I went to fill a prescription this evening for my sinus infection. After doing the paperwork, the pharmacy tech (who I don't know) grabbed the pharmacist (who I do know) to advise me. The pharmacist said "It's a new one??" and looked really surprised. I laughed and said yes, I do occasionally get new prescriptions.
I guess that's what happens when A) you fill half-dozen maintenance prescriptions a month for various members of the family, and B) you usually come in with great big dog in a service vest, so that EVERYONE remembers you.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Miracle League
Saturday, Middle Son had his first Miracle League baseball game of the season. Miracle League sets up baseball games for kids with disabilities. It's like T-ball in some ways. Every kid gets to bat every inning. There are no outs. Everyone gets to home base. Usually when the batter gets a hit the pitcher tosses another half-dozen balls into the field so that all the fielders who are interested have a ball to chase after.
Middle didn't play last year, but he played the two previous years. This year, I got him into the uniform shirt and found him a buddy to warm up with. We brought Willow along, but I didn't strap her to his waist because I didn't intend to send her out onto the field with him.
He went out onto the field for a while, then wandered off. I steered him back toward the field. He didn't want to go back. He DID want to hold Willow's leash. That's the first time I've ever seen him want Willow when he didn't have her. He often seems resigned to having her strapped to his waist, rather than eager to have her.
It was actually kind of exciting to see him wanted her in a relatively unfamiliar/stressful situation. Perhaps the bond there is stronger than I had realized.
Middle didn't play last year, but he played the two previous years. This year, I got him into the uniform shirt and found him a buddy to warm up with. We brought Willow along, but I didn't strap her to his waist because I didn't intend to send her out onto the field with him.
He went out onto the field for a while, then wandered off. I steered him back toward the field. He didn't want to go back. He DID want to hold Willow's leash. That's the first time I've ever seen him want Willow when he didn't have her. He often seems resigned to having her strapped to his waist, rather than eager to have her.
It was actually kind of exciting to see him wanted her in a relatively unfamiliar/stressful situation. Perhaps the bond there is stronger than I had realized.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
New Toilet, Same Mess
The bathroom restoration continues. A couple of days ago a new toilet was installed in the master bathroom.
Tonight, I found Middle Son in there, shredding toilet paper. Some of it went into the tank. It was mostly Scott Tissue, which according to the plumber dissolves better than most other brands of toilet paper.
I dearly hope that this toilet will continue to work correctly. The tank is all duct-taped shut now.
Tonight, I found Middle Son in there, shredding toilet paper. Some of it went into the tank. It was mostly Scott Tissue, which according to the plumber dissolves better than most other brands of toilet paper.
I dearly hope that this toilet will continue to work correctly. The tank is all duct-taped shut now.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
More Games
Tonight, we had Oldest Son, Youngest Son, and Younger Daughter all playing Super Smash Brothers together. Very sweet.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Video Games
Oldest Son was sitting looking bored. So was Younger Daughter.
I asked Oldest what he wanted to do. He didn't have any ideas. I said "I bet Younger would play Mario Cart with you." After a little conversation, they settled on Super Smash Brothers Brawl.
I asked Oldest what he wanted to do. He didn't have any ideas. I said "I bet Younger would play Mario Cart with you." After a little conversation, they settled on Super Smash Brothers Brawl.
Monday, April 22, 2013
School
I had a fairly long conversation this evening with Oldest Son about school and homework. He's struggling to implement the plan that we discussed before spring break. It appears to me that the teachers aren't all doing what they are supposed to do.
I told him that I want to start visiting the school. He REALLY didn't like that idea. He said that he didn't think it would help. I explained to him my reasons for believing that it would help. When Oldest was having a lot of trouble at the end of sixth grade, we were able to get the district to pay for him to go to a private school for a year, and specifically for the school that we thought was the best choice. At the IEP team meeting, the basically asked us what we wanted, and said "Ok." I remember MomC being really surprised that we got what we wanted. I wasn't surprised. I'd been to the school to talk with the principal or the teachers at least a dozen times that year. I had supported the things they were doing with Oldest and Middle Son. I'd even brought some of my own dishware in for them to use with Middle. That gives you tremendous credibility, and serves notice that you are paying close attention to what is going on.
A year later when the sign language teacher stopped coming to Middle's school, there was a similar chain of events. The previous year I had been going to the school once a week to take part in the sign language lesson. The sign language teacher was THRILLED to have a parent coming. When the new year started I asked when the sign teacher would be there so I could arrange my schedule. The said she wasn't coming to Middle's school any more. I asked why. They said she was only going to the new "center" schools. I asked why Middle was no longer receiving the services he had been receiving the previous year (which is the thin wedge for a discussion of whether or not the district is obeying the law). Lo and behold, the sign language teacher started coming to Middle's school again. The principal later told me that Middle's school was the only one she returned to. Left me wondering if any of the other parents understand how to play this game.
I was very pleased to see that after I laid out my evidence, Oldest did not continue to argue that it wouldn't help for me to come to the school. That's one of the nice things about having a teenager with Aspergers. They are more amenable to reason than typical teenagers.
Then we moved on to the next point--he doesn't want me to be seen in the classroom. He said that while that might help him academically, it would be damaging to him socially. I agreed with him that this is a legitimate concern. We discussed some possibilities. I agreed to try and find a time when I could visit that he wouldn't be in the room, and preferably when the teacher wouldn't have any students in the classroom. I told him I wasn't sure what would be possible, but I would try and work something out.
I told him that I want to start visiting the school. He REALLY didn't like that idea. He said that he didn't think it would help. I explained to him my reasons for believing that it would help. When Oldest was having a lot of trouble at the end of sixth grade, we were able to get the district to pay for him to go to a private school for a year, and specifically for the school that we thought was the best choice. At the IEP team meeting, the basically asked us what we wanted, and said "Ok." I remember MomC being really surprised that we got what we wanted. I wasn't surprised. I'd been to the school to talk with the principal or the teachers at least a dozen times that year. I had supported the things they were doing with Oldest and Middle Son. I'd even brought some of my own dishware in for them to use with Middle. That gives you tremendous credibility, and serves notice that you are paying close attention to what is going on.
A year later when the sign language teacher stopped coming to Middle's school, there was a similar chain of events. The previous year I had been going to the school once a week to take part in the sign language lesson. The sign language teacher was THRILLED to have a parent coming. When the new year started I asked when the sign teacher would be there so I could arrange my schedule. The said she wasn't coming to Middle's school any more. I asked why. They said she was only going to the new "center" schools. I asked why Middle was no longer receiving the services he had been receiving the previous year (which is the thin wedge for a discussion of whether or not the district is obeying the law). Lo and behold, the sign language teacher started coming to Middle's school again. The principal later told me that Middle's school was the only one she returned to. Left me wondering if any of the other parents understand how to play this game.
I was very pleased to see that after I laid out my evidence, Oldest did not continue to argue that it wouldn't help for me to come to the school. That's one of the nice things about having a teenager with Aspergers. They are more amenable to reason than typical teenagers.
Then we moved on to the next point--he doesn't want me to be seen in the classroom. He said that while that might help him academically, it would be damaging to him socially. I agreed with him that this is a legitimate concern. We discussed some possibilities. I agreed to try and find a time when I could visit that he wouldn't be in the room, and preferably when the teacher wouldn't have any students in the classroom. I told him I wasn't sure what would be possible, but I would try and work something out.
Scalped
When I got home tonight and saw Middle Son's haircut, I felt bad. It does not look good. Very patchy, with some significant bald spots. I hope as it grows in it will look better.
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