Yummy chocolate for Andy's school

Andy's school is having a fundraiser selling Gertrude Hawk chocolates. Very yummy yummy chocolate. If you are interested, you can order online (just click here), and they just ship it to you. Yummy yummy chocolate. To your door. And Andy's school gets money. Yummy.

Dismissed

For almost two years now- or is it longer?- Joey has insisted that someone sit in his room with him while he drifts off to sleep. Trying to leave before the child was fully asleep meant starting over in the whole 30-40 minute process. JoeyAndyDad has taken on the task the vast majority of evenings, sitting in the chair that was once my grandfather's, turning on his iPod to listen to a book once Joey was calm and quiet and just dropping off. Sometimes Joey likes to watch his aquarium light for a while before really going to sleep.

Every once in a while, we get a glimmer of possibility that this ritual may be ending.

Last night, Joey dismissed his dad after story time. I was still reading to Andy and making up our latest T-Rex and the Lizards installment, so when Andy was all tucked in, I wandered over to Joey's room to check on him. He has his fish light on.

I was also dismissed after a good squishing.

He went to the bathroom once, and spent the rest of time in his own room, being quiet. And then he fell asleep all by himself.

I think my baby is growing up.

Never Forget

"In Germany, they came first for the Communists,
And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist;
And then they came for the trade unionists,
And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist;
And then they came for the Jews,
And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew;
And then . . . they came for me . . .
And by that time there was no one left to speak up."
-Martin Niemöller

There are many times when someone said or did something ignorant and mean, and I have spoken up. Every time I do so, I of course get my share of folks who support and folks who just plain don't get why I'm unhappy. Such is the way of the world; ignorance is hard to admit to and give up.

And there are plenty of moments when I have been reminded of my own ignorance, bias, and thoughtlessness. Thinking and changing is part of growing, and may I never stop growing until I'm dead. There is always more to learn.

But it remains hard to realize that there are some lessons people should have long ago learned and generalized, and yet the mistakes remain part of our society, even praised. Being"politically correct" once meant you showed respect to others and engaged in constructive dialogue using constructive language; somewhere along the way, that got lost in a frenzy of semantics and bulldog attitudes that insisted the point was more than to not offend. Is it really more respectful to say "disabled" instead of "handicapped"? The idea of asking a disabled or handicapped person- particularly the person standing in front of you- got lost in the war of folks on one side or the other. So much for being politically correct. The phrase got picked up and bashed by those who only wanted to think of themselves, which is so much easier, anyway.

Why is it is still "funny" to laugh at people, instead of with people? Most of us recoil at the idea of blackface being funny, but still laugh at the "retard." We fail to see the difference between Bill Cosby talking about having to kiss his aunts or dropping his ice cream and Topsy jokes. Do you know the difference? Why is latter offensive, and the former not? Why do people still think it funny to laugh at other people, when it is well-known that laughing at someone because of their race or religion is unacceptable?

There is a huge difference between laughing at someone, and laughing with someone. Laughing at people is mean. I refuse to condone it.

Wordless Wednesday: Today's accomplishment

Eep. Or, What's happening here.

Sorry for the post lag. I am grading the worst set of midterms I have ever gotten. We are trying to figure out what is going on with Joey in math. I had to put away the boys' big pool-slide today before it starts to really freeze around here. And I've been working like the Little Beaver Who Could.

Joey read Green Eggs and Ham to me last night, entirely by himself. He had his first box of 64 Crayolas today, which are right now his greatest treasure- all those colors, including "macaroni and cheese"! He was having some tummy distress in the car- the return of car sickness is not a good sign for sensory integration (here comes another sensory shift! AAAA!)

Andy's after-school mood is consistently Crabby. We took him for pizza yesterday because he positively would NOT go into the Olive Garden (where we normally have lunch when we go out with Grandma). He still likes dinosaurs. We're now making up the Adventures of T-Rex and the Lizard Brothers regularly at bedtime (maybe I should write them down and start a new classic children's story series). We've added Spider, Fox, Frog, Spooky, and Pumpkin to our list of characters this week. They tend to like to blow bubbles and play Hide-and-Seek.

I have two hours off tomorrow. I would dearly love to spend it curled up in my living room watching Time Bandits whilst stitching up something pretty from mom for Christmas in front of a small, comfy fire in the fireplace. Maybe if I feel energetic, I could arrange the mantel for Halloween. But I'm placing my money on the two hours being spent mulching the garden, digging through the guest room to even try to get to the Halloween decorations, and maybe some random cleaning-type activities. Because i suck.

But I will ltry for a few minutes of blogging. Really.

Fly on the ceiling of my car.

"aaEEEE{snort} onmyGREEshur aasisma anj aaEEEE{snort} onmyGREEshur aasisma anj ..."
"We found dinosaurs! Mommy! Dinosaurs!"

"Well, they didn't do too bad. It was a pretty long service, we couldn't have stayed for the whole thing anyway."
"Andy was asleep through most of it."
"That helped."

"aaEEEE{snort} onmyGREEshur aasisma anj aaEEEE{snort} onmyGREEshur aasisma anj ..."
"Dinosaur bites the babies. They get in the water splash and crocodiles eat them. They dead."

"The people behind us seemed very nice. They didn't even complain about Joey telling the church to be quiet."
"Yes, they were very patient."
'And the folks in front of us were nice about the kicking."
"Very."

"aaEEEE{snort} onmyGREEshur aasisma anj aaEEEE{snort} onmyGREEshur aasisma anj ..."
"AAAARRRRRGGGG! T-Rex eats the crocodile!"

"Considering how loud it was, they did really well."
"Yes, I'm very proud of them."

"aaEEEE{snort} onmyGREEshur aasisma anj Look at the pretty leaves! onmyGREEshur aasisma anj ..."

Sunday Retrospective: In Memory of Love Lost II

Just sayin'

I can hardly wait for the series of ads about the word "retard." Mean is such a huge part of human culture and experience. Want to solve some global problems? Start with using respectful and appropriate language. Be specific and clear. Randomly insulting others to make your point only displays your own ignorance and lack of language fluency. Don't like the little chef figure? It's dumb, it's ugly, it's weird to you. Say that. "Look at that chef, man- it's so stupid! Those pants are too wild! Check it out!"

Being disrespectful is just that. All we need is a little Golden Rule: treat others as you would want to be treated. This shouldn't be a revolutionary concept in human society anymore- it is thousands of years old now.

Bloggie Love

To my great surprise and delight, abfh gave me a beautiful new award! Surprised, because we often go head-to-head on important issues, delighted because I always learn something new when we do.

Now I get to pass this on to my eclectic taste in blogs.

First and foremost, this absolutely must go to Maddy at Whitterer on Autism, always good for a new insight into life with people who think about the world in a very different way from you do- and live in the same house. And not just the autistic people. I also recommend her blog Sandwiched Genes, which includes more of the old-style Maddy posts about conversations in her house, as if you were a fly on the wall. I'd get swatted, of course, because the room would hear me giggling.

This also must go to Stimey at Stimeyland, who embiggens us all. One of these days I'm getting up there for a playdate, Stimey. Really. I think our kids would have a blast. Discover her adventures in having sons, with and without autism.

Here is to Miss Kitty at Educated and Poor, and her adventures in academia. Miss Kitty taught an awesome class about country music over the summer- how cool is that for a comp lit prof? Better yet, she has a chicken named Myrtle May, and lots and lots of kitties at the Happy Kitty Cottage!

Please go visit Ambulance Driver at A Day In the Life of an Ambulance Driver. The evil Sumdood lurks in the corners of a world of coffee, midnight ambulance runs, hurricanes, and a beautiful little girl named KatyBeth. AD addresses issues of entitlement, disability, compassion, and trying to make sense of complete nonsense in the medical world.

One of the new blogs I'm following- and finding really interesting- is Jen at I'm Going Coconuts. I'm kind of lurking there, but I think it is worth a look at her life with her beautiful children, including a child with Asperger's Syndrome. She's starting to navigate through the special ed world.

Here's one for Kristina at Autism Vox, where we discover the larger issues of disability rights and experience, combined with personal notes abotu her family and experience close-at-hand with autism.

And then everybody ought to go say hello to kristi at Autism, Blessings, Challenges her her wonderful TC. It's a straight forward blog about day-to-day living in a world that includes autism.


abfh already awarded it to Niksmom at Maternal Instincts, but I thought I'd let her know I'd give it to her, too, But it doesnt' count to give it to somebody who already just got it, right?


There are a few other blogs I could pass this to, but most of them don't care about awards and stuff, and I'm only supposed to give seven, and wow, this was hard to choose. Thanks everybody for your fabulous blogs and insights!

Why it isn't funny

Club 166 has drawn our attention to an offensive skit put on by Saturday Night Live, and now showcased on NBC's website. The fact that people find this funny is very disturbing. This isn't laughing with someone (such as The Birdcage might be to the gay community). This SNL skit is nothing but pure mean. 100% pure mean. If you think something this mean is funny, all I can say is, wait until this kind of meanness is directed at you.

Even though Joey stayed home from school today with his cough, we went ahead and had OT. It's amazing how much work my boys have done in the last few years. Andy's OT saw us there, so she fetched the results from his latest eval and sat down with me to look at it. He's gone from moderate deficits in motor control and sensory integration, to being fully functional in the classroom and displaying normal-range motor skills in our year of OT. We have a number of strategies for dealing with the remaining sensory issues. We are considering having him in a group OT setting over the summer, but for all intents and purposes, he's discharged. How's them apples?

Around the corner came a friend of ours from school. His mom is big in the disability community around here. He's in middle school now. He's come a long way; he asks and answers questions now, even though his speech pattern consists of rises and falls of inflection that give his speech and eerie, sing-song sound, he does speak with good control of language. He flapped his hands happily to see his mom in the waiting room. He had come out to get some water, and the OT aide came with him to guide him over to the sink, where he got his own water, though it took some prompting and a few tries. A sing-song stream of talk on his favorite subject accompanied the process, then stopped abruptly when it was time to return to the session.

I thought of that SNL skit, and realized, with a deep sense of grief and anger, that people who think that skit is funny, probably will think this child is funny. And stupid. And not worth knowing.

And how wrong they are. The child has problems with social behavior and cues, but his ability to read and do math are amazing. Listening to his knowledge on his favorite topics is like listening to a living dissertation. He tells jokes- good ones. He has his own way of doing things, many very inventive ways of getting around his own motor skill difficulties. He's a good, smart, hard-working kid. To think of him as the butt of jokes because of his challenges just makes me see red.

Joey comes out, and I know he will also be facing those people who think mean is funny. He tilts his head, smiling as he jogs in a tight circle while his OT tells me about the session. He shows me the pumpkin he drew, a beautiful orange jack-o-lantern, with "Jack-o-lantern" written in his blocky letters on the back. I have a first grader who can spell "headphones" and "smudge" and "cheeseburger", who can read on a third-grade level, who can add three numbers together- but he is still considered by some people to be a joke. Something to be scorned, laughed at, put down.

Then they tell me to "get over it."

I don't think so.

Wordless Wednesday (On Thursday- oops): Craft Project

What would you want to do?

So Joey comes home, and Andy is at Grandma's. He can do anything he wants. I make some suggestions, but finally ask: what do you want to do?

And what he wants to do is sit on the comfy couch with goldfish pretzels and 7-Up, wearing Daddy's hat, watching A Charlie Brown Christmas.

Ah, the comforts of home.

Homework strategies

Now, granted, Joey has a cough and isn't tippy-top, but why does homework time have to be a disaster?

All year, there has been nary a word of homework. This week? We have three worksheets, each with attached reading, to complete tonight. So to the kitchen table we go!

I set the first sheet in front of him- a paragraph on sea turtles, with a half-page of fill-in-the-blank questions. We've been doing these kinds of sheets on our own- we did one on insects and one on spiders while visiting the Bug Box, and we just did one on bats last week. No problems. But now that it is an actual assignment?

Screaming. Crying. Gnashing of teeth. He read the paragraph. Then he started putting random words into the blanks, with his old fist grip and the worst handwriting I've seen him produce in months. What the...?

I finally gave up and sent him to sit in his room (and hopefully calm down and rest a little), and his dad is wrestling with the worksheets now. Why is it such a big deal that the sheets are for school, rather than for me? Am I going to have to set up a homework cubicle?

Yikes!

A New Story

For bedtime, we often read a story, and lately, Andy and I have been making up a story about T-Rex and the Blue Lizard. The story usually begins, "Once Upon a Time, T-Rex Andy was stomping through the woods..." and then we have Mommy make up a little adventure, then Andy takes up the thread (when I say, "The End", Andy then says, "Then..." and starts his own story). Joey can hear us doing this in Andy's room while he is having his own ritual in his own room with JoeyAndyDad.

Joey decided tonight that he wanted to make up a story, too.

With a little help from JoeyAndyDad, Joey made up his own story. He wanted to talk about Hopkins (from Signing Time) and Blue (from Blue's Clues... he's been on a bit of a Blue's Clues kick), so Dad suggested Blue could Skidoo into Signing Time to play with Hopkins. So Joey made up his own adventure, where Blue was trying to tell everyone she wanted to learn to sign! (Blue in the Treehouse was the first clue, Blue's paws were the second clue, and a frog was the third clue!)

How cool is THAT?

Autumn Evenings

We were outside, enjoying the warm autumn evening. I miss the trees that used to be in the yards around us; the fall isn't the same without the changing red leaves of the dogwood or the brilliant yellow of the old Tree of Heaven trees and mulberries. They all went down with Isabel. The neighbors used to have cherry trees, but when they also went with Isabel, they planted pear trees- not as nice, either.

But the roses are having their fall bloom, and I am working on getting things cleared out and mulched in. I know you shouldn't mulch before first frost, but I have to do what I can when I can, or it doesn't get done at all. I picked some zinnias to take into the house. The boys were playing- Andy in sandbox, Joey with his hulahoop. He likes to pretend he is a car, with the hoop around his waist. Andy's dinosaurs were rescuing each other. Joey was zooming around the yard. I took a break from yardwork to sit on my bench- which could use a good coat of paint.

Then Joey sits next to me.

"Let's have two seats," he says. "Let's go!"
"You're driving," I smile to my left at him. He grins and vrooms.
"Where are we going?" I ask casually.
"We're taking Grandma home. Then we go to the store."
I watch him pretending to drive, happy as a clam. Vroom!
"What do we need at the store?" I ask.
"Cookies! We need cookies. Better go to the store!"

And he's off, the hula hoop around his waist.

How far we have come.

Dead cars

Yes, I was supposed to work this morning. That is what I was supposed to do. But sometimes life has other plans.

This morning we awoke to Andy hacking his lungs out and Joey bouncing at our feet. So we dragged ourselves out of bed to deal with morning madness. We decided try tuck Andy back into his bed with some cough meds and try to get him to rest. JoeyAndyDad hopped into the car with Joey to get some doughnuts. I got my work corner ready for the day. I thought about calling in to work only half the day, as Andy looked pretty rough and might need a trip to the doctor; at the very least, JoeyAndyDad might need some help (having the boys on two different levels of the house is a bit of a challenge).

The phone rang. Who calls the house at 8 in the morning?

JoeyAndyDad does, when the car just cuts off while driving. Again. I get a premonition that it would be a good idea to call and cancel my work session, which I do before carrying Andy as-is to the car to go get Joey, while JoeyAndyDad calls for a tow truck. I grab Joey, then go get the doughnuts (We love Krispy Kreme!) and come back to lighten up the wait for the tow truck with warm, sugary, doughnutty goodness. The plan is to take the car over to Jeff's (our mechanic), and pick up the car we left there to be winterized (the Jeep). But then. what if the other car isn't ready enough to be driven? I didn't want to strand JoeyAndyDad out there, so I waited to go over with him.

Sure enough, the Jeep isn't ready. So we leave the green car and the red car and head home. By this time, Andy is looking positively perky, Joey is beside himself, and things are generally going crazy. I make an executive decision to take the boys to the Bug Box, which is having a special event today.

We had a fabulous time. i didn't take the camera, because I left JoeyAndyDad home to recover from his morning. We looked at bugs, and played at the various tables, and made thank-you cards and ornaments for wounded veterans, and a good time was had by all. Then we got thirsty and tired, so we headed back to the car to go get some lunch and drinks. I got everybody strapped in, plopped tiredly into my seat, and turned the key.

And nothing happened.

And when I say nothing, I mean nothing. No power at all. The door locks were not even working now. Nada. Silence.

Fortunately, there is an auto parts store right behind the Bug Box, and we were parked right in front of it. Even more fortunately, there is a very nice man working there. Several other ladies who were loading up their tired, thirsty children suggested I run in there for help, and they kept an eye on my guys while I did so. It took a few minutes to get their attention and ask, and then a few more minutes for them to finish up what they were doing to come out and help- long enough that one of the nice ladies came in to check and make sure they were going to help. And they took so long coming out that she had turned her car around to help jump my car, as I already had cables.

I would like to take this opportunity to say, thank you, very nice ladies who took their time to help me, to watch my kids, and to offer their battery, when they all had better things to do and tired, thirsty kids of their own. I don't think those ladies have any idea how grateful I am.

We were about to hook up the cables when the guy came out of the shop with a jump machine, so I rather flusteredly thanked the nice lady and sent her on her way (I hope she wasn't insulted... I was pretty flustered). Turns out it was a good thing I did. Apparently, my battery was super-duper hot- something was overcharging it. Our first attempt to jump it with the machine was a failure, not enough power. The guy then went and drove his big truck around and connected up my cables.

And they melted.

So I was glad the nice lady who stayed got to go home instead of using her battery, it could have been a huge disaster, and someone could have been hurt. Instead, the guy fetched his industrial cables, and got a surface charge going so I could get the car started. I was fine- as long as I didn't turn the car off. Oh, and the jump blew the fuse for my radio (or shorted it out).

So I drove the guys home, tossed them to their Dad, left instructions for my mother to be called to pick me up, and off I drove back to Jeff's. He wasn't there, but I left a note.

That's right. All three cars were now in his tender care.

Mom is letting me borrow the truck so I can get Joey to his swim lesson in the morning and Andy to school on Monday. We're working on how to get JoeyAndyDad to work on Monday. I stopped to grab a child seat, and Jeff had returned. We both laughed hard, but he also promised to get us a working car ASAP, probably Monday night (the Jeep just needs an inspection to be in working order- but what if the stations are closed for Columbus Day?)

We are eagerly awaiting the call.

Knock Me Over With A Feather

Some of you may recall, about a year ago, my Panda Pig starting turning up his nose at food. He went from eating everything I placed in front of him to a highly select menu that we have worked very hard to expand. We had a perfect storm of preschool pickiness and onset of oral sensitivity, and the result was a very thin little guy who ended up with a massive ear infection (resulting in no food intake at all), then slow recovery of menu items. He is still picky, but I'll take "picky eater" over "neophobic" any day of the week and twice on Sundays, especially with Andy being so thin in the first place, particularly following a growth spurt.

Imagine what ran through my head this morning when Andy, chock full of head cold, turned to me and said, "I want an egg."

An egg? What for?

"I'm hungy. Want an egg."

After staring at him for a full minute and a half to make sure my child had not been abducted by aliens, I asked, "Fried or scrambled?"

"Fried," came the answer after a few moments of thought. So I got off my bottom and fried him an egg.

And he is sitting here in the livingroom, consuming said egg, as if he has eaten eggs all his life and they are his favorite food.

Absolutely amazing.

Wordless Wednesday: Party!

In My Garden Gate

Pics of the autumn garden are up.

Plans for my two hours off tomorrow:

Mulch garden (six bags worth only).
Clean out broken outside toys.
Clean out path to attic through guest room.
Get out Halloween decorations for the mantel.

How far do you think I'll get? Bets?

Informed Decisions

Stanford University is developing a safer test for children with aneuploidies, particularly Down's Syndrome. The extra chromosome is picked up in the mother's blood, instead of an invasive test that risks injury of the fetus or even miscarriage. Part of the "good news" about the new test is that it can be done very early in the pregnancy, "giving women more time to make choices about their pregnancy."

Carol Boys, chief executive of the Down's Syndrome Association, said: "There is no question that these non-invasive tests will be introduced in the next few years.
"It's therefore incredibly important that potential parents are given accurate information on Down's syndrome before they make a choice about whether to terminate or not.
"We don't consider Down's syndrome a reason for termination, but we recognise that bringing up a child with Down's syndrome isn't right for everyone.
"The more informed parents are, the better the position they are in to make the choice that is right for them."

Carol Boys is absolutely correct. Parents need to be informed, and make an informed choice- not a choice out of fear of the unknown... fear of Holland.

I have written on this subject before, but revisiting this theme is something I find worth doing. Not everyone reads old blog posts, and each day there are new parents in our little corner of the world- the one labeled "special needs."

They need to be informed. We all do. However, I am especially keen on making parents informed before that baby is even born. The decision to have a child- any child- should not be based on fear. It should be grounded in solid, reliable, and complete information, as complete as we can make it. Raising a special needs child is a special challenge. However, raising any child is a challenge. The challenges are different, the experience of parenthood may be different, the friends you make and the ideas you value, the insights you gain and stories you tell may be different, but different is not worse.

If parents knew the supports available, the resources out here, had clear understanding of their rights and what to do to cross those hurdles and meet those challenges, would raising a special needs child be such a terrible thing? If people understood that a person's special needs, even when severe, makes them no less a human being, no less an asset to the human race, would there be more resources available?

In all those "So You're Expecting!" books, we ought to have a chapter, "What if my baby has special needs?" The opening of that chapter should be: "All people have special needs. The trick is knowing what resources are available, and how to use those resources to best support and raise your child."

Without that understanding, the choice made is not informed by facts, logic, and information. It is made from fear.

To all you expecting parents out there:
Be prepared. But don't be afraid.

Powerpoint Thinking

In my quick guide to IEP season (The Crazy Season), I mentioned putting together a powerpoint presentation of your child to personalize the proceedings. This idea is catching on elsewhere, so I thought I'd talk about it a little more for folks who may be going into meetings, or expecting to, and feeling overwhelmed.

If you are feeling totally out of control, or uncomfortable about your school folks, or just crazy-crazy, a good thing to do is to step back, take a deep breath, and create a reminder of what the focus of this meeting ought to be: your child. How well do the school personnel really know your child? What information do they need to plan and prepare an appropriate program for your child? Who is this child, and what does the child really need? What do you, as the parent, expect?

What we did is put together a powerpoint presentation. If you are not familiar with powerpoint, don't panic, it is a very easy program. It's word processing for slide shows. We set ours up so that each slide had bullet-point information about Joey on one side, a photo of Joey on the other, and we alternated which side was which for visual interest. You can plunk short video into it, too, instead of a photo. We only did this once, but I'll get to that in a minute.

In our slide show, we wanted to emphasize Joey as a human being, as a child with potential, and as the focus of the program being discussed. We were entering a new school, with an almost entirely new staff, and we wanted to communicate to these new people the importance of what we were doing in planning Joey's kindergarden program. With this in mind, we asked ourselves first and foremost: Who is Joey?

This Question sets the tone for the presentation. This isn't about being sappy, this is about humanizing a process that is very apt to dehumanizing and bureaucratizing. We selected a photo of Joey and made two clear statements of Joey: Joey is our bright, cheerful, loving son and Joey is a caring and helpful older brother. We wanted to encapsulate Joey's personality and position in just a few easy-to-read statements. Bullet points break things down for clarity, give your viewer a clear list. Keep it simple, but pack it. Every word counts.

Next, we listed things Joey likes. This information is helpful in keeping the presentation positive and providing information about motivators and frame-of-reference. You can get a lot more done with Joey if you understand that he loves Little Bear and the color blue. We put a simple one-slide list paired with a photo of a "like" that we didn't directly list. Then we used a second slide to list the TV shows and Movies that were most important to understanding Joey and his speech (Joey often quotes these shows when trying to form language and communicate). Next, we added a slide of Joey's favorite stories. Again, this provides a frame-of-reference for the teachers; they can familiarize themselves with a short list of narratives your child is particularly attached to, then use this information to facilitate communication and motivation.

Now that there is a clear idea of what Joey likes, we went straight into Joey's strengths. Again, we wanted to keep the presentation positive. If your child has very strong dislikes that you think need to be clear and addressed, go ahead and put those in; but it might be a good idea to include problems (especially sensory issues) with another section addressing issues.

We dedicated three slides to strengths. Two were strengths we knew about and had documented. Then we put in a slide about strengths noted by his therapists. This lets the teachers know Joey has therapists, and things that might not have been observed at home. We then listed the latest successes (at the time, potty training, fetching items from another room, and learning ASL were important successes to note for Joey).

Instead of countering all this positive information with something like "weaknesses" or "issues", we chose to label the next section "challenges." Now we were getting into the meat and potatoes of what teachers wanted to talk about. IEP meetings seem inherently negative, because the discussion focuses on weaknesses and what will be done to shore up skills and get the child progressing. Progress itself seems to fall to the wayside. However, it is important to show that you are familiar with your child's challenges, and state what you think needs to be addressed. We had one slide of challenges we wanted addressed, then one slide of challenges noted by his therapists. This gives some authority to your presentation: these aren't just things you're paranoid about, but rather these are things noted by an independent source as problematic.

This is where we put our short video, so the teacher could get a sense of the behaviors Joey manifests- particularly the tracking and clicking. Explaining tracking to someone can be a little difficult if they have never seen it.

Continuing the challenges theme, we then noted the concerns raised by the various evaluations we had of Joey. We did as full a set as we could get anyone to do on Joey before he entered kindergarden, trying to get a baseline. Why people won't just do a full work-up on a child I don't know; but we did the best we could, and then noted all the concerns in the powerpoint. Again, this gives the teachers something to work with, but also makes it clear you know where your child stands and what s/he needs. Knowing what to ask for is a huge part of the IEP battle.

We divided the concerns into different slides based on the field: PT, OT, Speech. Then we did a slide just of other concerns we felt needed to be addressed- things we had noticed needed attention, things that Andy could do, but Joey still couldn't, etc. this is slightly different from "challenges." Our "Challenges" section included things like "Being able to create a sentence", "maintaining interaction with peers", etc. This "Concerns" section was more specific: "Ability to take turns", "Ability to recognize consonant sounds", "unable to roll out playdoh."

We concluded our presentation with "Our Goals and Dreams for Joey." This is an important slide, don't neglect it. Teachers are thinking of IEPs in terms of year-to-year. Our job as parents is to have a bigger picture in mind, a long-term vision of where we think the child can go, what s/he can achieve. Let the school personnel know what you are expecting in the long term. Be ambitious, but realistic. We want Joey to eventually be able to continue his education if he so chooses. We want him to be able to self-advocate. We want him prepared to function as an autistic individual in a non-autistic world. We want him to be able to participate in an inclusion setting with (and eventually without) a paraprofessional. Make it clear: my child is a human being, and I want my child to participate in society. With Joey, these long-term goals are certainly reasonable.

One tip: use positive photographs, even in the "challenges" sections. Make sure the child's face is seen often and as clearly as possible. Emphasize the human-ness and reality of your child. The negatives will tend to emphasize themselves, but often no-disabled people have trouble seeing disabled people in a positive manner, so use the power of this visual to emphasize the positive- especially when you are talking about things that seem negative.

The good part about making the powerpoint is it gets you organized in your head. You get a nice, clear picture of your child's strengths and challenges, and what you want the school to do about it. You clarify your expectations- not just for them, but for you. "This is where we are. This is where we want to go. This is what is getting in our way." But most importantly, you clarify that your child is a child like all children, that disability is not dehumanizing. This is a human being who needs support. If you provide that support, we can achieve these long-term goals.

Measuring Success

We have been packing all of Joey's food this year to take to school. We discovered that school food is too highly caloric and heavily invested in carbohydrates to be good for Joey, who was becoming increasingly round. My family is prone to diabetes, so the increase in weight was a big red flag for me (we tend to pork up as a sign of diabetes- the metabolism change is a harbinger that our ability to use insulin properly has broken down).

But has this change in diet worked?

By packing Joey's meals, I can control not only how many calories he is consuming, but how many carbohydrates, fats, and other nutrients he is consuming. For those of you unfamiliar with diabetes, it's not about the sugar, it is about the carbohydrates. Many of those "sugar-free" foods you see advertised are absolutely useless to a diabetic, because they contained the same (and sometimes more!) carbohydrates than regular foods. With my family history and my own gestational diabetes, I have become something of a whiz at reading food labels (it isn't very hard, anyway; the real trick is doing it.)

So, Super Control-Freak Woman is now micromanaging Joey's access to food. He needs about 1400 calories a day, so about 350 calories at breakfast, 450 calories at lunch, and no more than 100 calories for a snack. He needs no more than 45g of carb at breakfast (and 30 is better), about 45g of carb at lunch, and no more than 30g of carb for a snack (15 is better). I also prefer there to be 3 servings of fruits and veggies throughout his school day, and I don't count "fruit flavored" stuff a fruit (ie, his strawberry yogurt is not a serving of fruit). I've gotten a few nice combinations that fit into these guidelines for him.

Have we succeeded?

Well, I can say that I was having roll up Joey's pants with four folds, and now he is wearing the same pants, but with only 3 folds. And that's a whole inch. So we have a taller boy, but not a rounder boy. My next project: upping his activity at home. Snatching activity into pockets of five minutes . Perhaps that is what a trampoline in the kitchen is really for?

Happy Birthday, Cousins!

The Cousins turned ten this week, so we went up to have a little birthday party with them. Cake, ice cream, playing around Uncle Lou and Aunt Nancy's yard, some presents, that sort of thing. It went very well- chalk another one into the "good day" column. Life is good.

One of the good things was not having to shadow Joey the whole day. He didn't always engage with the other boys, but Joey did manage to keep them in line-of-sight most of the time (and those other times, were mostly when he came inside and sat with me.) When he got tired, he sat under a tree with a notepad writing letters.

Dear Unclewy, Please hogable us. Love, the Couzzins and Joey and Andy.

We think the translation of that is "Dear Uncle Louie, Please hug all of us. Love the Cousins and Joey and Andy." Well, something to do with hugging, according to what we could figure out from Joey's answer to "what does this say?"

Dear Andy, I love you. I am so proud of you. I will see you lader. Love, Joey and the Couzzins.

Just a sampling. He also did some drawings, mostly of Blue and lions (not sure what the lions were all about).

Andy spent the day following his cousins around with a T-Rex puppet, roaring. They thought it was hilarious.

Gotta love the good days.

A Voice in the Darkness

As expected, about 4 o'clock this morning, Joey crept into our bed. He does this most nights, and then I end up in the recliner for the remainder of the night, because we only have a queen-size bed. We've tried a couple of times to break this nightly habit, but all such campaigns have only resulted in less sleep and still waking up with a boy in the bed.

Last night, I felt that familiar depression of a boy climbed up onto the bed, crawling across, and settling between me and JoeyAndyDad. He snuggled in, then draped his arm over me, and gave me a little squeeze.

And very, very quietly, I heard him say:

"Squishy squishy squishy."


These are the rewards of being a mom.

Update: Teacher Meetings

I met with Ms. A, but really didn't get much farther. The upshot is Joey is bored and needs to be challenged, so she is meeting with his case manager to figure out what to do.

See, special education is not set up to deal with gifted kids who have special needs. They are set up for physical disability and mental retardation. They are set up to slow down, take a slower pace to get to academic material, rather than set up new ways of communicating information and with children. The idea of a special ed gifted child is considered a contradiction in terms, a real paradox by people who have no idea what special ed- and by some folks who teach there. They are not trained to deal with a child whose challenges don't include the academics.

Joey's last teacher was a creative, dynamic lady who could deal with this sort of thing. She was a whiz at making lessons and activities fit a whole range of needs and expectations.

This lady is worried about Joey feeling "different" if she gives him different work. I can understand that problem, but the fat is, Joey is different. Maybe instead of hiding it from him, we should embrace it, and help him to embrace it. Give him the challenge. Make his school work relevant to him. Is it a different worksheet from the person next to you? Sure it is. Can you accept the challenge, Joey? How about this extra work? Or better yet, extra fun?

Right now, Ms. A is handling it by having Joey hep other students. He is therefore forced to interact with other kids (she doesn't allow him to just do their work). No wonder he's been saying he wants to be a teacher when he grows up. It's an OK idea, it gives Joey the challenge of social skills that he does need, but Joey isn't progressing in the academics. I remember being bored in school. Boredom leads to all sorts of problems- including social ones.

So we are working on it. I did make sure certain things got noted, such as the cafeteria situation being dangerous- you can't just leave my kid to flounder with a change in schedule. I don't really care that you went over the change with your other students that morning- you have to be sure Joey not only gets told what is coming, but if it is a major change, you have to guide him through it- actively. She just comes across as an OK teacher, doing an OK job, and so Joey is just doing OK with her. What can anyone expect?

In which Jenny McCarthy puts up my blood pressure

Yes, I was an idiot and watched the segment. No, I'm not linking to it. I think it is enough to quote:

"Without a doubt in my mind, I believe vaccinations triggered Evan's autism."
"When you really think about it, the reason why [the AAP, the CDC, and vaccination companies are reluctant to link autism and vaccines] is because there is such a huge business in pharmaceuticals."
"People are also dying from vaccinations. Evan, my son, died in front of me for two minutes. So you ask any mother in the autism community if we'll take the flu, the measles, over autism any frickin' day of the week. So I think they need to wake up and stop hurting our kids."

I think I'll just take this last challenge. I'm a mother in the autism community. Hi, Ms. McCarthy. Guess what?

I'll take autism any day of the week, and twice on Tuesday, over measles, mumps, rubella, pertussis, chicken pox, meningitis, hepatitis A, hepatitis B, diptheria, tetanus, typhoid, influenza, pneumonia, tuberculosis, or polio. A lot more people have died from these diseases- any one of them- than from vaccination (all of them). The number of deaths reliably traced to a reaction from a vaccine is so low, giving an honest stat is considered impossible (and folks, they think a stat of "severe adverse reaction" is 1/100,000 doses- and have no problem providing that stat.) Is it one in a million? So in the US, about 300 people a year? (Between 1990 and 1992, there was only one reported death plausibly linked to a vaccine.) Did you know that influenza alone kills about 2000 people is the US each year?

I'll take autism over the flu any frickin' day of the week, Ms. McCarthy. Know why? Because autism doesn't kill people. And my autistic child is a beautiful, wonderful, loving child. Every autistic person I have met has been a beautiful, wonderful human being- even those severely effected, who cannot talk, who have trouble responding and coping with the world around them. I'll take that living human being over a dead one any day of the week. Proper vaccination prevents death and disability. It does not cause autism.

Vaccinate your kids. Do it properly. Or keep your kid away from mine until you get them properly vaccinated. (For information about who should NOT be vaccinated, click here.)

Boy Rewards

You wanted to know how the Boy Rewards Sticker Program campaign was going, right?
To be honest, it's going OK. They didn't earn enough stickers to go to Chuck E. Cheese last month, so this month it was a bit of a relief that they were able to go. They have a lot of new rides at our Chuck E. Cheese, so it was very exciting.
They ordered the pizza themselves, sausage with extra cheese, please! Then they came to get their tokens from me, one at a time, and would run off in eager glee to find some new adventure until the pizza came.

Then they would come, take a bite of pizza, get a token, and run off in eager glee...
They played a few rounds of air hockey. They liked scoring- on themselves. They would deliberately knock the puck into their own goal and laugh hysterically.
Some of the other patrons were quite amused. I grew up with an air hockey table in my basement. I can't play pool, but I play some mean air hockey. Looks like we need to get the old table dusted off, waxed up, and blowing some air!

When they ran out of tokens, they went up into the tubes for while. We only had one sketchy moment when a small child started screaming in the tubes, and the noise was too much for Andy with all the echo. HE came down for a few minutes and ate a few extra bites of pizza.
I knew it was time to go home when I caught them doing this (remember, they were out of tokens!) This is a game that has cool graphics that make you feel like you're moving around tight corners and stuff, kind of a fake roller-coaster. They were watching the previews for the game, over and over and over and over...

So we picked out our prizes (Joey got a Chuck E. Cheese toy, Andy got a piece of candy) and went home, two happy boys, ready to start another sticker-winning month!

Equal Members

The way current special education law is written and interpreted, parents are supposed to be "equal members" in a child's IEP team. That means that a parent is expected to participate in developing a child's IEP, and their opinions are supposed to be counted as much as any other member of the team.

And the more I get into developing IEPs, and dealing with schools, and looking at regulations- especially the new regulations being written in Virginia- the more I think this is wrong.

By making a parent "just another committee member", the parent is outnumbered in every committee they walk into. When I walk into an IEP meeting, I am, at best, outnumbered 3:1 in favor of the school. Often it is more like 6:1. I've had it be as high as 8:1 (administrator, student services director, special education teacher, regular education teacher, autism coordinator/specialist, psychologist, occupational therapist, and speech therapist to me), and I haven't had any monster IEP meetings I've heard legends of. No matter how hard a parent advocates for the child, they are under the weight of school personnel consensus.

The fact is, as a parent, I am the one legally responsible for my child's education, rearing, safety, and health. At the end of the day, the year, the childhood, it is me, the parent, who must bear responsibility for the decisions of this ever-changing and often-hostile committee; and my child who bears the consequences of every failure along the way. In every meeting, my child is guaranteed only one voice in his defense and favor. Everyone else has a very basic conflict of interest- they are employed by the school, with a budget and a whole school population to consider. Only I (right now- until Joey can self-advocate) have only Joey to think about.

So why am I only just another member? Shouldn't I at the very least have 50% say? In all the complaints from schools about parents who want basically the ability to veto, I must say, damn straight I want veto power. This is my child we're talking about.

We have been fortunate this year and last year. Joey's current case manager is a person who really does care about Joey as a person, and is interested in getting him the support he needs to be successful. She considers what he needs individually, and not based on what other children in the program might or might not need. Unfortunately, we know from experience that it doesn't always work that way. What will his case manager be like when we move to the upper elementary? Will we revert to the attitude of the preschool, "we need to consider the kids with more needs- your child is too high-functioning to get support"?

No one knows Joey like I know Joey. I should think that even if this "committee of equals" must be, my voice would be the likes of Athens: a first among equals.

By Popular Demand

Boys painting up their stick puppets.


Stick puppet success!


Joey has his handy-dandy notebook.


Note to mom: you are loved.

A small note

Since school started, every Friday, I have put a little note in Joey's lunchbox. I write a new one every week, but the basics are, "Dear Joey, I love you. I hope you like your lunch. Love, Mommy." Nothing has been said about these notes, and Joey isn't saying much about school these days (hence our current string of meetings with teachers). I just put them in because it gives him something to read, I miss him, and I want him to know I am thinking about him even when he is in school. But really, I haven't given them too much thought from Joey's point of view.

I'm working today. When I work, I am shut upstairs with my computer, the laundry, and some snacks, and emerge around five o'clock. On my breaks i change the beds, flip laundry, and eat. It isn't very exciting.

I forgot to bring up my lunch and take my meds this morning, so during my break I hot-footed it down the stairs to find boys preparing for lunch. Joey has been in the habit of carrying notebooks and crayons around with him, so I didn't think much of it when he seized my grocery list pad and a pen and started writing, taking little note of me rummaging through the freezer for a bowl of something-that-needs-to-get-eaten. I was already headed up the stairs, having stolen a kiss atop his busy head, when he came running to hand me the pad, "Mom! Mom! Look what I wrote!"

I took the pad from him, and he beamed as I read it:

"Dear Mommy, I love you. I love you, too. Love, Joey."

Would it be terrible to have it framed?

Mixing colors

One of the things Joey finds comforting is color. When he first started talking and we were teaching him to answer questions, when in doubt, he named a color. It was safe, and he could show he knew something. Blue's Clues has an episode on color where they mix colors together to make other colors. It is Joey's favorite episode, bar none.

Joey has been a little depressed lately. Not his energetic, giggly self; a little more languid, a little tired, a little sad. The beginning of school is something he looks forward to, but it entails a lot of changes and new challenges. We also have a teacher than is less than stellar (or has been so far), and some separation anxiety from last year's teacher, who was way beyond stellar.

Consequently, color has been a huge theme of motor-mouthing here.

I set the boys up to paint today after school. I thought with the renewed comfort of color, it was just a good idea. (And I couldn't find my iron to do fuse beads. How does one lose an iron?) This is actually the first step of making stick puppets. We're making turkeys and ghosts this round. I set them up, and we were off to the races!

I crept out of the room, partly to get the camera, partly to give them some moments to just do their thing. I came back to Joey proudly displaying hands covered in paint and his puppets, as well as a paper he had gotten from the art supply shelf.

"Purple and red make magenta!" he said proudly, grinning from ear to ear. Sure enough, he had made magenta.

"Green and yellow make chartreuse!" he pointed proudly to his patch of chartreuse. We also did marigold, violet (blue-purple), and aquamarine. (He had his hands washed before I recovered, so sorry, no pic).

Happiest boy on earth. Score: Mom, one. Depression, zero.


On another grand development, Joey wanted a soda while we waited for the paint to dry. To do this, he had to:

1. Go to the kitchen.
2. Open the fridge.
3. Open the bottom drawer of the fridge.
4. Get his soda.
5. Close the drawer.
6. Close the fridge.

I told him these steps very carefully. It took two tries, but he managed to do it- all by himself. I guess grape soda is more motivating than I imagined.

Reading teacher: check.

Since we're non-plussed with Joey's self-contained class, we met with Joey's inclusion teacher today. We had a really nice short chat with Joey's autism resource teacher, then headed over to the inclusion room for another lovely chat.

In case you are keeping count, Joey has three classrooms, plus "specials." He starts off in the autism resource room with Mrs. Huff and Ms. Macy. Mrs. Huff is his "official" teacher (case manager). Then he spends time in the self-contained room with Mrs. A, doing things like math and Fast Forward and computer skills and some language arts and other standards-of-learning kinds of stuff. Then he spends time in an inclusion setting with Mrs. R for social studies and science. It was Mrs. R we met today. He also has library, art, music, and PE.

Mrs. R is also his reading teacher, and they started reading groups this week. She's a bit concerned that he is basically the top reader in the class. She doesn't have a lot of experience with autistic kids, and the special needs kids she had before were not her top-tier readers, but she was really ready to listen to us and discuss Joey's strengths and weaknesses and strategies to support him. She's going to some training in December with Mrs. Huff about inclusion and methods for supporting special needs kids in inclusion settings, and she seems very excited about it. Her concern with Joey being the top reader is that she is afraid he won't progress more in reading, that he needs more challenge than she can offer because there is only one other kid who is reading at his level, and she can separate them into their own little reading group. The next set of kids are substantially lower on the reading scale. No, this didn't bother us that much because we are basically using his strength (reading) to get him familiar and comfortable and help him work on weakness (social interaction in a small group). But she's a reading teacher, so she worries about the reading piece. I think there is going to be some discussion between her and Mrs. Huff about "what to do." I'll keep you posted.

We really couldn't ask for anyone with a better attitude. She's perfectly willing to dive in and rise to the challenge of being an inclusion room, and supporting her students. She noticed Joey liked to draw, so she sent home a book about drawing with us, partly to help us get him to focus on books better- maybe catch his interest.

So this lady seems like a solid link in the chain.

I have a meeting with the weak link on Wednesday. Stay tuned.

Really Full

Just a vignette from the day:

We were heading home from our meeting with Joey's teacher, and the boys took up the regularly scheduled "I'm hungry" chorus.

"I'm hungry," Joey began the festivities. He has a renewed interest in goldfish crackers, so this was followed up with, "Goldfish, please."

"I'm hungry, too," Andy chimed in. "I want food!"

"We'll have dinner in a little bit," I assured them as I stopped for a red light.

"I want lots of food," Andy explained. "My tummy gets all full. My tummy gets big. My tummy go 'Pop!' "

It was a good thing the light was red.

Wordless Wednesday: A Day at the Fair

(For Myrtle May)

Baby Signing Time

I’ve been getting a lot of emails asking me to review and endorse products here at Life With Joey. Is it so common for folks to endorse products on their blogs? I generally ignore these emails. If I want to talk about a product or service, I talk about it: TV shows we like, toys we think are helpful or fun, services that have helped Joey and Andy grow and develop. I share these with you.

So you all know we love Signing Time. If you don’t, check out some of my previous posts about our experience of Signing Time and Joey’s improved communication! I was honored and flattered to be contacted by Signing Time and asked if I would like to review Baby Signing Time 3 and 4, which will be released this October.

Why do we love Signing Time? Because it is a well-made series focused not really on signing, but on communicating. Signs are introduced to a multi-sensory approach: there is a picture of the word, the word spelled out, the sign (explained by Rachel so that the sign actually makes sense and connects to the word it represents), and then age-appropriate models using the signs with music. Not only is this a great way to teach hearing kids to sign, but it gives multiple avenues of access for different learning styles to learn words. Signing Time selects vocabulary that is also age-appropriate and pragmatic: words that kids will know and use. The episodes then group these signs so that they connect together and help kids remember them. The episodes provide plenty of signs, so even a single episode can get you moving on your way to communication.

The screening DVD included Episode 3 (A New Day) and Episode 4 (Let’s Be Friends.) It also included an interview about a child who learned to read as a baby, emphasizing the multi-faceted approach to the signs mentioned above. I wasn't much into the interview, it was kind of preaching to the choir, and though it mentioned not all babies will learn to read with Signing Time, just having the interview included implied this. It needed to be presented differently so it looked less like an ad, and more like a "wow, isn't this a really awesome child!" Maybe label it something about "Meet the kids of Signing Time!" or "Welcome to our community!" or something like that.

Although I know and love the regular Signing Time series, this was my first experience with Baby Signing Time.

Baby Signing Time is geared to infants and young toddlers, through about age two. If you have a three-year-old, then you might want to just jump right into the first episodes of the first Signing Time Series. If you have a child in elementary school, add Series Two as well. For middle schoolers, I’d start right in on Series Two, which is a little more connected and progressive than Series One.

Episode 3 (A New Day) was mostly introducing signs connected with the outdoors: weather, things you would see outside, bugs, useful signs for outside like stop, go, wait, and again, and night sky words.



The songs were simple, age-appropriate, and most importantly, not irritating to me as an adult. This is also part of the charm of the series- it includes music you can use to practice signs and play in your car without going nuts, because the songs don’t talk down to the children. The songs and modeling of the signs made the signs relevant to young children, which will hold their interest. Seeing Rachel in bug headgear is worth the price of admission. At the end, parents get a treat with the song Little Hands.

Episode 4 (Let’s Be Friends) provides a wide range of general-communication signs, relevant to young children at play: signs about friends, opposites, feelings, toys, and foods.



The episode is upbeat and stresses positives, even when introducing signs such as “sad” and “cry” (the song talks about the fact that feelings aren’t good or bad; they are just how you feel!) Again, the episode is a string of simple, listenable songs geared to very young children. The parent treat song at the end is Show Me A Sign.

The episodes use a few strategies that worked with my kids when they were very young to hold interest and keep the boys focused. First, Rachel exaggerates her facial expressions more than in the regular Signing Time videos. For young children learning to read other people’s emotions, this is really helpful. Another good technical point as the use of bright, bold backgrounds behind the models before switching to natural settings. These bright backgrounds attracted my kids when they were very little, and I think it makes the models and signs easier for young children to see. Another really great thing al the Signing Time videos do is to use age-appropriate models, but also some models slightly older than the target audience. Baby Signing Time uses infants, toddlers, and preschoolers of diverse backgrounds and abilities to show the signs in action. Disabled children are included. Perfect signing isn’t the point; showing a variety of children signing gives young children confidence in using their hands to communicate (even when their motor skills might be sketchy).

Do I think Signing Time and Baby Signing Time are good investments? Let’s just say, I’m saving up my money to get Series Two for my guys for Christmas, and I'll be getting Baby Signing Time for several families with new additions.

Getting children access to communication early, especially if there appears to be communications issues, is something I think vital to early intervention programs, and Baby Signing Time is an excellent tool for teaching communication skills to young children. Allowing a child to communicate can make a huge difference in their ability to function without frustration. Do we believe in using sign? Yes, we do. For Joey, it has made all the difference in the world.



Visit the folks at Signing Time:
www.signingtime.com
www.babysigningtime.com

The websites a worth a look: message boards, Rachel’s blog, and of course, products to help your child learn to communicate!

Finding One's Calling

So we were sitting around the kitchen table, having dinner, and taking advantage of a sudden increase in words from both little guys. They wanted to chatter, so we set to modeling dinner-table conversation with questions and answers. What did you do in school today? Did you start your reading group? What did you make today?

We rounded out to more abstract questions, like, "what would you like to do tomorrow?" and "why do you like the color blue?" We finally came to that ever-popular, "what do you want to be when you grow up?"

We explained that Mommy is a teacher, and Daddy is a businessman, and then put it to the boys: what do you want to do when you get older? When you are grown-up like Mommy and Daddy?

Joey wanted to be a teacher. We then asked about some other jobs- did he want to be a chef? Cook for people? No. Perhaps a doctor and help sick people? Or a veterinarian and work with animals? No. A teacher.

Then Andy piped up, "I want to be a dinosaur!"

Well, that child knows his calling.

A Day at The Fair

We had a lovely day at the fair. Last year this week, we had been sick as the proverbial dogs after our beach vacation*; but this year, despite my own headcold, we were determined. Joey went to his swimming lesson (he just loves them!) and then we were off to St. Mary’s.

The main attraction for the guys this year was the pigs, followed closely by the sheep. They could have looked at pigs and sheep all afternoon. We also looked at the chickens, the turkeys (the boys still don’t like turkeys), the rabbits (fuzzy!), the goats, the Clydesdales, and the alpacas. We zipped through the 4-H building looking at the veggies, but the boys weren’t really into that this year. I think if we had taken them through the ag building with the pumpkins, we would have had better luck. Anyway, we had some lunch, then off to the rides (light lunch- didn’t know what was ahead of us.)

They had some pretty new rides this year, which was nice. One of them was a dragon roller-coaster that the boys hopped on and were very, very happy “driving the dragon.” Then it was time for Joey to pick a big-boy ride.

He picked the Hurricane.

Note to self: before putting your six-year-old on a big ride, watch the ride in its entirety.

It started fine, going around in a circle. Then it sped up and the cars started to lift, and Joey wasn’t happy about that.

Then it did its thing. Oh. My. God. The arms went up and down while you were in the car sideways, and spinning around. He actually liked that part, but then it slowed down to ta spin and down again, and I think his tummy was a bit off. Talking later to other folks with kids on the ride, apparently a lot of crummies in tummies from that ride. Yikers.

We went on a few more, slower rides, and the dragon again, and then did some moon bouncing. By the time they got out of the moonbounce, they were both ready to fall over. That’s a good day.

So we ran through one of the commercial buildings looking for pens from our presidential candidates- and they weren’t giving out pens. In fact, only one place in the whole building had pens. That sucks. But we got our one pen and let the tummies calm down, got some ice cream, and headed home.

I won’t say there were no rocky moments in our trip, but what trip with kids has no rocky moments? They were few, brief, and the boys had a fabulous time. It’s nice to have an A+ trip now and again.

Happy Autumn Equinox!

*There was a LOT going on this week last year. But the reason we skipped the fair was we all had colds.