I know Ronan’s teacher has several sane options that she could share with them.  What about a timer, a PECS schedule, a school rules board focusing on positive reinforcement, or even a calm down spot – something less similar to a dog cage.

I’m all for “you need to sit here until you calm down” – even if I have to sit with him, or keep putting him back on the calm down spot repeatedly. 

But, really, is this necessary?

Thoughts?

How pretty is Mr. Green!

MR. GREEN - by Ronan James (5 year-old artist) - 8X10 digital print - Support for Autism

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=10281573

Music, my first language

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 When he was a baby, singing and music were the language that he understood. It soothed him when he cried, and he babbled beats to songs and sounds of instruments as his first words.
When all of the other toddlers were learning functional language, Ronan, although still pretty much non-verbal, was already fluent in music.
This is a painting he did that represents this…
In his own words, “This is my music.  Music gives me feelings.”
I always describe Ronan as someone who is aquiring language like a foreigner learning English.
Buy this original art by Ronan James at:
www.ronanjames.etsy.com
From Sacks pg. 156: 
           
Wittegentstein remarks: “Augustine describes the learning of human language as if the child came into a strange country and did not understand the language of the country; that is, as if it already had a language, only not this one. Or again: as if the child could already think, only not yet speak. And ‘think’ would here mean something like ‘talk to itself”. 

camp out!

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We took out the Playhut from the closet today.

Judging by the look on Ronan’s face (and Loudon’s sleepy one!) – yeah, camp out was a big hit.

Never and Nufin’

The Loudon has two favorite phrases this week. 

“NEVER”

And “NUFIN'”

He is taking his opposition of everything to a new level, and at three years old has found the ultimate protest words for his feelings.

“Loudon, do you want to go with me to get Ronan from school?”

“NEVER!  Never can I go to school!”

“Never?  But what about Miss June (Ronan’s former teacher)?  You love to see Miss June.”

“Miss June nufin’!”

“Nothing?  Oh, I’ll bet you’ll give her a big hug when you see her!”

“Never!  Nufin'”

Ahh, The Loudon.  He totally gave her a huge hug too.  Flirt.

Return of the Vominator – Part Deux…or 3, or 4…whatever.

The Vom.  My poor Vom.  He is a measly 30 lbs at 3 years old!  I don’t know how skinny that is for a three year old (maybe that’s normal!), considering Ronan weighed 30 lbs. at 10 months old – seriously.

Anyway, unbelievably, The Vom caught ANOTHER stomach virus!  For 8 straight days he spewed and pooed on every surface.  We have slept, collectively, about 8 hours in 8 days.

We saw the doc, and he thinks it was just virus after virus.  It was close to IV time if he didn’t turn the corner today, but thankfully, he held down some food and drink – my poor baby.

He was back to bossing Ronan around – “Don’t bang the chair again, Ro!  Or you will have a time-out!”  lol

Ronan has been spectacular with him while he was sick, keeping quiet while he napped, helping when he ralphed by bringing me wipes and water – too cute.

I was worried that it was something that Vom’s Dad brought home from visiting his chronically ill mother in the rehab- C.Diff. or something like that, but thankfully, no.

My hands are raw from bleaching surfaces and disinfecting poo and spew spots – being a Mom…most rewarding job EVER, but DANG, I’s tired!!

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