Wednesday, June 27, 2012

A fishing trip and a tiny little turd

I enjoy this summer. Even though I am still working every day and will not get any vacation until the beginning of august. It does not matter.
Sturla is so lively and funny I feel I am getting to know him again...he used to be like this only now his language is better now.
I got all my boys out of the house just now. I asked them to go and fish some fish into a bucket and handed them nets on a stick or whatever it is called...I wanted a break to drink my coffee do do some laundry or whatever make some phonecalls...just a break.
They started arguing Sturla got sulky and cross Dabbi refused to participate and do his share and I got pissed.
They came back before the fishing trip started.
I started telling them off ( his older brothers) Sturla cried. DUHH
Those who cannot play outside and do various fun things can not be on the computer playing their favorite games was my respnse and then I left them alone. To do some thinking.
They love the computer all of them and we need strict rules or they will spent the summer inside in front of the screen. That is not my idea of summer.
Sturla came to me and pointed out to me that he was crying.
Yes, I acknowledged and went about my business.
A very unsympathetic cold mother.
Few minutes later he got the bucket and the nets and said I am going fishing.
Go and ask Eiki to come with you I told him.
Hey Eiki do you want to go fishing?
And then Jöri came (he really likes his time for his favorite game)
And Dabbi...and they all went
... and now it is raining and I feel guilty.
Not really enjoying my coffee.

We have been practising impossible commands...
I say... hey... Sturla walk through that wall.
His reply: No I can not.
Why I ask?
Because it is thick or made of stone or something along those lines.

We have also been talking about pee and shit and such disgusting stuff get the idea.
Sturla got a good one or so he thought.
He brought me a tiny turd he made all by himself and asked me to eat it. expecting me to go through the practised recital...
No I can not
because it is disgusting

Instead he got a very thorough hand washing

He is getting ideas now and too many of them are pretty wild.
Does the cat fly? OOpps
Do we drink pee? NOOOO
I think I need to settle him better into reality ...only fantasy is more fun.
I totally get that.
His favorite game these days is to ask impossible questions and answer yes and then ask true questions and answer no.
And of course laugh hysterically.

Here they come soaking wet and so happy with one tiny little fish.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Summer plans

Finally there is summer.
No more lunch boxes, no early rising. Getting too school on time is done with for a while.
It is just me and the husband who have to be anywhere on time.
No more search for matching socks.
It does not matter when we go to sleep there is no night anymore.

The boys run around in shorts and I shiver just looking at them. They play outside with water pistols and do not mind the breeze.

Sturla does not like it much when he his clothes get wet he takes them off, gets cold quickly and shivers.
He laughs and points to the naked buttocks of his brothers when his they strip themselves of the wet clothes. He would not have done that last summer.
I make a point of laughing with him and his brothers run shrieking for towels to hide their nakedness.
So much for scandinavian open mindedness.

He plays the piano still and there is steady progress. He loves seeing himself on the camera.

He is sweet and calm mostly again but more opinionated than before. It is a chance to learn I tell myself when we disagree. There have been no heavy tantrums for a while and for that I am grateful. He manages to come back after a while.

We practice pronouncing, fa fo fo af ef áf óf and so forth and he adds log off....
Fox means refur he says out of the blue....
...let us focus on Icelandic I think. But wonder how he picked that up.

I have yet to find a fix for expressive and receptive language disorder.
But we are working on it as hard as we can.

We are working on imitating six words in a sentence and it is hard for him to discern between all the small words that glue the sentence together. He confuses af and að and the consonants and many others and I wonder if we will ever bridge that gap.
How do you know... is another program we are working on.
Matching features.
Naming from categories is being revisited.
Theory of mind. It is my opinion that theory of mind should be redifined as a language skill rather than empathy or an understanding of another ones mind. Sturla does not lack empathy, he lacks language.
We are adding to vocabulary practicing words for object placement and naming parts of objects.
We are counting above twenty and stopping. Count to eighteen, count to 22 and so on. I have not worked much on math skills but school is calling soon.
I make a question game with his brothers to work on attention and mix questions he knows and does not know the answer to. He rises his hand when he knows something and I reinforce him to pay attention and remember the answers his brothers give.

He has started to write all by himself and now he can complete simple written assignments.I add that into his play book which he can use independently for about 30 or 40 minutes with a bit of praising and reinforcing.
I am working on vocabulary through the books he reads making him match words and meaning encouraging him to ask what words mean.
I need a clearer focus on how and what i should be working on there. Reading comprehension is on the top of my wish list...right there with language per se.
Conversation picture descriptions and story telling are ongoing programs that I visit every day.

I tape him as he picks his nose and describes the delights of snot.

His brothers play with him every day for long periods of time and his play skills are coming along though never as fast and far as my dreams.
We play games outside and add to his repertoire of structured games and we play inside.
Eye contact is a never ending story but it has improved.
Wh questions are still an ongoing project, needing to be linked into reading comprehension.

It is a lot to juggle and I am never satisfied with myself.
There is always room for improvement.
I am tired and find myself dosing off during the day any strange time at all.

But it is summer and we spend a lot of time outside. He goes looking for crabs and makes houses for larva he finds. He rescues stray bees that come into our house and thankfully the wasps are not out yet.

We drove to the westfjords. Visiting hot baths and high mountains old houses and some family.
The boys roll down steep hills and we see seals and the weather is beautiful.
I just want to pack our bags and stay outside for weeks.
It would be lovely to come home with the autumn winds.

We are going to France in august for three whole weeks. The boys have not been abroad for six years. Sturla is exited and keeps telling me how he will stay at the beach and swim in the ocean and then he gets cross and demands that we go straight to the airport.

He will be in school next fall. With a one on one aid full time.. She is experienced a special education teacher and a therapist though not an aba therapist. That is something hard to find here, I think she is very capable and I frankly would rather have a capable experienced person as an aide for him than some newbie or someone with a superficial understanding or knowledge of aba.
We will continue our work at home as long as we can or as long he needs.

I know it will be hard for him.
But I will not think of that now it is summer and we have travel plans and playing plans.
There are no autumn winds blowing yet.