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Monday, October 13, 2008

Tackle it Tuesday - Rewards and awards






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You have nothing to lose by going green

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Everyone needs a pat on the back sometimes. As the nights draw in and the schedule comes under pressure, it can be hard for children to stay on track. This is where motivation is key. We all respond well to praise, recognition and rewards and this is a way of helping our children realize that we not only notice their efforts but we appreciate how hard they’re trying.




First it’s important to narrowly taylor your reward to your particular child. For example, many struggle with homework. It may be that you want to award them for completing their homework in a timely manner over a period of time, such as a week or a month. However, that may be setting the bar too high. Maybe an award for their best efforts is more appropriate or perhaps an award for remaining calm and having a better attitude towards homework time.

The awards can be configured to fit your family, different ages abilities and talents. The most important element is that each child should be able to achieve a realistic goal, otherwise the whole exercise will bring further disappointment and discouragement.

Once you have narrowed down who will be rewarded for what, it is then time to make the awards. It may be that you can encourage your children to take part in the creative process so that they are more involved if they participate positively. Hopefully, making the awards will provide a crafty play time for at least one of your children on a rainy afternoon and perhaps a little one on one time.

Currently, everyone is strapped for cash and some of us are trying to ‘go green’ at the same time. Whilst it would be fun to see if we can create our own green backs and get away with it, it is probably safer to stick to materials that we already have in our possession.



Under no circumstances should you go out and buy anything new, instead troll through the piles of broken toys and tat that you already have piled up in every corner of your home, or maybe that’s just us? You may, however, buy additional supplies of glue.



Assemble your creations and add a blob of Velcro to the back. Aim for lightness so that they will be able to remain in place in a vertical position. Attatch the opposite Velcro blob to a sheet of poster board and arrange your awards. Fix the awards board to a wall in a prominent position at a child’s eye level.






The beauty of this project is that you can include private family jokes that mean nothing to the population in general but will tap into your own child’s perspective adding an extra layer of insight. For instance one of my sons is very keen on drawing Y-fronts on his figures. No matter what he draws there is always someone lurking in the picture sporting a pair of Y fronts.

Hence:-






I do hope you get the chance to try this one out and reap the rewards yourself!

Cheers dears



Backstory

It is difficult for a parent to actively treat children differently in some situations. For example, when a child has achieved a new goal it is natural to praise them, you can’t help yourself. However, some children react negatively to praise. Some children are so enraged when they receive praise that they destroy the object that they created.





The reasons for such a reaction are complex. Some people, myself included, find it very difficult to button a lip and not praise the achievement, especially when the praise flows to the other children. Such differential treatment seems absurd. I would note that this is not the sometimes fatuous praise, a general touchy feely, no content kind of praise, but a specific identifiable praise in the nature of ‘you did a great job with that straight line,’ ‘I really like the colours you chose,’ ‘his expression is really funny.’ Since positive words provoke a meltdown, I’ve learned to curb my words, remain silent and bite my lip. I could expound at length but I have yet to find someone with similar experiences.






Your award ceremony can be as elaborate or as simple as you choose. For us, the weekend is the best because I am better able to pick a time when they are more receptive.







Involvement and active participation is key but also difficult to engineer. We need a time where there is nothing else more interesting competing for their attention so that they are better able to engage in the here and now. Joint attention to one communal activity is more likely to be successful when other needs are met, other distractions have been eliminated and there are no other impending interruptions waiting in the wings to derail their attention span.







As with all things around here, this project has been brewing for a long time and was broken into small steps. Preparation in advance was primarily concentrated on ‘this is what will be happening in the future / this will be fun.’ Some children take longer to adjust to new concepts, they cannot be hurried or harried, they need time to adjust. The ‘gallery’ transition was in the summer. The awards appeared over two months ago. The ‘ceremony’ was a last week.




Scatological jokes are always appreciated.


Once the awards were made, we placed them in a prominent position for a couple of weeks, discussed, examined and handled them until they became more familiar. We would admire their gallery of pictures and debate which award seemed most appropriate to which drawing. This was in part to gauge their own expectations to see if they had already decided which picture matched which award. By being better able to match their expectations it became more likely that we would able to pick the correct award for the right picture during the ‘ceremony.’





This helps address another on going hurdle, the issue of choice. Without getting buried in the details, every positive choice necessarily means a lost opportunity, if you choose one, you lose the other[s]. Choice therefore induces stress and anxiety. It is one manifestation of OCD and perseverance over missed opportunities. Or, to put it another way, the pleasure of one positive choice is wiped out by the stress induced by all the ones that you have not chosen which might be better. Hence an extended exposure to the new thing, makes it less new, less valued and therefore sometimes easier to choose as the ‘cost’ of making a mistake is lessened. The trick it to time the exposure so that the new thing does not become so familiar that it merely blends in with the wallpaper and has no value at all.






Of course some other children would experience a long period of exposure as more anxiety inducing, longer to agonize over, longer to perseverate upon, as there is usually an equal or opposite effect with any one issue.

Since words can still be a little hit or miss, physical involvement, eye tracking and the kinesthetic connection helped reduce stress, increase their personal investment and advance them to a point where it was possible to try out the ceremony. For our children, we kept this as low key as possible because around here, quite often, actions speak louder than words.




What, if anything, might this mean? For me, this gives me some perspective.

When my children were first diagnosed, the kindly experts told me that they were unable to give me an accurate prognosis for the boys’ future. Being of a fundamentally pessimistic nature, I took this to mean that the future was dire. Being of a fundamentally contrary nature, I also set out to prove them wrong. As a direct result, I have actually inadvertently proved that they were right.



I should have listened to my pal, "It's all Okay," not "look through a glass darkly." Suffice to say that this is a tremendous leap forward.






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Sunday, October 12, 2008

Magic Marker Best shot Monday



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The artist at work! [Elder daughter]





Whilst she worked late into the night on her latest project, I was inspired to scribble a quick cartoon to my son. I left one at the foot of the stairs where I knew he would see it.




I left the other seleotaped over the computer screen, just to make sure that he received my message.




By the time I staggered down the stairs at 5:25 a.m. I was greeted with his own rendition.




This from my neophobic.

Oh the irony!




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p.s. it may be that you are also interested in entering the "What are you Like?" competition endorsed by Roald Dahl, where you enter pictures that represent significant elements of your life. My "elder daughter" has her entry. I have "mine." We're hoping to persuade my younger daughter to participate too. Now what do you suppose we need to do to persuade "Nonna" to join in? Three generations of women seems like a good idea.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Horrid Henry Annual Review by Francesca Simon


Annual "Review" - Horrid Henry by Francesca Simon, illustrated by Tony Ross

The great thing about a blog isn’t the "memories" but accurate "20-20" recall. Not so long back the primary swear words around here were 'Barnacles' and 'Fishpaste,' from Spongebob Squarepant.

I listen to my American children and their strong accents as they abuse each other.
“Don do dat Poopy head!”
“Leave it out Nappy face!”
“Worm!”
“Pongo pants.”
“Yur mean.”
“Yur a Walkie-Talkie-Burpy-Slurpy-Teasy-Weasy Doll!”
“That’s it you two ! Stop being horrid!

Thanks for the accompanying CD mum. It really helps with their aural processing. You'll be delighted to know that they now swear with perfect English accents.

Friday, October 10, 2008

The Ghost of Garfield?




Slurping Life




I stand in the middle of the kitchen listening to NPR tell me that my brain, just like everyone else’s brain is incapable of multi-tasking. I happen to agree with them even though my behaviour betrays me. The implication, is that people positively choose to multi-task, rather than having multi-tasking thrust upon them. Personally, I can think of few things finer than having the luxury to devote all my attention to just one thing.


Maybe I should pass the message on to the next generation.


I know he likes to read these........







I know he likes to ride this.........






But rarely have I seen the two combined so determinedly.





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Thursday, October 09, 2008

Opposites attract - a snippet

My ‘silent’ son has a sudden burst of chat. I beam as he chats, as it’s one of those monologues that I don’t want to staunch. Interruption generally equates to stall. I know more facts about Pokemons that I could ever once imagined. I am so impressed with his ability to sit stationary on a chair whilst his legs pump beneath him, a performance worthy of any cyclist on the Tour de France. As he chats his fingers shred the paper on the wax crayons and snap their little necks into fragments as the words flow in an endless stream. My facility of speech seems positively feeble by comparison. If any parts of my anatomy were as busily frenetic as his, I should have no choice but to remain silent.






Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Thursday 13 - 165 Spotting the evidence



Thirteen Things about spotting incriminating evidence



1. I know who stole the Sharpie pen, the evidence is written permanently on his face.
2. I know who unraveled the toilet rolls from the partial square stuck on his foot.
3. I know who hid the toothbrush, next time hide your sister’s.
4. I know you can use scissors now because of the evidence in the trash.
5. I know who was on U-tube as you have a history.
6. I know who has a secret wound and who was brave, from the Band aid wrapper, the scissors and the blood.
7. I know who can use their brakes from the squashed tomatoes in your bike tyres.
8. I know who read after lights out, from the Garfield quotes this morning.
9. I know where you got that phrase from, because I checked your U-tube history.
10. I know who cut off the shoe laces and why. Full marks for using the trash.
11. I know who stole the chocolate, a pity it was the baking variety.
12. I know who failed to flush the toilet from the footprints on the seat, one size does not fit all.
13. I know who have a "sweetheart" and I even know her "name." Next time use a pencil, as love can often fade, Tattoos do not.

I'd add a photo, but the evidence on the culprit has been scrubbed with soap and water! I need a CSI to check the red patch for trace.


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Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Wordless - Special Exposure Wednesday

5 Minutes for Special Needs



Do the math! Who needs words?


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= 3




I do have some words over at my other site, "Alien in a foreign field" called "GMT"




If you enjoy caption competitions and photographs, you may wish to nip along to"DJ Kirkby" over at "Chez Aspie" and test your brain power.

Monday, October 06, 2008

Tackle it Tuesday – freshen up



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Several kindly persons have seen fit to remark about the vast quantities of art work that bedeck the walls of our family room, but to all things, there is a season.



Every summer at the end of school, I remove them all, pack them up into a bundle for each child and pop them in the attic. This is why the attic is not only a fire hazard but in danger of collapsing in upon us all.

Hence, I decided that the room was in need of a makeover, an inexpensive one in line with my frugal Scottish heritage.

Some me time in August the art work was subject to the annual bundle and my naked filthy walls were revealed. The tide line above the L-shaped sectional couch was all too obvious. The art work was first attached to the wall to hide the original tide line as well as multifarious cracks and holes. I had no choice but to get busy with the 409, a scrubbing brush and a Mr.Muscle Eraser for the truly desperate.

Once the wall were clean, or at least cleaner, they also seemed stark and cold, not an ideal vision for a family room. However, as always, Target came to the rescue with a dozen dollar box frames. I slipped a new art project into each one and mounted them on the walls with push pins at strategic points. Strategic points are perfect for achieving that ecletic look and far easier than attempting a straight line. Because they are so light there was no need to fight with tools and ‘beam detectors’ buried in the garage or hidden with spurious spousal care.

So have a go and transform a dingy wall.

Here endeth the tackle.



Here starteth the true tackle.





It was my children’s habit to run along the top of the sofa, before leaping onto the trampolene and then back onto the sectional for another circuit. Should anyone be wondering why any sane person should permit such disgraceful behaiour in their own home I would respectfully point out that ‘self regulation’ is a beautiful thing and infinitely preferable to any number of far more egregious behaviours.

This wasn’t behaviour I was anxious to curb, merely contain in one room.

No, the true tackle was the transition. Which transition? The removal of their art work, the change in the appearance of their tatty but homey, family room. They had coped well with their sister’s "bedroom transformation," but the family room would be more personal.

Those walls were buried but it started innocently enough. Bear in mind that the boys both abhorred anything remotely resembling a writing tool and one loathed the texture of paper. As a result the half a dozen pictures on the wall were my daughter’s cheerful enthusiasms. A delightful collection of sunny days and cute animals. Nothing from the boys.

This is why their first tentative efforts, not matter how mangled, no matter how babyish, years later than might have otherwise been the case, were works to be celebrated. Not art but real tough graft.

At first there were only a few but as the weeks and months passed there were more. What started with the occasional and reluctant daub, became more frequent. Each and every one was added to the wall. Layer upon layer, it grew and grew and so did they.

I could tell you about the first time my son accepted a genuine compliment from me without a meltdown. I could tell you about the first time he gave a genuine compliment to his brother, without prompting. So many tiny huge steplets piled higher and higher.

Over time, they too began to appreciate their efforts and take pride in them, as we did. Hence to strip it all away would be a monumental transition. I had warned them about the plan when they left for school. I had warned them that when they returned it would all be different. I dreaded bringing them home as I feared that this would be too much and too soon, that I would be unable to repair the damage. Many of our fears are exaggerated, as experience has taught us to expect the unexpected from the ordinary. Many of our fears are unwarranted, but we have learned to be hyper-vigilant ourselves, to anticipate pitfalls and adopt a whole host of coping strategies.

It is to their credit that the change was adopted, welcomed and celebrated.

An over protective parent may seek to wrap up their children in cotton wool, but next time I think I’ll try wallpaper.




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Sunday, October 05, 2008

Best Shot Monday

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A grey reflective day, but only for some!

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Cheers dears

Saturday, October 04, 2008

all dogs have ADHD by Kathy Hoopmann - A Review



From "Jessica Kingsley Publishers"

Eye candy with a message:-

Whether you are fan of Anne Geddes or not, Ms. Hoopmann’s book achieves a similar result. Babies are beautiful and between "3 and 5 percent" of them are likely to be diagnosed with ADHD.

Interestingly, Ms. Hoopman provides a brief introduction to her second volume following "all cats have asperger syndrome," where she describes some common elements of the ADHA spectrum. What follows is a delightful romp, high lighting those factors in a whimsical manner through the device of a dog’s perspective. This book provides an excellent spring board to facilitate open discussion and intimacy about a difficult subject, for both parents and children alike, without threat.

Criticisms:-

1. It’s too expensive.

True but that’s because it’s a hardback. The 72 pages work out to the equivalent to 3 days of your routine Café Lattes but the effects last a lot longer and won’t give you a buzz. You can always wait for the soft back or support your local library.

2. How will it help with autism?

It won’t, it’s about ADHD, remember! Please try harder to keep all pertinent facts available in your working memory simultaneously. However, an ADHD diagnosis is often co-morbid with autism. Think of it as a selection box of chocolates. You can pick and choose your favourites, and leave the hard candy for someone else.

3. The photographs fail to meet expectations.

Well now I’m just being picky. I’m no photographer, so I shall restrain myself. I had no specific expectations so that appear to be perfectly fit for their purpose.

4. The captions and text are too generalized. They could apply to anyone and everyone.

True. I think it is essential to avoid any possibility of common ground, level playing fields and empathy. More importantly, I’m getting ahead of myself. Never flip pages or speed read. Always pay close attention to the introduction first, where Ms. Hoopmann specifically draws our attention to the spectrum nature of the disorder. Now lets try and keep focused.

5. Curiously, I do have a genuine criticism.

There are many different breeds of dog illustrated in the book. They are not labeled. My knowledge of dog breeds is basic. As a result, I have been plagued with questions about breeds and species. Strangely, there were no similar questions about cat breeds in “All Cats have Asperger’s,” but that is probably merely an indication of my children’s increasing willingness to speak. Maybe the next printing will address this omission, so that we can concentrate on the message and content rather than categories. Rest assured that only the tiniest of fonts and the briefest of descriptions would be needed, just like the codes on the papers of all test sheets for evaluations.

My second criticism would be by way of apology to all dog owners in advance. Very shortly my children will be accosting people and there dogs with the following question:- “is it a mut?” This is entirely my fault. One quick slip of the tongue and now we are stuck in the myre. I promise to put, ‘research dog breeds,’ on my ‘to do’ list.

Clearly it would be wrong to speculate about the author’s motivations. Perhaps she wants to ease the path for those newly diagnosed, their families and personal circle? Maybe, she would like to make the topic ADHA more socially acceptable for a broader audience? Possibly, other spectra may also benefit, incidentally. I can think of a great many other diagnoses in DSM IV that might also warrant a boost in the national psyche. I am of the genuine opinion, without a shred of supporting evidence, that Ms. Hoopman is out to change the world by stealth and humour. If so, she can bark up my tree any time.

Who knows what animal shall be next, but I wish Ms. Loopman luck in finding another good match.

I suspect that “all dogs have ADHD” failed to hold my attention as much as it’s
"predecessor." This might be because I am subject to a cat bias, but there again, it may also be because 72 pages can be quite a challenge for some,………….. now I’ve gotta dash as I’m sure there’s something[s] I need to do, although I’m not sure which one, or two, or three....... and I’m positive I was in the middle of something,....... although I can’t remember what it was,........ but I won’t be a "dog" in the "manger."

For future reference, please note that I shall not post negative opinions of any book. This is why my reviews are so few and far between.

Could also be that 72 pages is about my limited limit.

Cheers dears

 
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