My daughter was having a pillow fight with my son, husband and me tonight. She wanted to be the referee and hand out points for well-placed pillow hits. I don’t know how she was figuring who got what for points because I was making sure my husband and son weren’t going to win just because they’d decided to gang up on me. And that’s when it happened.
My daughter was in the frog position she squats in frequently. I quickly bent down to grab a recently landed pillow and at the same time she launched into the air and clocked me right on the edge of my left eye orbit.
We both fell to the ground with me making some loud painful sound and holding my face while she did that long pause before launching into a fit of crying. My son went downstairs to get ice packs and my husband came over to look at me.
Tonight it wasn’t my daughter that got the hematoma, it was me. It grew to about a firm grape-sized knot on my face. I took some pictures and I looked like a Klingon without all the makeup. Three minutes later my daughter was fine.
I called my chiropractor and asked what I needed to do. He told me where to prod (around the orbit) and since that didn’t make me scream like a little girl he said it was probably not broken. He gave me some icing advice and had me prod around in another spot at the base of the back of my skull and when I told him it hurt where he predicted it would as a result of the collision he told me to come see him tomorrow and he’d fix it. So now I’m icing per his directions, not carrying furniture from the basement to the attic tonight and going to bed soon.
The Big Boy Update: My son bought home a bear from his visit with Nana and Papa this past weekend. He has been all about this bear that looks like the traditional Teddy Bear wearing a blue shirt bearing the phrase, “Home Sweet Home”. My son told me last night, “I wish my bear was alive.” We talked about the movie Pinocchio for a bit.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter has been interested in fire drills due to the practice runs they’ve had at her new school. She asked me, “why don’t we have fire drills at home?” Then she wanted to know to know, “What about our cars?” But the most distressing thing to her was If we have a fire in our house and it burns down, we would get out and leave our belongings behind. I explained we could always get more things, but there was only one of her. She got more upset asking, “but will we have to get new iPads because I like how my case feels.”
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Sight Reading Braille
My daughter is doing very well with braille in some ways. This afternoon she wanted to work on the new brailler they sent home from school. She can type her name surprisingly fast, which is interesting to see because a brailler doesn’t work like a regular typewriter does.
There are six dots in a braille “cell” in an arrangement of two columns of three dots each. To type a letter or symbol you press the keys associated with the dots you want at the same time. The dots are numbered one through six in an order you have to get used to because it’s not left to right but instead is 3,2,1 <space key> 4, 5, 6. Once you understand how those numbers “swing” or translate from a straight line into the rectangular shape of the “cell” it makes a lot of sense, but it takes a while to get your mind around that translation not unlike what you have to do when reading music notes and matching that to keys on a piano.
Watching someone type on a brailler is a lot like what it looks like to my untrained eye when someone is using a shorthand typewriter—in other words, foreign. This is mostly because instead of pressing one key at a time like you do on a traditional keyboard, you press a combination of keys at the same time. And yet my daughter can type her name and other things very quickly. She can also tell you things like, ‘r’ is 1,2,3,5 and what to do to indicate a capital letter or a number. And she can verify if what she’s typed is indeed what she was aiming for. But she can’t read braille well yet.
And I don’t have any complaints because I can’t either. I’ve been told it’s quite challenging to learn to effectively read braille as an adult with any speed or proficiency. I was thinking I was getting fairly good at reading braille until I had a realization the other day. Yes, I can read the dots and with a little cheat chart I keep in our living room I can figure out what each letter is. I even know a few of the letters without having to refer to the chart. But I’ve been cheating.
I’m cheating because I’m not “reading” the braille, I’m “seeing” the braille. I’m looking at the piece of paper and using my eyes I can see what the dot combinations are and I’m mapping that to the corresponding letters. Using my fingers to truly read the braille is another thing altogether. Today on the way home from school my daughter was handing me flash cards with letters, seeing if I could tell what the letter was, admonishing me to not look, only to feel. I took the card into my lap and tried to discern with my fingers alone which dots were on the card. And I was failing.
I got a good bit of them, asking her, “what letter is 1,2,3?” But there were times I couldn’t even tell how many dots were there. I’d hand the card back, asking her if there were two or three dots on the card and that I thought there were only two. She’d laugh and tell me no, there were three and then be happy she knew something I didn’t know.
Reading braille is a lot harder than seeing braille.
The Big Boy Update: It has been established that my son is, not unlike other children his age, obsessed with Minecraft. In that vein, this past weekend while the children were at Nana and Papa’s we got a text from Nana saying, “your son is too much. He wants me to tell him how the very first cow was spawned. Where does he get these ideas?”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter has not only accepted that eye drops happen a lot, she’s even gotten interested in making sure they happen. She has her own knock knock joke about it. She’s done this for almost a week now. She’ll say, “knock knock” to which I answer, “who’s there?” She’ll say, “eyeballs”. Then I ask, “eyeballs who?” and then she laughs and says, “we forgot to do eyedrops!”
There are six dots in a braille “cell” in an arrangement of two columns of three dots each. To type a letter or symbol you press the keys associated with the dots you want at the same time. The dots are numbered one through six in an order you have to get used to because it’s not left to right but instead is 3,2,1 <space key> 4, 5, 6. Once you understand how those numbers “swing” or translate from a straight line into the rectangular shape of the “cell” it makes a lot of sense, but it takes a while to get your mind around that translation not unlike what you have to do when reading music notes and matching that to keys on a piano.
Watching someone type on a brailler is a lot like what it looks like to my untrained eye when someone is using a shorthand typewriter—in other words, foreign. This is mostly because instead of pressing one key at a time like you do on a traditional keyboard, you press a combination of keys at the same time. And yet my daughter can type her name and other things very quickly. She can also tell you things like, ‘r’ is 1,2,3,5 and what to do to indicate a capital letter or a number. And she can verify if what she’s typed is indeed what she was aiming for. But she can’t read braille well yet.
And I don’t have any complaints because I can’t either. I’ve been told it’s quite challenging to learn to effectively read braille as an adult with any speed or proficiency. I was thinking I was getting fairly good at reading braille until I had a realization the other day. Yes, I can read the dots and with a little cheat chart I keep in our living room I can figure out what each letter is. I even know a few of the letters without having to refer to the chart. But I’ve been cheating.
I’m cheating because I’m not “reading” the braille, I’m “seeing” the braille. I’m looking at the piece of paper and using my eyes I can see what the dot combinations are and I’m mapping that to the corresponding letters. Using my fingers to truly read the braille is another thing altogether. Today on the way home from school my daughter was handing me flash cards with letters, seeing if I could tell what the letter was, admonishing me to not look, only to feel. I took the card into my lap and tried to discern with my fingers alone which dots were on the card. And I was failing.
I got a good bit of them, asking her, “what letter is 1,2,3?” But there were times I couldn’t even tell how many dots were there. I’d hand the card back, asking her if there were two or three dots on the card and that I thought there were only two. She’d laugh and tell me no, there were three and then be happy she knew something I didn’t know.
Reading braille is a lot harder than seeing braille.
The Big Boy Update: It has been established that my son is, not unlike other children his age, obsessed with Minecraft. In that vein, this past weekend while the children were at Nana and Papa’s we got a text from Nana saying, “your son is too much. He wants me to tell him how the very first cow was spawned. Where does he get these ideas?”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter has not only accepted that eye drops happen a lot, she’s even gotten interested in making sure they happen. She has her own knock knock joke about it. She’s done this for almost a week now. She’ll say, “knock knock” to which I answer, “who’s there?” She’ll say, “eyeballs”. Then I ask, “eyeballs who?” and then she laughs and says, “we forgot to do eyedrops!”
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
The Piano Predicament
My daughter and son visited my in-laws this past weekend. My daughter has been enjoying playing their piano and they’ve offered it to us in the past but we’ve never accepted. My mother has also offered her piano but we’ve declined as well because we didn’t have a spot we thought would work and we were having a lot of musical success with our keyboard which is much easier to move around.
This time, after seeing a video my father-in-law took of my daughter we decided to take them up on their offer. Yesterday I made a call to a mover we work with in our real estate business and today they went to my in-law’s town to pick up the piano. We rearranged the bonus room on our second floor in preparation for the arrival of the piano this afternoon and I got advice from our music therapist on the best wall to place the piano for sound and tuning purposes.
They arrived and we ran into a problem—it wouldn’t make the turn up the stairs. We have two stairs, the front being wood and the back being carpet. They said the piano was so heavy it would mar the wood stairs badly and could even break them. So we were stuck, literally, with a piano that could really only go one place—a wall in our basement my husband and I hadn’t wanted to put it. That, our our mechanical room which we’re currently redoing to make it more of a room instead of a mechanical/stuff storage room.
We didn’t want to put it in the mechanical, soon to be game and workshop room, for multiple reasons. This left the wall in the basement we weren’t keen on. Only the movers couldn’t bring the piano down the outside of the house because the grass was wet and the moving cart would sink into the grass. So now we have a piano sitting in a humid and hot garage, which is definitely not ideal.
We debated our options. We could send the piano back to my in-laws or we could put it in the basement in the mechanical room or the wall of the basement main living area. We dithered. The movers left and the company owner called to make sure were weren’t mad at them, which we most certainly were not. It wasn’t their fault the piano couldn’t make the turn up the stairs. The owner was most gracious, offering to take the piano back to my in-laws for free.
After some discussion my husband and I decided to put the piano in that spot we initially hadn’t wanted it, moving the pinball machine in the location now into the soon to be game room. So now we’re off to get large sheets of plywood which we’ll use for the walls in the mechanical room later but for now will be the hard surface on which the piano will be rolled down the hill into our basement entrance doors. All that will happen on Friday.
For now. my daughter doesn’t seem to mind the piano being in the garage—it hasn’t stopped her from playing it since it arrived.
The Big Boy Update: My son came out of the bedroom after I put them to sleep for the night. He was upset. He said he didn’t want dad and me to become grandparents. He didn’t want go grow up and he wanted someone to invent a pill to prevent parents from becoming grandparents. I suggested he could work on that as an invention. He went back to bed thinking about how he might solve this “problem”.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter is doing very well in everything at school. She’s excelling in fact, except for one area. She isn’t reading braille with her fingers well. She can type braille very well with the brailler, but her fingers aren’t recognizing the letters as she runs them over the paper. So we have homework and they’re working on this one part as well at school.
This time, after seeing a video my father-in-law took of my daughter we decided to take them up on their offer. Yesterday I made a call to a mover we work with in our real estate business and today they went to my in-law’s town to pick up the piano. We rearranged the bonus room on our second floor in preparation for the arrival of the piano this afternoon and I got advice from our music therapist on the best wall to place the piano for sound and tuning purposes.
They arrived and we ran into a problem—it wouldn’t make the turn up the stairs. We have two stairs, the front being wood and the back being carpet. They said the piano was so heavy it would mar the wood stairs badly and could even break them. So we were stuck, literally, with a piano that could really only go one place—a wall in our basement my husband and I hadn’t wanted to put it. That, our our mechanical room which we’re currently redoing to make it more of a room instead of a mechanical/stuff storage room.
We didn’t want to put it in the mechanical, soon to be game and workshop room, for multiple reasons. This left the wall in the basement we weren’t keen on. Only the movers couldn’t bring the piano down the outside of the house because the grass was wet and the moving cart would sink into the grass. So now we have a piano sitting in a humid and hot garage, which is definitely not ideal.
We debated our options. We could send the piano back to my in-laws or we could put it in the basement in the mechanical room or the wall of the basement main living area. We dithered. The movers left and the company owner called to make sure were weren’t mad at them, which we most certainly were not. It wasn’t their fault the piano couldn’t make the turn up the stairs. The owner was most gracious, offering to take the piano back to my in-laws for free.
After some discussion my husband and I decided to put the piano in that spot we initially hadn’t wanted it, moving the pinball machine in the location now into the soon to be game room. So now we’re off to get large sheets of plywood which we’ll use for the walls in the mechanical room later but for now will be the hard surface on which the piano will be rolled down the hill into our basement entrance doors. All that will happen on Friday.
For now. my daughter doesn’t seem to mind the piano being in the garage—it hasn’t stopped her from playing it since it arrived.
The Big Boy Update: My son came out of the bedroom after I put them to sleep for the night. He was upset. He said he didn’t want dad and me to become grandparents. He didn’t want go grow up and he wanted someone to invent a pill to prevent parents from becoming grandparents. I suggested he could work on that as an invention. He went back to bed thinking about how he might solve this “problem”.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter is doing very well in everything at school. She’s excelling in fact, except for one area. She isn’t reading braille with her fingers well. She can type braille very well with the brailler, but her fingers aren’t recognizing the letters as she runs them over the paper. So we have homework and they’re working on this one part as well at school.
Monday, August 28, 2017
Crying Over Change
My children do not like change. It doesn’t matter what it is, regardless of how exciting or beneficial it might be to them, if it involves changes in something they like, they against it.
Let me give you an example. My children had just visited Nana and Papa for the weekend in Pinehurst. They had returned home yesterday and before my in-laws left we all went out to dinner. I told my children while we were on the way to dinner that they should tell Nana and Papa they wanted them to move to our town so we could see them more often.
They love their grandparents and I would have thought the idea of having them in town all the time would be an exciting one and a cute thing for my children to ask but it backfired. We almost arrived at the restaurant with two bawling children who were simply imagining the horror of Nana and Papa living anywhere other than where they lived now. My daughter said, “I don’t want them to move from Pinehurst. I love their boat. Does their boat have wheels?” My son explained that boats could have wheels but then got upset saying he didn’t want them to move either.
“Well guys, they’re not moving", I said. But I’d triggered them and there wasn’t much to do other than wait for them move on from the subject, something that quickly happened when we got out of the car.
Here’s another example from today: my daughter simply loves playing the piano. She spent a lot of time on Nana’s piano this past weekend and when we got home she asked us if we’d like to have her piano for our house here. Phone calls were made and tomorrow (through some fluke of scheduling) we’re having their piano moved to our house.
Today my husband and I rearranged the bonus room to make space for the piano. The room is largely the same but some things had to be moved out and some relocated. When my daughter got home from school today I took her upstairs and let her see/feel what had changed in the room. Then I told her what was going to arrive tomorrow from Nana and Papa’s house. And she cried. She liked the room the way it was arranged before. What would Nana and Papa do without their piano? What would she play on when she when went to visit them? Where did the keyboard go? And she didn’t like the new location of the table. My son’s reaction was much the same save the crying.
When the piano arrives they will love it, I am sure. It’s the change part that’s hard for them.
The Big Boy Update: My son was playing Minecraft for the last day of his summer vacation. Digital goes away at the start of school tomorrow except weekends. He was doing some pretty neat stuff though and he asked dad to come over and see his creations. One of them was doing a strange flashing thing which he said was, “kind of glitchy”. My favorite was a maze he made out of doors. You walked through the maze normally until you stepped on pressure plates he’d placed around in various spots. When you did this doors would open or close on you, forcing you to find a different path out.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter had a rough day today. There must have been some problems with the school transportation. We know her regular driver was in the hospital last week. She was picked up late but by a very nice driver we’ve never met before. And then we realized she hadn’t arrived at school. She didn’t get to school until l0:21. Then she wasn’t picked up until an hour after school let out and didn’t get home until after 6:00. So there were issues. The driver today was very, very nice but she had been given too much to do in one day and it just couldn’t be done in a reasonable time.
Let me give you an example. My children had just visited Nana and Papa for the weekend in Pinehurst. They had returned home yesterday and before my in-laws left we all went out to dinner. I told my children while we were on the way to dinner that they should tell Nana and Papa they wanted them to move to our town so we could see them more often.
They love their grandparents and I would have thought the idea of having them in town all the time would be an exciting one and a cute thing for my children to ask but it backfired. We almost arrived at the restaurant with two bawling children who were simply imagining the horror of Nana and Papa living anywhere other than where they lived now. My daughter said, “I don’t want them to move from Pinehurst. I love their boat. Does their boat have wheels?” My son explained that boats could have wheels but then got upset saying he didn’t want them to move either.
“Well guys, they’re not moving", I said. But I’d triggered them and there wasn’t much to do other than wait for them move on from the subject, something that quickly happened when we got out of the car.
Here’s another example from today: my daughter simply loves playing the piano. She spent a lot of time on Nana’s piano this past weekend and when we got home she asked us if we’d like to have her piano for our house here. Phone calls were made and tomorrow (through some fluke of scheduling) we’re having their piano moved to our house.
Today my husband and I rearranged the bonus room to make space for the piano. The room is largely the same but some things had to be moved out and some relocated. When my daughter got home from school today I took her upstairs and let her see/feel what had changed in the room. Then I told her what was going to arrive tomorrow from Nana and Papa’s house. And she cried. She liked the room the way it was arranged before. What would Nana and Papa do without their piano? What would she play on when she when went to visit them? Where did the keyboard go? And she didn’t like the new location of the table. My son’s reaction was much the same save the crying.
When the piano arrives they will love it, I am sure. It’s the change part that’s hard for them.
The Big Boy Update: My son was playing Minecraft for the last day of his summer vacation. Digital goes away at the start of school tomorrow except weekends. He was doing some pretty neat stuff though and he asked dad to come over and see his creations. One of them was doing a strange flashing thing which he said was, “kind of glitchy”. My favorite was a maze he made out of doors. You walked through the maze normally until you stepped on pressure plates he’d placed around in various spots. When you did this doors would open or close on you, forcing you to find a different path out.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter had a rough day today. There must have been some problems with the school transportation. We know her regular driver was in the hospital last week. She was picked up late but by a very nice driver we’ve never met before. And then we realized she hadn’t arrived at school. She didn’t get to school until l0:21. Then she wasn’t picked up until an hour after school let out and didn’t get home until after 6:00. So there were issues. The driver today was very, very nice but she had been given too much to do in one day and it just couldn’t be done in a reasonable time.
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Accommodations
My daughter has a lot of accommodations in school to help her due to her vision impairment. As one of her teachers said, “she isn’t handicapped, she has a sensory impairment. She’s very mentally capable if we can just present her the information in a format she can consume.”
And we’re starting to see how that’s playing out in the materials she’s bringing home. For instance, the class has sets of “sight words” they’re working on each week. If my daughter could see the large bold letters I can guarantee you she would recognize the patterns and know the words easily, especially after seeing letters all her life. But since she can’t see and can’t read faster than one letter at a time—in braille which she’s learning—she’s having a longer time learning initially.
Her teachers realized she’s guessing and not really reading the words so they’ve backtracked her to get a better foundation. From a braille typing perspective, she can type the letters and make the words, she’s just having some challenges reading the letters with her fingers. And heck, folks, I can’t read them myself. I can read the braille words faster by visually looking at the little raised dots, but my fingers are completely lost. We’re not worried though; once she’s able to read with her fingers she’s going to easily catch back up.
Another accommodation is in the materials the students are doing that can’t be seen by my daughter in the traditional way. Here’s an example:
And we’re starting to see how that’s playing out in the materials she’s bringing home. For instance, the class has sets of “sight words” they’re working on each week. If my daughter could see the large bold letters I can guarantee you she would recognize the patterns and know the words easily, especially after seeing letters all her life. But since she can’t see and can’t read faster than one letter at a time—in braille which she’s learning—she’s having a longer time learning initially.
Her teachers realized she’s guessing and not really reading the words so they’ve backtracked her to get a better foundation. From a braille typing perspective, she can type the letters and make the words, she’s just having some challenges reading the letters with her fingers. And heck, folks, I can’t read them myself. I can read the braille words faster by visually looking at the little raised dots, but my fingers are completely lost. We’re not worried though; once she’s able to read with her fingers she’s going to easily catch back up.
Another accommodation is in the materials the students are doing that can’t be seen by my daughter in the traditional way. Here’s an example:
This is to work on fine motor skills with writing/drawing. My daughter would be great at this if she could see because she holds a pencil/crayon properly from her Montessori school years, but since she can’t see it the following was prepared for her by her in-classroom VI teacher:
It’s hard to see, but the teacher has recreated the triangles and squares in braille dots and surrounded each section with a braille dot rectangle. Then she’s used a bright contrasting marker to outline the shapes. My daughter had to feel for the dots with her right hand and then draw along them with her left hand (she’s left-handed). This is tricker than it sounds and my daughter can draw much better than it would appear from the above, but she was learning to follow lines in this work.
The page you see above is one of many such accommodations we see come home each week. It’s very impressive how much time goes into helping my daughter, and we are grateful for all of it.
The Big Boy Update: We went to a sushi restaurant tonight. My son had a bowl of white rice with his meal and in it he found a very tiny fish bone. And he was excited. He held on to it the entire meal and he wanted to know if he could take it home with him. My husband’s putting the children to bed right now but I wouldn’t be surprised to find out he’s taken it to bed and is still holding on to it in the morning.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My children got home today from visiting with Nana and Papa for the weekend. When they came into the house we told them there was a lemonade stand around the corner. My daughter was quite excited to go. We told her we had to find some quarters before we could walk over, but this wasn’t fast enough for her. She complained loudly, “come on, I’m not patient!”
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Glabella
Remember when I broke my face visiting my brother- and sister-in-law in New Jersey? The spot I cut (all the way to my brain as my husband exaggeratingly declared) is in-between my eyebrows or technically known as the glabella. Technically it’s the “smooth part above and between the eyebrows” and mine isn’t so smooth anymore.
This is due in part to age and wrinkle lines I have from squinting or frowning and laughing. It’s also due to that nasty cut. But it’s getting better. I’ve been keeping it covered with a steristrip most of the time and I’m starting to work on breaking up the scar tissue by aggressively rubbing it now that the wound part has healed. I’m putting other things on it to reduce scaring. Overall considering it’s been less than a month since the injury, it’s looking fairly good.
We didn’t get a picture of the cut the night of, but from what I can tell from pictures two days later it’s going to be all right. There is a question of the alignment of tissues and I’m wondering how noticeable the scar will be in a year or two, but I’m working on minimizing it as much as I can because I don’t want to scare off young children and puppies.
The Big Boy Update: My daughter has the #2 cubby in her class. My brother was excited for her and said so by saying, “first is the worst…” The remainder of the little rhyme is “…second is the best, third is the one with the treasure chest.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter had breakfast this morning with Hermione, her favorite plush toy (stuffed animal). My mother-in-law sent a picture with her happily eating her breakfast beside Hermione. They each had a plate of food. I noticed Hermione chose a healthy breakfast of fruit.
This is due in part to age and wrinkle lines I have from squinting or frowning and laughing. It’s also due to that nasty cut. But it’s getting better. I’ve been keeping it covered with a steristrip most of the time and I’m starting to work on breaking up the scar tissue by aggressively rubbing it now that the wound part has healed. I’m putting other things on it to reduce scaring. Overall considering it’s been less than a month since the injury, it’s looking fairly good.
We didn’t get a picture of the cut the night of, but from what I can tell from pictures two days later it’s going to be all right. There is a question of the alignment of tissues and I’m wondering how noticeable the scar will be in a year or two, but I’m working on minimizing it as much as I can because I don’t want to scare off young children and puppies.
The Big Boy Update: My daughter has the #2 cubby in her class. My brother was excited for her and said so by saying, “first is the worst…” The remainder of the little rhyme is “…second is the best, third is the one with the treasure chest.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter had breakfast this morning with Hermione, her favorite plush toy (stuffed animal). My mother-in-law sent a picture with her happily eating her breakfast beside Hermione. They each had a plate of food. I noticed Hermione chose a healthy breakfast of fruit.
Friday, August 25, 2017
Home Alone
My in-laws came to get my children for the weekend. They wanted to have some time to spend with the children without us. My husband and I were pretty upset about it. We didn’t want them to leave. We were sad. Okay, you know I’m lying, right?
My in-laws got to the house at almost the same time as my daughter got home from school and within the half-hour they were gone. We’ve gotten pictures with a neighbor’s dog sitting on their laps and my children smiling very big smiles indeed.
Back here at home my husband made dinner for us and we realized half-way through dinner we’d had an entire conversation without being interrupted. I had forgotten what that was like.
I’d like to say we have big plans for the weekend but it’s mostly getting things done we’ve been meaning to get done. Both my husband and I have had a summer cough/cold with him having the worst of it.
So get caught up on relaxing. And enjoy the silence of the house. Sounds like a great weekend to to me.
The Big Boy Update: A few weeks ago my son would travel all over the house with his iPad, even though he wasn’t allowed to. Then we made some rules and he’s only allowed to have it in one place now—on the sofa. It took several times losing the iPad for this to become habit with him but he’s got it down now as the iPad never goes anywhere anymore.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter knows that the numbers one through zero in braille correspond to the letters a through j. The way you know it’s a number is the letter is preceded by an, “in-der-kay-ter” (indicator) as my daughter calls it.
My in-laws got to the house at almost the same time as my daughter got home from school and within the half-hour they were gone. We’ve gotten pictures with a neighbor’s dog sitting on their laps and my children smiling very big smiles indeed.
Back here at home my husband made dinner for us and we realized half-way through dinner we’d had an entire conversation without being interrupted. I had forgotten what that was like.
I’d like to say we have big plans for the weekend but it’s mostly getting things done we’ve been meaning to get done. Both my husband and I have had a summer cough/cold with him having the worst of it.
So get caught up on relaxing. And enjoy the silence of the house. Sounds like a great weekend to to me.
The Big Boy Update: A few weeks ago my son would travel all over the house with his iPad, even though he wasn’t allowed to. Then we made some rules and he’s only allowed to have it in one place now—on the sofa. It took several times losing the iPad for this to become habit with him but he’s got it down now as the iPad never goes anywhere anymore.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter knows that the numbers one through zero in braille correspond to the letters a through j. The way you know it’s a number is the letter is preceded by an, “in-der-kay-ter” (indicator) as my daughter calls it.
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