Excerpt from Wednesday's Journal Entry from Dan's teacher: ...Dan became frustrated in Art today. They were doing a lot of fine motor. I've included his problem solving form, and apology letter... The problem solving form indicated that the project on "Pentangles" was hard, and he was frustrated, pushed a stool over, hit his assistant and the art teacher, and was generally mad that it was so difficult. His letter basically said: "Dear Mrs. H. (and Ms. J.) I'm sorry I hit you, it's not okay to hit. I will have nice hands in art class. Love, Dan." My Reply: (edited) "...It's hard when things are frustrating but it's not ok to hit. We talked about it...Can we adapt the art projects so that he doesn't feel so frustrated?...I know he sees the difference between himself and his peers...He tries to draw things at home but ends up handing me the marker because he knows it's not right...we are sorry..." Thursday's...
(this is a post from last winter I forgot to publish because clearly at the time I was very, very sleep deprived!) It is the simple things that make me so grateful, so happy, so able to drift off to sleep. Just two words that I now know he can use: "Yes. Ear." Who would have thought they had such meaning? --I'm desperately hoping for sleep tonight. Dan feels much better and his antibiotics SHOULD have kicked in by now to relieve the ear infection that I think is the reason that we've been up at 3, 4 and 5am on and off for the last two weeks. I thought it was time to maybe "go there" with some heavy duty sleep meds, besides the melatonin we use now. However before we went there (to psychiatry for meds) I went to his pediatrician to rule out a possible ear or sinus infection, or --ahem-- a pinworm infection. Because he eats dirt.(But that's another blog post for another day, okay?) She found a goopy, red and infected right eardrum. I have never...
"Let Go or Be Dragged." (Attributed to a Zen proverb) As the youngest child in our family gets ready to attend middle school in the fall, I want to post and re-post this video until everyone sees it and internalizes it: Ethan and I put this together one day, years ago when he was home sick in the third grade. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6Zs8DS2wBE) Despite this big, looming transition in September, this summer has been one of our best ever. But it has also been one of the hardest. I find myself internally clinging to the last weeks of carefree, total abandon that comes with having to answer to no one about my children's participation in school. No homework due, no missing art fees, no IEP meetings, no phone calls about missed meds, no emails about what to do when a new behavior crops up, not even a measly picture day reminder slip. Freedom. The break is welcome and happy, the kids are tan from playing outside and snuggly with sle...
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