Memories… Times two!

I was reading with Miss 8 tonight before my weekly violin teaching. She’d read her school reader earlier this afternoon, so we’d pulled out a book that I’d read when *I* was learning to read, a few decades ago. “The Hermit’s Purple Shirts”. I liked it, and so does Miss 8.
It was strange, to be listening to her read I book I’d read, so many years ago. The memories of then, combining with the memories that were created tonight… So precious.
Here’s hoping that you also had a great day, dear readers!
— Ceridwyn

Things I learned in BatteryWorld

As most of my readers would know by now, I’m a mum with three young children. And as the type of person who always thinks long-term – well, when my eldest was just a few months old, I decided to go down the “rechargeable battery” journey.
So I splurged on a good quality recharger and a number of packets of green ‘Varta’ batteries, AA and AAA size.
Fast forward several years, and I’m still buying packets of rechargeable batteries whenever I see them on special while grocery shopping. I use them for everything; and now that we’ve finally joined the ranks of being Wii owners, we’re using batteries more than ever! Which is fine.
I was pretty stoked last week. I scored not one but two packets of 4 AA batteries (silver cases, not the green ones which I prefer) for only $4 each! I was a little bummed though, that when I got home and tried charging them, they wouldn’t charge. Hence my trip to BatteryWorld this week. And this is what I learned:
Varta batteries are made in both Germany and Malaysia. BatteryWorld don’t stock them anymore, because they couldn’t get the German-made ones.
The AA batteries I had bought last week should have held about a 1.2 charge. They were holding a charge of around 0.6 – which is pretty crappy, really. No wonder they weren’t charging!
I told the guy at the counter that when I charged a newly bought, silver cased Varta battery with one of my older, green cased Varta ones, they’d charge. When I tried charging two of the silver ones together, they wouldn’t.
His advice:
– charge batteries that you buy together, together. Don’t mix and match battery charging; as in, don’t charge batteries that you bought at different times, together, because they’ll have been manufactured in different places with different metals. They’ll have different levels of charge.
– When you charge batteries, they’ll both only charge to the lowest level of charge. So if you charge a good battery with a dud one, the good battery will only be charged to the level of the dud one. You weaken the good battery; and it’s very very very difficult to get the charge up again.

I also bought a new brand of batteries, on his recommendation. Eneloop. Write it down. Because not only were they bright, sparkly and multi-coloured (yes, I’m writing this with my tongue in my cheek here) but their 8 pack of AA batteries also had the BEST packaging I’ve ever seen on batteries (and no, I’m not being silly now – as as marketer, I was impressed with how customer-friendly their product packaging was) but what had me over-the-top impressed was the 2 D-size batteries I also tried to buy.

Because I didn’t end up buying D batteries. Instead, I bought D cases. Which fit AA-sized batteries.

Yes – that’s right. How incredibly AMAZING is this idea! You buy a D sized case, and slot a AA battery inside! When it runs out, just click it out and put a new AA sized battery in. How AWESOME!!!!!

So. I’m sold. Just thought I’d let you know!

 

Have a great day, dear readers!!!

— Ceridwyn

Happiness is…

I am so truly, incredibly, utterly blessed. I’ve scored a job working in the same school where my daughters go. I get to teach them both Music. I get to look through the windows of their classrooms as I walk around the school. I get to see them at break times, while they’re eating; while they’re playing with their friends. I get to liaise with their teachers about the day-to-day things. And they get to see me as a teacher, which in some respects is a more confortable skin for me than the ‘mother’ skin is.

It’s pretty darn cool, let me tell you!!!

Happy birthday, little bro!

On this day, back in 1976, my little brother was born. He was a pretty cool little brother – I remember playing with him heaps when we were children.

Now, he lives in London. I last clapped eyes on him when Miss 8 was about 8 months old. He’s only ever seen Miss 5 & Mr 3 in photos & over Skype.

But he’s coming back to Aus this year. WOOT!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOO can’t wait!!!!!

Until then, Happy Birthday, bro. You’re the best!!! 😀 😀 😀

A rainbow *sob*

Yesterday was a memorable day. My pretty much non-verbal, autistic, Mr 3 blew me away.

“Mummy? When [it] raining… when it stop… [we see] rainbow. Okay?”

Precious words from the gorgeous lips of my (no longer non-verbal!) little man!!! It was lunchtime, and he was busy munching on his favourite sandwich – sprinkles – and we were listening to the pelting of the rain on our tin roof. And he just started talking, right out of the blue (well, grey, actually, if that phrase is referring to ‘sky’ LOL). He’d obviously been thinking about when the rain would stop (although for most of the day, it just poured and poured and poured; the type of rain that you think will never ever end) and he verbalised what he’d been thinking about.

What a tear-jerker moment!!!

And what made it more special? Posting about it on Facebook and getting SO many supportive comments and ‘Likes’ from online friends. It was just SO incredible to be able to share it with those who know me, and know Mr 3 & our situation, and to see that they were as touched as I was by it. One comment especially made me think. Katherine Howard, I’m looking at you! She mentioned that it was “a lovely observation to verbalise” – and I couldn’t agree more! The idea of the ‘rainbow’. The beauty, after all the miserable-non-stop-rain; the happiness after the perpetual dreariness; even the promise of hope from the original Noah-and-the-Ark Bible story . It perfectly mirrored what had just happened. My little man, talking, after so many months of not. So unbelievably precious!

Wow. Just wow! It was a special, special day. 😀

Thanks for letting me share that with you, too, dear readers – and have yourselves some incredible days today, too! 😀

App review: Proloquo2Go

Late last year, I purchased the App “Proloquo2Go”, on the recommendation of Mr 3’s Speech Therapist. It was expensive. But worth it!

It’s programmable, so you can make words (buttons) and phrases and sentences, categorise them according to high-interest activities (we have one folder for Playstation games and a separate one for Wii games, and then folders for breakfast, lunch, etc etc) and if the photo to accompany the word isn’t already in the App’s library, you can take a photo of the concept, and use that.

One downfall is that you can’t program your own voice – but that’s a pretty minor disadvantage, compared to all the positives.

Worth the $200? To hear my autistic boy move from being non-verbal to verbal?!

YES!!!!!

Sleeping in

Hubby likes to sleep in. Fair enough – he has an extremely intense job, and he needs his recovery time.

I’m an early bird. I’ve never really enjoyed staying in bed when I could be up and doing stuff. (I go to bed late too, but that’s probably an insomnia thing…) I’m always up and about by 6. Often by 5.30 – and regularly, much earlier.

Our kids seem  to follow my ‘early rising’ habits, which Hubby doesn’t particularly appreciate. But it was funny, the conversation the other morning.

Hubby: “You slept in until after 6.30 this morning, [Miss 8]. Well done!”

Miss 8: “Yes, I’m learning. I like sleeping in! I try to sleep in until 7 o’clock on weekdays, but Mummy won’t let me!”

(It was at this point that I choked on my toast. I laughed, hard, for a long time. We have to leave for school before 7.30 if we’re going to get there on time – and getting them ready by 7.30 only happens when they all are out of bed by 6am.)

It was really a very very very funny moment!

Special books

It being birthday week this week, it’s also Special Book week. It’s the week that I remember to write to my daughters in their Special Books.
The ‘Special Books’ idea was one I came across when I was pregnant with Miss almost-8. I was talking with a colleague at work, and she had mentioned that one of her friends had done it. Bought a Special Book, a blank journal, and had used it to write a love letter to her child. From even before birth, then after, special occasions, birthdays, Christmases, and other milestones, were all recorded in the Special Book, along with the mother’s feelings of pride at that moment. Every special occasion up until the child’s 15th birthday, when the Special Book was presented to the child.
I loved the idea, so I’ve done it too. I have three Special Books, one for each child. And this week, in spite of the busy-ness of life, I wrote to Miss 5 last night, and am determined to write to Miss almost-8 when she turns 8 on Sunday!

Three special love letter journals for three extra-special cherubs! (Edit: sorry about the upside-down photo; I’ve only just noticed! My iPhone does that sometimes. Not entirely sure why. Feel free to enlighten me, if you know!)

Unexpected changes…

Today is Hubby’s birthday, as I blogged yesterday. So I fully expected to be writing about this today. But that was before I was channel-surfing last night, and stumbled across Louis Theroux’s latest episode in his “Extreme Love” series on ABC3. It was on autism, and the ‘extreme love’ that parents (and to a small extent, teachers and siblings) have for their autistic loved ones. I watched for maybe 15 seconds, and was hooked. I honestly couldn’t tear my eyes away – and often those eyes were pretty misty if not tear-filled.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with Louis Theroux, he’s a British TV presenter who creates documentaries on different subjects. I’ve never watched him before, although I’ve been aware of his shows. But this one was riveting. Perhaps because of the subject, and regular readers of this blog will know that my youngest, Mr 3, was diagnosed with autism almost a year ago now – but probably because the autistic children shown were really quite different from my son in many ways, but in just as many ways, were just so eerily similar.

Theroux’s show took viewers’ into the lives of 4 different families. The eldest autistic ‘child’, Nicky, was 19 and “graduating” from a special school for autistic children into what seemed like a more mainstream High School. There was another teenager who was unable to be controlled by his mum, who lived in a group home during the week. There was ‘Joey’, a boy on the brink of puberty, who would have such ‘tantrums’ that his parents (and teachers) would physically restrain him, by lying him on the floor and lying fully on top of him, and then the final family were boy and girl twins aged around 8. They focused more on the boy, Marcelo, rather than the girl, due to his ‘behaviours’ – inability to cope with getting a haircut or being told “no”, and so on, whereas she would just be ‘quiet’ and absorb herself in individual ‘play’.

My little boy is so different from these children. Yes, he’s younger. He’s starting to be verbal. Slowly, but he’s starting, which is awesome. He’s the third child behind two very sociable girls, who have interacted with him constantly since day 1 and so he is also, for an autistic child, extremely sociable and can cope with being touched and held (some autistic children can’t cope with this). He has his ‘tantrums’ however they have decreased since his diagnosis – possibly another flow-on effect from his weekly speech therapy sessions and the fact that he tries harder to communicate / gets less frustrated. He will, however, hit himself (generally his knees) and scream like a banshee . In fact, this is often what alerts people to the fact that he is not the ‘normal’ kid – because in most other areas, he’s not particularly different to any other 3 almost 4 year old. So what that he’s still in nappies, and shows pretty much zero interest in moving out of them. So he doesn’t talk back if you talk to him – but then again, lots of other kids his age don’t. It’s not that he’s “ignoring” – he just doesn’t talk!

But he’s also more similar to those children then you’d first think. I can see him going to a mainstream school. I can also see him (once he’s verbal, that is!) not understanding that it’s not okay to threaten other children who bully him, just as Nicky did. In the show last night, Nicky had said to another boy “if you don’t stop, I’ll stab you”. And even when it was explained to him that saying such things was the wrong thing to do, I could see that he still didn’t “get it”. Maybe that’s the teacher in me coming out, and recognising when I see that ‘lightbulb’ moment in my own son. I didn’t see that in Nicky last night. But then again, I didn’t really see them explaining WHY it was the wrong thing to do (admittedly, they did say ‘you’ll be put into jail’ but I perhaps would have explained that it was to do with “the law, which applies to everyone – you, me, our neighbour, your teacher – if ANYONE says those words, they’ll be put into jail”) nor did I see them explain, and practise, strategies for him to use when he’s in that situation again. Strategies to calm him down, words and phrases to say, and what to do next. Again, maybe that’s the teacher in me coming out. But I want my son to be as prepared as possible for all the things that he might / will face out there  in that big bad world, and so this has reinforced to me that I need to be proactively teaching him these thinking patterns, these behaviours, these words and phrases, before he ever has need of them, so that they become ingrained.

The reason being, I can see SO clearly exactly the point of view that Nicky was coming from. He’s autistic. Highly literal. He could feel how much being bullied was hurting him (like stabbing him in the heart) and so, in his mind, it’s fair and just to warn his bullier that he would do likewise. Just with an instrument, rather than with words, because for him that’s easier. And it’s NOT that he hates his bullier, or even that he wants to hurt him, but that he sees that it’s fair, and even, and equal, to give back to his bullier what’s been given to him. I completely understand that. Likewise I completely understand his frustration and utter confusion when he is told “you can’t do that” – and yet he sees his bullier NOT being told these things. He see that as inequality (which, of course, it is) and in his brain, that doesn’t compute. I guess, my background has brought me up to see others’ viewpoints, puzzle out how THEY are thinking, and what they’re thinking, and then scaffold the information that they need so that they can arrive at an understanding of the situation. Again, I would have explained to Nicky that his bullier WAS doing the wrong thing, and that Nicky did absolutely the right thing by telling the teacher first, and that the bullier would also be spoken too, and be disciplined for doing the wrong thing. Then, and only then, would I help Nicky to look at the whole ‘threat’ concept – why he made it, how his emotions were fine, but the way he handled them needed to be more appropriate, in what he said. Interestingly enough, it came out later that Nicky was non-verbal until about 6. When he learned that, he said, “Pity. It [my mouth] has gotten me into a lot of trouble since [I’ve learned to talk]”. How sad!!! I hope that my little man NEVER feels that way.

Mr 3 is also like the boy in the group home, in that he has no desire to control actions that could easily become “addictions”. In the show last night, that boy was addicted to food. My little man, I have a feeling that it could be gaming. And again, that’s something that I need to be aware of, and be teaching him that moderation is ALWAYS a good thing!!!

With Joey, the boy on the point of puberty, I could see my boy’s tantrums. Sadder yet, I could see that the strategy the parents (and then the teachers) had adopted for dealing with his tantrums was never going to be a long-term one. And although I’m trying my hardest to pass no judgement on what strategies they had chosen to implement with their child, I was pleased that by the end of the show, they’d adopted a different one. They’d changed it to ‘place him in his room, close the door and walk away’. Which I feel would be far more productive – and, (depending on the severity of the tantrum) is what I do with my own child! I also found it thought-provoking that Joey was asked to apologise for his tantrum, once he had calmed down. I don’t know if that would necessarily be achieving what they had hoped for. I can see where they’re coming from – and in fact, this is something I *may* consider doing with my own little boy when he is much older and more cognizant of his own ability to control himself, his behaviour, and his speech, but until that point, I can’t see how getting him to acknowledge he had done the wrong thing, would benefit the child. And prayerfully, by the time my own little man *is* this cognizant, I actually anticipate that he won’t be tantruming any more, anyway…

And finally, the twins. The girl, when spoken to, didn’t acknowledge the speaker. Perhaps that was her normal behavior, perhaps that was the cameras. My little boy will acknowledge you – most of the time. Then she went and ‘played by herself’ (sat on a swing for hours). Yep. My boy will entertain himself for absolutely ages. The boy, Marcelo, was good with letters, spelling out his name using alphabetised playing cards. My boy is good with numbers. Letters will come later, I’m sure. they also showed Marcelo having a tantrum at the hairdressers. Yep – this one is DEFINITELY my boy!!! He’s a shocker. And so we need to take him to get his hair cut, on a far more regular basis, to familiarise himself with the routine.

So. A longwinded blog today, dear reader. Not what I was expecting to write, but I feel as though I’ve explored some of the inner workings of my own mind here… and that’s always good. I love my boy. I love that I can kiss him and cuddle him. I love that he will happily copy my words – even when I say “I love you Mummy” (he’s even said it spontaneously, once!). I love that he will happily play – and copy – his big sisters. I love that his chortle never fails to make me laugh. I love that he’s a happy boy. I love that he’s growing more confident with initiating speech. And “would I take his autism away” – like most of the parents said last night? For me? I just don’t know. That’s too hard of a question to answer.

Thanks for reading this, dear friends. Hopefully tomorrow’s post will be a lot less ‘heavy’!

Birthday week

It’s Sunday the 13th of January. Which means that tomorrow is the start of birthday week.
There are 5 in my immediate family. Hubby & me, our two daughters, and our son. Hubby and both of our daughters all celebrate their birthdays in this coming week.
Hubby’s birthday is the 14th. He turns 41. Miss 4 turns into Miss 5 the following day. Then, on the 20th, Miss 7 becomes Miss 8.
It’s going to be a big week…