As you may have read in my past posts, my son has dysgraphia. And if you read the link you will find it says:
Dysgraphia is often, but not always, accompanied by other learning disabilities such as dyslexia or attention deficit disorder, and this can impact the type of dysgraphia a person might have.
Yes, my son has ADD as well. When I have a few moments, I occasionally do searches to find information that might help me as he matures. I have found schools for learning disabilities through these searches. Which I will pass on to a friend that has a daughter with dyslexia… I am just disappointed that there is nothing that close by to where we live in South Florida. It gives me hope to see that there are schools being built to help kids with special needs. The public system we attend has done wonders for my son. This year… has been the hardest. His homeroom/English teacher is doing great with him. The other teachers. Not so much.
I saw some information on orton gillingham training that caught my eye and wondered if the teachers he has now could possibly get that kind of training. Because even if they are social study teachers or math teachers, helping kids with reading/writing disorders would help them answer test questions correctly! Without having to go back to the teacher to read what was written or asked to do it again but typed this time.
It is going to be a long haul. But I’m there for my son. I will do what is necessary. And it is a wonderful world we live in that we can search and find so much information on the web!
On a side note… I saw some metal wall art I liked… thought if I made a music room for the boys, something of that nature would be awesome! Life is good.
One thing I won’t be taking to the camp trip is the drum kit. Nope. Just in case it rains… naa really because I just don’t have room for it. Seriously. Still I would love to download from YouTube some stuff to show my son and then upload him doing the same thing. It would be great. He is really good at the snare drum. I am excited about this and his abilities. It is something that should help him with all the issues he has. Life is good.
Wow. Time has flown by… You are going into 4th grade this year. Last year was… difficult. This year. I’m hoping that it will be fun along with all the pieces and parts that will be happening. Son, I love you. With all my Heart. I just hope you see it in the future when you remember all the times you said “You are a Horrible mom” that I was doing the best I could for the issues at hand… you must practice typing before electronics, you must read out loud… Life will get better… it will take time. And you are smart enough, handsome enough and sweet enough to make it happen.
My heart aches for you so much and yet you show me a kindness that is beyond belief. I hope you find the best road to travel on your journey to adulthood. Love you!
Amazing. 8 Years. And we decided to surprise him with a cake tomorrow. Usually he gets to pick the ‘theme’. This year… ok, I forgot to ask him. Hence the following got made. Step 1:
Next… the details:
Ok, from the red side:
and the white side:
For those not into Pokemon, the monkey looking ones are actually evolutions of one another. Starting with Chimchar, which evolves into Monferno, that becomes Infernape. The odd ball is a legendary pokemon called Palkia. The red and white thing in the middle is a pokeball which holds the pokemon for ease of traveling.
I still can’t believe it has been 8 years. I was looking at my past blog posts and was shocked at how much he has changed. Seems I have a problem looking at just that post… so scroll down and look at the one where he turns five! Life is always on the move. Let’s hope this is even a better year than all the others.
Saying prayers with my youngest is always entertaining. For many nights he has reminded God not to bring volcanoes and floods to Florida, to not let the sun go out, to expand the solar system and to not let mom die. Uh… no clue where that last one came from. Not like I’m dieting and wasting away into nothingness. I’m not taking hydroxycut or other weird diet helpers… in fact I stopped loosing weight and am just stuck. Definitely not wasting away. But tonight… change the ‘not let mom die’ to ‘don’t let anyone die’. Phew. I am so glad he is not a psychic seeing the future of my death any time soon as I know he has been in a lot of trouble lately… (sarcasm intended). I do wonder what goes through their minds at this age to come up with this stuff. I want to ask him but am somewhat worried what the answer might be so am letting it go. Though the expand the solar system just might have to be explained. That one really is making me curious. More as I find out or as it changes!
What a word huh? It runs in the family of Dyslexia. Ya, sounds more familiar huh? Well my oldest does not have ADD, nor dyslexia… he has dysgraphia. As it is… I’m tired, I have a field trip with 18 five year olds and not much else to say right now. More later when I get my life together.
Seems my oldest is now into Dioramas… ugh. He did most of the work himself. I did give him hints… like how to fold the walls and how to use double sided sticky tape. I also held some stuff for him while he cut. It was a weee bit awkward for him with the splint on his right hand… Here is some of the photos of his progress… the maze walls are installed and he is doing the ‘electric shock’:
oh… I forgot to mention… the book is “Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH”. It wasn’t until they were half way through the book that another mother asked if I knew what NIMH stood for… being a wonderful, up to speed mother, keeping in touch with my children (this is sarcasm)… I said No. National Institute for Mental Health. Great…. I actually read most of the book after that…. back to the Maze… ready to shock those rats:
Now we have to add the grass that tempted the rats to get shocked:
All that is left is the rat and an opening that is moved up and down…
He did a great job on the rat. Looks more like a mouse… still… I was VERY impressed with my seven year old. Here he is with the finished project:
I’m very proud of my son. He did a great job. I hope the teacher thinks so as well… considering 10% of the grade is neatness. That’s a whole other story… it has taken me a while to warm up to this teacher. They get ‘bad check marks’ if their shirts are untucked, they say yaa instead of yes, they lean on the walls, wave to parents while walking in line, and the list goes on… but my son must learn to adjust to different teaching styles and so must I. She is a good teacher and my son is improving in her class. I think he will definitely be ready for 3rd grade. Phew… I really really hope she understands that is as neat as my son will get for now.
My son is just like me. My mom warned me my children would be just like me and I would get my just desserts.
I broke so many things … in fact, I fractured my right wrist when I was a year or so older than him. He has a knee and head to go. I am sooo getting back what I did to my mom and I find it very funny.
Here is the ‘hurt’ boy…
Hmmm… more as time permits… off fr lung xrays, figure out how to get the $&* straightened out with the pharmacy and our insurance on strips we need, and a playdate. I need to find a cave soon… wow… coming from an extrovert… I usually love being around people… right now I just want to hide. Anyone available to do laundry and clean my house?