With the kids home for the week and my folks here I almost forgot what day it is so before I go to bed, today I am thankful for/that: Isaiah properly pronounced the word "fish." Usually when he says it the entire word sounds like the /CH/ sound in Chanukah. He was a bit bemused by how excited we were at his utterance of the word. Sophia looking out an upstairs window to see if spring was here yet. Ethan had a nice conversation with the nurse who gave him his new cast on Monday. She asked him good questions (very few yes or no questions), waited for his answers, and was able to pick up on his soft replies. The grimy bright orange cast is gone, replaced by a so far not as grimy red cast.The orange cast was a bit rough on the eye. I saw Isaiah drag Ethan into his (Isaiah's) room so they could continue playing together. Isaiah still likes his quiet time away from his rowdy brother and sister but he's starting to enjoy their company in a more typical fashion complete with figh…
I've been inspired by Obama's speech in Texas tonight. I've been inspired to make up a new drinking game. Every time Obama, or any other candidate, mentions the words change, hope, or the phrase "yes we can" take a swig of your favourite beverage. See how long it takes you to pass out/run for the potty.
The following has been making the rounds among autism bloggers. The American Academy of Pediatrics is looking for parent spokespersons to present a different face of autism to what we usually get in the media. I thought I'd do my part and pass it along as well. It doesn't really need much comment from me. Plenty of folk on the Autism Hub have provided commentary already. Here are just three of the many:
Well now, today I am thankful for/that: Ethan ended up at our family doctor's office sooner than was recommended by the ER docs. He sent us to an orthopedist who had Ethan's arm in a cast in about an hour. Ethan seems to be handling is first (and hopefully only) broken bone quite well. We have to keep dodging his cast though. He doesn't seem to realise that that thing really hurts when it makes sudden contact with unsuspecting body parts. Isaiah wasn't the one who fell off the jungle gym and broke his elbow. Ethan was just upset by the whole process. Isaiah would have been terrified. Modern medicine. There's been at least one person sick in the house since the beginning of December and we would have all been up a creek without the wonders of modern medicine to diagnose, treat, and/or cure our symptoms. Spring time. Sophia has been asking lately when it will be coming. All I can tell her is that it will come eventually. Central heating. I shudder to think of the time when…
Rough week but I'm thankful for/that: While the house is a complete mess it is not a pile of kindling. Despite various doctor and ER visits we are all alive and more or less in one piece. I saw Isaiah walk down the hallway at school without holding a grownup's hand and without running off in the wrong direction. Sophia: Mommy I have to get my bear. Me: Where is your bear? Sophia: In my safety violation pile. Still loving that hot water bottle. What are you thankful for?
From Wrong Planet.net: 1. Autism is not new. Any problem parents of autistic children have now others have dealt with them in the past. This means you can use what others have learned about autism to help you. You don't have to reinvent the wheel.
2. Autistic people contribute to their communities in many ways, no matter what constellation of obvious abilities and disabilities they demonstrate. Autistic people are valuable as they are. They don't have value only if they can be transformed into less obviously autistic people.
3. The very wiring of an autistic brain means that the autistic person is likely to have significant and unusual abilities. Those abilities won't always be make us employable, but autistics usually have excellent memories for facts accompanied by a drive to collect them. These abilities shouldn't be seen as disabilities or freakish "splinter skills" just because they are less common among non-aut…
Super Tuesday is finally here. For months now the country has been atwitter over the historic convergence of Hillary Clinton's and Barack Obama's presidential campaigns. Everyone wants to know, will Americans vote for a woman for President? Will they vote for a black man? I've heard/read umpteen news stories about how black women are conflicted over which one they should vote for. Then there are the news stories where someone will emphatically declare that they will vote for Hillary because she's a woman or vote for Barack because he's black.
This leads me to one question. If it is unacceptable to refuse to vote for someone because of their race or gender why is it acceptable to vote for them because of their race or gender?
Details may follow after a good night's sleep but for now, I suppose I should be thankful that we have yet to show up at the ER with one of those problems that gets you seen right away. It was Ethan this time and he spent about six and a half hours there today. He was ready to go home after the first two hours. Anyone who tried to talk to him was firmly told that he wanted to go home. By the end hubby and I were exhausted. Ethan was quite happy to go back to quoting from The Incredibles (which he got to see twice over the weekend and was still very excited about) once it was clear that he was actually leaving the ER, Isaiah had flashbacks of his visit and wouldn't let anyone in scrubs anywhere near him, and Sophia thought is was all a great adventure. Her voice echoed through the halls as she carried on her sometimes one-sided conversations with the rest of us. I think I'm shell shocked.
The blogosphere is abuzz with the news of the recent bombings in Baghdad targeting a pet market full of children who had the day off from school. The fact that children were the target is not what has people up in arms. We've grown all too familiar with that terrorist tactic. What has everyone aghast is the possibility that the female bombers were mentally disabled and unaware that their lives would be sacrificed for the terrorist cause.
We went on a family visit to the family doctor today (the boys had a snow day so they got to come along). Turns out that I've very likely got strep throat courtesy of Isaiah and the adventures leading up to his ER trip. Doc took a throat culture just to be sure. In any case I'm quite miserable with headaches, neck aches, and congestion. I can't believe Isaiah went through all of this without any fussing! My poor baby, that kid is a rock.
Doc told me that I shouldn't be taking ibuprofen during my pregnancy. That was a real blow since it was the only thing that would take care of the aches and pains. Tylenol is soooooo not cutting it! My head feels like it's going to fall off. I can't stop thinking of how miserable Isaiah must have felt before we figured out what was wrong with him. (Of course he really didn't appreciate any of his visits to the doctor or the trip to the ER or the saline I used to wash out his nose.)