Yes,

 First let me begin by making excuses.  I really enjoy this blog and look forward to the day that I can keep up with it. The past weeks have been filled trying to get my mother in law's online store up and running in time for holiday shopping. It has been a rewarding experience. She is truly talented and I have learned a lot about different aspects of her work. Someday I hope that maintaining her store will provide me with the piece of mind I need to stay home and take care of Lian and his needs. Then perhaps I will find that extra moment to update this blog more than once in a while

Anyone who has followed me here, on Facebook or on CafeMom, knows how hard we have tried to find help for my son.  He needs to be officially assessed, diagnosed, treated.  At the very least, he needs to be given the tools that will help him navigate through a neuro-typical world. It has been an ongoing circle of frustration. 

The pediatrician says he needs to be assessed by a therapist. The therapist says the school needs to make the assessment. The school, before we knew they had to help us, told us there is nothing wrong with him that a time out once in while wouldn't cure. After we pointed out that they have to test him based on state law, they told us that they could only test if he were at risk academically. It would seem that my son, who can barely read and write at grade level and state tests below basic, doesn't qualify. There have been a myriad of other excuses from these people as to why they won't assess him but long story made shorter. We finally just went to a different school.

We love Connections Academy it has provided Lian with the flexibility to learn and succeed at his own speed.  However, several times a week we run into extreme prejudice about our decision to put our son in a virtual school. I am always amazed at the misconceptions.  I keep joking about making a top ten most asked question flyer just to hand out to people. 

• Yes, he does go on field trips, more than your student probably does. Class picnics even.

• Yes, he uses all the same text books, workbooks and reads the same authors as your student probably does.

• Yes, he is required to take ALL the same state testing required each year and for graduation as your student does.

• Yes, he has access to great enrichment programs like, Study Island, Reading Eggs, Khan Academy, First in Math and many more. Just like your student hopefully does.

  

• Yes, he takes PE, he probably spends more minutes doing physical exercise as part of his curriculum than your student does. 

• Yes, when he graduates from high school he gets a real diploma, just like your student will. His school even has college visits week (for all grade levels)

• Yes, there are electives such as foreign languages and music available to all grade levels.

• Yes, they have honor roll. 

    

• Yes, there are fun clubs like robotics, chess, math, science, book club, photography, creative writing, school paper, service clubs and so on. Many are open to students in any grade, rather than just the upper grades.

        
 

• Yes, he does have a very real teacher. She teaches classes, monitors his progress, gives him extra tutoring, grades his papers, offers encouragement.

    
 




 

She also goes above and beyond. She was Lian's teacher last year as well. She has watched his progress carefully and always been there to offer advice and support. She is terrific at getting him to focus. She been amazing at giving him extra tools to get school done. 

Finally, we have been able to set in motion the needed testing to get Lian assessed.  She has kept track of the various things we have tried and the conferences we have had along the way and even offered to be available during my conference with the special ed resource teacher. I was pleasantly surprised, when talking to the special ed teacher, to find out she had already been brought up to speed by Lian's teacher and we were ready to proceed to the next steps. 

In the next couple of months we hope to be getting some answers. I could write a whole other post about how accommodating special ed at Connection Academy has been over the last few weeks(it would of course be as long as this post is). I don't know where this is going to lead, but I am truly appreciative so far. All I have ever wanted for my son was to know how to help him make the best of what he has been given.  I have nothing but respect for teachers in general, but I give kudos to Capistrano Connections Academy for having snatched up Mrs. Vazquez and having the foresight to make her a PACE teacher.  I know my son is a better student for it. I am certainly a less stressed mom.

Friday Find: Visual Clues.

How many times a day do you tell your kids to quiet down? If they are anything like mine, only a bajillion times. For Lian it is difficult because he really doesn't understand what "Be quiet" means. 

I ran across a great find on Pinterest this week. It is a visual representation of sound.  http://ictmagic.visibli.com/share/texdW3

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When the microphone picks up sound, the bubbles move. Lian was excited to give it a try.  It took about ten minutes for him to fully check it out. He tried whispers and whines to see how the balls reacts differently. It is obvious that loud sounds make the bubble react intensely, however, he also discovered that there is a visible difference between a standard speaking voice and whining at the same volume.  I have given him the challenge of keeping the bubbles as still as possible while he is doing book work.


Since he is wearing the microphone as part of his headset, he noticed that it also reacts to his excessive movements. That provided a quick in to a lesson on how sound is actually vibration, or movement. It also provided him with another clue to his behavior. He realized that he fidgets A LOT!

In the next few weeks he will begin his therapy for severe sensory issues. As a family we will be relearning all kinds of things, we thought we already knew. I love that this tool is able to give him visual clues into his behavior. With this he can see his behavior. It is no longer just some vague intellectual concept. That means he can begin to exert some control over it. He liked it so much he vlogged about about it.

Paper♥Mate's InkJoy pens

http://inkjoy.papermate.com/Global.aspx

PaperMate advertises these INk Joy pens as a Revolutionary ink system that gives the best in effortless writing. I was lucky enough to be chosen to try out the new Ink Joy line of pens. I couldn't wait to try them out. I have a hard time finding pens I like. Once I find a pen I really like, they never seem to be available when I want to buy more. I write a lot during any day making lists, or working on my son's school lessons.

My pens arrived late Friday evening but I didn't get a chance to use them. My son spirited them away, drawn by the bright colors. We have been searching for a writing instrument that he enjoys writing with.  He really liked these pens. He liked how they felt in his hand and how easy it was to scribble texture with them. These pens have inspired him to start writing in his daily journal again. That is a happy circumstance for a kid with sensory issues with the physical act of writing.



Before I could take my turn, my husband grabbed them for quick look. If the boy is cranky about his pens, Hubby is downright snobbish. He orders his pens and pencils rather than buying them off the shelf and no one is allowed to touch them. He also enjoyed how the pens fit into his, rather large, hand and he liked the way the ink flows. He wants a set of his own. It should be noted that Hubs is left handed. I know that some writing instruments can be challenge for lefties.

My guys have some sensory issues when it comes to pens. They have, in the past, complained about the smell of the ink, the feel of pens as they drag across the page, the shape of the pens and the sound that pens make on the paper as they are writing.  If Ink Joy pens make them happy, then without even testing them myself, I could call them a winner. 

I also liked the pens very much. I use several different colors when proofing my son's school lessons; Blue-spelling, pink-capitals, green-punctuation and so on. The vibrant colors will really be helpful. I thought that the darker colors had a better flow than the lighter colors but I liked them all. I am looking forward to using them and seeing them used in the upcoming school year.


My thanks CafeMom.com and PaperMate for the opportunity to take these pens for a test spin.

It's Official

I Hate Summer Vacation!!!!!

  When I was a kid, summer was the ultimate. I could be in the pool from the moment I woke up until bedtime, excepting only the occasional meal time. Or possibly, there were great movies on cable or a mountain of books to read. My family always had one big and several small camping trips, which for the record, at the time, I hated. They were halcyon days that lasted forever, until the summer before eighth grade ruined it for me. That was the year our big six state trip took place at the end of summer and we were going to be cutting it close to get me back to be registered on time (we actually had to go to my school before going home when we got back). Looking at the calendar, I counted out the weeks until the trip and school registration and my heart broke a little. Summer didn't last forever. It only lasted twelve weeks. That summer and every summer after, flew by at break neck speed with school always coming back just a little earlier each year. Once I was out of school I didn't pay much attention to summer. My time was now spent with a work schedule that varied week to week, but never took the seasons into account. Summer was just the time of year when it sucked to be outside because it was so hot. Then my baby started school.

 I never looked forward to summer more than that first summer after kindergarten. It signaled the end of a truly hellacious year. Lian's teacher even started it early by giving him the last day off because it wasn't necessary and she just couldn't handle him back in the classroom. Personally, I was glad that the fight to get the boy out the door each morning amid tears was over. We had already decided that we would be doing anything we could to not send him back to that school, for both their sakes. Summer was going to be a huge relief. 

 We had just become acquainted with the concept of Aspergers Syndrome and I still hadn't grasped just what that meant. I should have been prepared. The three long holiday breaks during the school year were trying times for us. The super long Winter break was difficult to begin and even more difficult to end. In the crush of everything else going on it never occurred to us to ask why. Of course he was misbehaving, he was decompressing from the stress of school. Of course he didn't want to go back, he hated school. It never occurred to us that the drastic and sudden change in routine was causing problems for our little one. Summer that year was the worst break of all. The entire three months was one meltdown after another. It wouldn't be until the next summer that that would make sense to me.

 By the next summer, I was better educated as to why my son behaves the way he does. Summer doesn't mean fun to him. It is this gaping chasm of indeterminate time, where daily routines change daily, television plays different shows than he is used to and the sun and heat wreak havoc with his overactive senses. Plus, if that wasn't enough, at the end, he faces a new teacher, in a new class, and new, as yet undefined, challenges in his new grade. Summer, to put it lightly, is purgatory for him.

 As we get older and hopefully wiser, we have learned to change up his routine as little as possible during the summer. It is a learning curve. It is a battle between doing what is necessary and letting Lian be as much like other kids as he can. This summer it has meant summer school lessons, structured walks and timed sessions in the pool, and stricter than usual rules about television consumption. Still, that doesn't completely fill the void of missing hours in the usual school routine. I keep him as busy as I can with projects for his blog. It has worked moderately well so far, but as the first two thirds of summer comes to a close, school and a normal routine is just too far in the distance.

 It is made worse by the fact that Dad is also on Summer Break. For all the same reasons it is just as hard for him. Being an adult he has, over the years, learned to cope with the changes in routine that life throws at him, but that doesn't mean they are easy for him. Then just to be difficult, not only does he have to change up everything for the summer but he has all the grown up issues of everyday life to contend with. Quite frankly by this time each summer, it's like a powder keg around here. Both my guys have had just about much as they can take. This should be the point where a new routine falls into place and life moves forward more smoothly. However, since they both know that at the end of August the routine changes up again, this period turns into one of limbo. Putting as Aspie into limbo is just plain cruel. Just to throw some more gas on the fire, I have stepped up my attempts to either get an outside job or go back to school myself. That anticipation of my not being there like always has Lian filled with anxiety and having to work around a new schedule has added stress to Dad's life.

Connections Academy has the kids going back a week earlier this year. School is going to be a huge relief. Since we already have the books and the printed lesson plans, I will be gradually gearing school back into place over the next month, so the transition back to a full school day (which usually takes several weeks) hopefully won't be as difficult this year.  I still have four weeks of summer to get through. I really need a vacation from summer vacation. I long for the days when summer lasted forever and it was a good thing.

"You can fight aliens with space ships!"

Connections Academy tweeted a really great question this week. 

Connections Academy ‏@ConnectionsAcad

Classic lit is getting modernized through video games! Which books would you like to become playable? ‪#onlineschool‬ http://expi.co/06ZA

 My response was predictable. I said any of the Oz books, Huck Finn, or Swiss Family Robinson, maybe not in that order though. I thought I would ask my family what books they thought would make a good video game. Morgan was no surprise, Fahrenheit 451, 1984 and any of Asimov's Foundation books.

 Lian wasn't so easy. I fully expected him to mention The Magic Tree House Books, or Encyclopedia Brown (both would make excellent games I think) or any of the Beverly Cleary books he has been trying to read lately. He surprised me with Anne McCaffrey's Freedom/Catteni Series.  While the books are a little old for him and he only knows about them because he has heard his parents discussing them, he is, of course, absolutely correct. That series of books would make an excellent video game. It has the possibility of good action sequences and plenty of intellectual stimulation. It might be fun to set up a new world and overthrow alien oppressors from it. Lian was going for the action game angle though.  His quote is classic.

"It has everything. You can fight aliens. You can fight space ships. You can fight aliens with space ships!"

I think I would prefer my Facebook games to  be a bit more cerebral, but I can't fault his choice. Just goes to show that even though my kid hates reading, he loves a great story. I am also pleased to know that his story choices extend past Marvel comics.

(disclaimer: for the record I have no issue with comic books. Reading is reading and I will take it in any book I can get from.)

Not In A Day

I think my son is trying to tell me something. 

He dragged out the Wii Fit board this afternoon. Last year we were all about the Wii Fit as a family and he loved doing the body tests. We gradually moved toward the EA Sports Active fitness game (I love the boxing), other sports oriented games and then, of course, more outside activities. I was shocked to discover that I hadn't weighed in on Wii for 355 days. Needless to say, I was a bit apprehensive about what the silly talking Wii board would say. I couldn't remember what I weighed a year ago.

I have been really stepping things up this spring and summer as far as activity. I am tired of not being able to keep up with rest of my family. I am actually tired of stepping things up. It seems like no matter how hard I work I am not seeing much in the way of dividends. The weight stays the same. I have lost a inch or so around my hips and butt, yet all I really notice is that I am exhausted all the time and I hurt everywhere more than anywhere else.  Morgan says that he sees I have more agility and stamina and I suppose I agree with him, to a point. He reminds me that Rome wasn't built in a day and it has taken decades to put myself in this horrid condition.  Frankly, most days I just want to crawl into bed and stay there and flame it all. I have been on this current ride to "healthy" for 547 days and I don't seem to be getting anywhere healthier.

I was pleasantly surprised that I weighed in at 11 pounds less today than a year ago.  That makes 19 pounds lost since the beginning.  It's not much progress considering what my goal is, but at least it is forward motion.

So, my son was trying to tell me something this afternoon. That it would be fun to weigh in and play a game or two. He was right. It was fun.

My goal for the end of this summer is to see this in person. Lian will be the reason I get there.

Friday Find- Online Timer

One of Lian's most frustrating idiosyncrasies is his inability to recognize the passage of time. Five minutes or five hours will stretch eternally for him. We discovered pretty early on that time outs would induce a melt down that eclipsed whatever infraction warranted the punishment. He just couldn't see the end of if it and it terrified him. Timed tests are impossible. He is caught between the possibility that the time will last forever and the fear that it will end at any moment. That kind of uncertainty doesn't make for optimum testing conditions.

Over the years we have had great success with the use of alarms. A bell signals the beginning and end of school, playtime or the end of an impatient wait. For some situations we a standard kitchen timer, however a visual timer is what works best for him. Something he can look at and see how much time is left. We have looked for years to find a good visual timer to buy. There are some nice ones out there (ex. http://www.difflearn.com/category/timers_counters_clocks), though they can get pricey. 

With as much time as we spend on the computer, it makes sense to have a timer on the computer. A couple of computers ago I had a great desktop gadget to help us out. Sadly most of these great gadgets have been eliminated and our timer went bye bye. This week, I was excited to find, on Pinterest,  a great website for online classroom timers. http://www.online-stopwatch.com/classroom-timers/

http://www.online-stopwatch.com/classroom-timers/

Not only does it offer several fun options for a timer that will appeal to any classroom situation. There are also many other timer tools available including stop watches and even a metronome. Already in the few days we have been using the timers on this site, life is so much easier for the boy, or at least a little more fun. He prefers any of the timers that explode. My favorite is the simple hour glass.

It's the most wonderful time of the year

 This time of year always reminds me of the old office supplies commercial in which Mom and Dad are gleefully shopping aisle after aisle of school supplies while young Brother and Sister glumly follow behind. Back to school is coming soon. 

We don't go back until the end of August but I just got two emails from Connections Academy saying that supplies have been shipped. The house is buzzing with excitement. My grumpy son who will announce loud and rude how much he detests school of any sort is excited to see his new books. He has an extra social studies course this semester and he can't wait to see what his course book will be. I remember last summer, which devolved into tears and lamenting over a loss of summer due to extensive tutoring.  I was sad that his summer couldn't be school free but his lack of grade level work demanded extra help. He was ready to drop out  completely before third grade. Still, when his third grade books arrived he couldn't wait to shoot a video for his blog bragging that he had graduated to a big kid bound math text instead of the rip out work books he had used since kindergarten (I love Connections Academy!). He had already bookmarked all the best maps in his social study book before he had it an hour. This summer I expect will be much the same. While he hasn't been exactly volunteering to do his summer tutoring, he has been doing it every day with minimal whining and stellar retention. I have no doubt that he will be better prepared to  meet this school year and I know he will have all the best parts of text books picked out long before the semester begins.

  For the first time since before kindergarten, we are both actually looking forward to the new school year. More proof, if any were actually needed, that we made the correct choice in enrolling Lian into this virtual school.  He is ready to face the challenges the new school year will bring. 

My Super Power is...

... Mind Reading!

I wish, I wish.

It is bad enough being a neuro-typical island in a sea of Aspergers. My husband and, even more so, my son, already don't think like me.  Still there are days when I wish I could have a window into the thought processes around me. 

Forget thought processes. I just want to know what is happening inside my child's mind.

Today, as far days go, was a pretty good day. There was only one real melt down and Dad helped him recover fairly quickly. The subject was, unusually, done and over and everyone moved on.  We also spent a good part of the day outside, swimming twice and going for a walk. We got his blog posts up to date with what was for him very little fuss and made our plans for his blog in the upcoming week. I don' t remember getting angry with him. He spent most of the day doing his own thing, having gotten his responsibilities dispensed pretty early in the day.

 Still as he was falling asleep he insisted on cuddling with me. Not in the "I love you Mommy, let me be close" kind of way. It was more of what I associate with the end of a high maintenance/high anxiety kind of day. When I wouldn't let him use me for a body pillow, which in this heat is not conducive to restful sleep for anyone, he fell asleep petting my arm, the way he has always done when he was feeling stressful. So here I am at midnight, wondering why today of all days he was feeling stressed enough to need a constant human connection as he fell asleep. 

I used to envy other moms, wondering what I was doing wrong when they would explain how they could calm their children with just a touch or soothe them to sleep with a caress of gentle fingers. It was years before I was finally able to figure out that I wasn't a bad mom because my touch would infuriate my son. It was because the sensation of touch was just so magnified for him, I might as well be slapping as caressing him. That realization made me all the more aware of the times he would clutch and want to cuddle. He touches on his own terms, when he has a need to be met. I once assumed that like most toddlers, my son enjoyed being rocked to sleep. I learned that, really, he was using my touch to decompress from his anxiety ridden days. Those were the days before we understood why he was the way he was, why he never slept. Once he began to sleep normal patterns, once we were able to make allowances for his seemingly off the wall behavior, he stopped turning to me to touch him to sleep, except on really bad days. I would like to think I am overreacting now but as I write this I hear him moving around in bed grinding his teeth. Another mainstay of his stressful toddler years but not heard very often these days, except on bad days. Days unlike today in almost every way.

Lian's favorite 'what if' question for me is, "If you had a super power, what would it be?".

My answer is nearly always super speed or the power to stop time. I think I don't think that answer through all the way. What I really need is the power to see inside a child's mind and learn what dragons need slaying. He has a beautiful vocabulary but he lacks the ability to articulate specifics. He can tell me that he can't find the words tell me what he is feeling and he can even tell me that it frustrates him that he can't because he feels he should be able to. It worries me that all too often he doesn't know TO tell me when something is bothering him. I need to find a way to let him know that even if he can't actually touch me, my love surrounds him always, that he is safe and adored.

And... if it's not too much trouble, while we're doing up the super power thing, that insight into his thought processes could be really helpful sometimes.

Making Memories

When I was a kid my favorite summer memories, my favorite anytime memories actually,  centered around some project that Mom would do with my brother and me. Sometimes it was making a fun dessert or planting something. She taught us to crochet and hook latch. She was always good for a board game. When I finally had my son. I thought that was how it was supposed to be done. From the time he was old enough to set up with a project we would spend our free time creating or playing or just learning something fun. 

From the beginning I was met with incredulous people, those who thought it was amazing that my three or four year old would make his own Christmas presents or be able to explain to strangers how his volcano works. Still, I never really noticed how odd most people think that sort of thing is until he started making videos and it really became apparent last summer when he started his blog. He had been making videos of his science projects for years already and a blog just seemed to be a natural extension of that activity. It did mean that his projects were more structured and therefore more of my participation was required, if only to document his fun. It also meant that more and more of our activities were being done in the front or back yard, in full view of our neighbors.

We aren't unfriendly with our neighbors but we aren't the best of friends either. Our relations are usually restricted to cool nods in passing. The kids take their cues from their elders and my son always seems to play outside of the established groups, until he drags out one of his projects. He is then awash with kids wanting to see what he is building or testing, or they want to join in on whatever art project he has going. I don't mind. Kids are naturally curious and don't let adult attitudes stand in the way of natural learning. However, I am always struck by the parent's reaction. First, surprisingly to me, they are in shock that their kid would be interested in learning how a homemade submarine or a fizzy tablet pop rocket works. Then they express amazement that I am so hands on. It is so cool how I always do these kinds of things with my son and isn't it a lot of work?

It goes back to I don't know any other way to do it. When I was a kid and I had a question my mom always found an answer. When my brother wanted to know how something worked, she arranged a trip the library. She found a way to help us figure it out. She was so hands on that when my brother's third grade teacher, two months before the end of the school year, admitted to my mom that she couldn't teach my brother anything due his lack of reading skills, that she dragged out my old kindergarten homework and used it to write a book to teach my brother how to read. That is just what moms do. Right? I am in awe of what my mom could have accomplished if she had had Google and Wiki as a starting point. In the course of my internet hoarding, I have run across many wonderful mothers who are just as hands on and love to share that fact with the world. I believe that given the right circumstances, my mom would have been the same. She was a mom before her time.

Lian made his first home video when he was four years old. He taped an old camera to one of his toy trucks and called it the Mars Rover and gave a good age appropriate telling of what Rover's job is, while our neighbors looked on in wonder. One would think that by now I would be past my private snickers and giggles at their reactions to Lian's projects. Of course, one would think that by now they would cease to be amazed to find him hard at work creating something, giving the viewers in his video camera a blow by blow description. 

Maybe it is just that the projects keep getting bigger. Today our summer memory was building a river system from its source waterfall through the flood plains all the way to its mouth at the ocean.  It was a huge project encompassing several boards, a roll of aluminum foil, a roll of duct tape and several garbage bags. It took a couple of hours to build and gathered a bit of an audience by the end. At the beginning however, it was hilarious to watch grown people surreptitiously trying to spy on what we were building, whispering comments to each other, loud enough to make Shakespeare proud. I suppose I could take the high road and just assume that they were simply basking in the brilliance that is my little angel. After all, maybe there aren't a lot of kids who attempt to build a river for fun. Still it isn't like this is a new occurrence.

Sadly, our river failed. It flooded out in the flood plains and never made it to the ocean. Our boat capsized in one of the resulting lakes.  

Our day of memory making was a complete success. The floods were simply a teaching tool, since rivers do tend to flood and change course quite often. My little engineer is hard a t work trying to come up with a redesign that will make his boat float to the ocean and we have several elements that did work and can be reused. Plus we got a great blog post out of it. Two, if you count this one. Today was a summer memory that my mom would have been proud of. I think my neighbors made a memory or two themselves. =)

So, what is your favorite summer memory?

Summer School

Lian and I have been doing "summer school" lessons all summer long. There is no doubt that he needs to work on reading and writing and his homeroom teacher suggested that he would do better next year if he had his multiplication facts memorized. As during the regular school year, summer lessons were a super frustration. On top of not wanting to deal with the wall of writing each lesson seems to be, he also wanted to be outside or doing one of the many activities he was blogging about this summer. I persevered. He got weekends off and holidays and any day where we as a family could be enjoying summer outside the house. The lessons were less than onerous. I certainly wasn't about about to spend all summer locked in a learning battle. 

Reluctantly he has pushed through with whines and fusses. As far as he was concerned nothing has changed. It's all really hard. It takes too long. And when is he going to get a real summer vacation? I wish I could make him see it from my point of view. It's true his outward behavior is unchanged toward the books he was reading at the beginning of summer and the books he is reading at the end. However, the books at the beginning were specifically chosen well below grade level to give him practice at practicing reading and the books he is reading now are much closer to what he will encounter once third grade starts. Somewhere in the middle of summer we went from switching off reading every other page to each other, to him forgetting to stop reading so I could read my part, to him taking the book away from me and reading it all on his own. Whining about how hard it is, the whole time, I might add.  

We had an agreement at the beginning of summer that if he finished one book over the summer on his own, then I would read the rest of his reading list to him. It's the best part of our day. We have enjoyed many books together over the summer. A funny thing happened along the way though. He started getting impatient for our reading time together. For the first time ever in his young life, what happens next was more important that how hard it was to figure out the words. He picked up the books and began to read ahead. 

From what I can see, he is sounding out fewer words, his comprehension is up and he is reading harder material. Even though he still hasn't quite caught up, I would say being a "slave driver" over the summer has paid off. That became even more clear when he answered a multiplication question in a tv commercial the other day. He had the audacity to look at me with his innocent, not at all humble, smile and say, "Yeah, I learned that from copying my math facts, Cool Huh?" I should be grateful it won't occur to him until he has third graders of his own, that that is exactly why he has been "laboriously" copying math facts all summer long. Oh and copying things over is a great way to practice, oh, I don't know, writing!

I am so glad summer is coming to an end. Once school starts and we have a lesson plan in front of us, I can once again use the phrase, "Because your teacher said so!!", life will be so much easier. As I see it now, spelling is going to be his main challenge for this year. I have to give him credit for the way he sounds out what he writes (at least he's writing yeah?). Something tells me it's going to be a long year. Totally worth the effort, but really long.

This is not what I signed up for!

My son has a myriad of social and sensory issues that make life difficult for him.

Of all of them, I hate dyslexia the most. I watched my mother's heart break when she was told that at the age eight her son couldn't read. I watched as she dragged out my kindergarten homework, lovingly saved through the years, and used it to write a series of phonically based stories. I watched as she did what teachers over four grades had failed to do, teach my brother how to decipher the alphabet soup he saw and learn to read.  I don't blame the teachers for failing, from personal experience, I know it's difficult to teach around dyslexia. I blame them for advancing him to the next grade when it was obvious he wasn't ready.  I wasn't prepared when my son's school did the same to him in kindergarten. 

Taking a page out of Mom's book I took my son's education into my own hands and found him a school that would help him work through his issues. We enrolled him into a, thankfully free (though we would have paid millions), national online charter school, Connections Academy. There we found teachers with great advice. A curriculum not too different from the one he used in public school and motivation in the form of clubs and electives to encourage him to want to learn after the wars of kindergarten made him no longer willing to even try. He had the flexibility to excel in the areas he could and still take extra time for the lessons he needed extra help in. Finally, after beating my head against a wall for more than a year I had teachers who not only listened, but had the ability to act on my concerns. Let me be straight up here. My son's kindergarten teacher was a gem. She did the best she could with him and the restrictions her direct supervisors and school admin put on her. My issue with "them" is a story for another time.

After two years at CA we are making headway. He is still below grade level in reading and especially writing. His math skills are amazing, in his head. The moment he has to work through a problem on paper from beginning to end he forgets everything he knows about math. The numbers and concepts he knows so intimately in his head are a jumble to his eyes.  I know he has an uphill struggle but he is climbing far more often than he is sliding these days. Being his learning coach is not easy and gives me a profound appreciation for the people who choose to teach as a profession. It has caused gray hairs and anxiety attacks, there have even been tears, he cries sometimes too. We push on because I have seen what else is out there and I, like my mom before me, am my son's best advocate. He wants to learn everything there is to know. It's my job to help him find the tools to do so.

Adventures In Geography

ETA: We are up to more than 70 countries on 6 continents

• Adventures In 3rd Grade Geography

He only needs page views from Antarctica to have views from all 7 Continents.

 Go my Little Man!

If you have been by twitter feed, my Facebook or blog posts lately, then you know that for his summer project my son is writing a blog chronicling all the fun he is having this summer. I love it because it is keeping him busy. He takes most of the pictures that he isn't in and comes up with the ideas for the posts. He is making videos every single day. He had well over 500 page views in just the first month and he is incredibly happy over that. What really has him excited is that he can track where his page hits are coming from.  Already he has regularly gets hits from Germany and Malaysia. He has also gotten hits from India, Brazil, Ireland, Canada and Russia. He would love to see his blog map light up green. I am inviting everyone outside the US to stop by. (Americans are absolutely welcome!) I am not asking for comments (though he would love to hear how other almost 8 y/o's are spending their summers) or for people to follow him (unless of course they want to) but please to just click in and give him a view.  He also doesn't have any ads on his pages. Thanks for stopping by

http://lianssummeroffun.blogspot.com/

"That's Wonderful"

You know how some people would rather be the dead guy at a funeral rather than the one giving the eulogy? That's me. I hate standing up in front of a group of people and talking. 

Even worse is talking about myself.

Today was the first day of a new semester and wouldn't you know it? I had to do exactly that. "Why?"I ask. My life is boring. I don't do anything exciting. My life is school with my son and my own classes. What would a CIS class full of college age people find interesting about my life? We all are attending college classes, so that just leaves my son. College kids that I know are never big on the Mommy Brag stories.

"Hi, my name is Shelle. This is my first year back at college in twenty odd years. I spend my days virtual schooling my son and working on homework, his and mine."

 "Really? That's wonderful!" enthuses my new professor. 

He then proceeds to ask me a billion questions and has to comment on every answer. All the while I am still standing in front of 40 people, trying not to show them what I had for dinner.

Recently in my favorite online forum there was a rather vocal discussion about whether or not schooling at home is, a new parenting fad or an educational trend. One of the major sticking points was acceptance into college.  It occurred to me as I was up there sweating profusely, that this wasn't the first time a college professor was excited to learn that my child was schooled at home. In fact every teacher I have had at this level, eight since September, has been excited and supportive of my decision to do this with my child. 

I would imagine the fact I am in school myself says something about the level of commitment I have to education and that may color their perception, but it does make me wonder why there is such a disparity between the general belief that kids schooled at home won't be accepted into college because of their lack of education, and college professors/teachers being excited that these kids are getting great educations.

I also have to wonder what it says about me, that I get through this seriously uncomfortable moment by thinking about what people online would have to say about it. 

 I didn't die! I swear it would have been easier!  

 So, how was your day?

How addicted do you have to be?

 

 

So, on my way back to my computer after a pit stop, I glanced into the living room to find hubby on the PS3 playing a baseball game AND on his laptop playing a computer game. It's not a huge big deal that he is doing this. It's after the boy's bedtime, on a weekend and it's not like he has to be up in the morning but I couldn't resist, so I asked him, 'How addicted to video games do you have to be, that playing one a time doesn't cut it?" I giggled and wandered back to my computer. Smug in my superiorosity.

So, I get back on the computer and I hear a snicker. I hadn't heard him follow me back to my room.  "I knew it! So, how addicted to your computer do you have to be to have two browsers open with multiple tabs at the same time? And, do I see more than one program open?"

Doh! Totally busted!

I had one browser open to Lian's school, putting together a lesson plan and the other open to my personal email account so I could catch up on some correspondence.  It's not an uncommon occurrence when I have a lot to get done. It doesn't take much effort to switch back and forth. I have to admit though, it could be a sure fire sign of addiction and more likely the desperate need to get a life. 

 So how is your weekend going?