I like every season. It seems to have taken a while but I think Fall may actually be here to stay. I’ve been happy about it because that means I can wear some of the fall clothes I have, including a few new things. There’s nothing like bringing in a new season with a new outfit to wear. But the change in temperature and amount of garments worn to match, tends to give me fits for the beginning of the season.
I’m commonly cold, so I wear warm clothes. I go outside and it’s cold which is fine because I’m dressed for the temperature. But I’m not accustomed to the colder temperature so I get cold. Then I get in the car or go inside a building and the heat is on and I get overly hot because I’m now overdressed. Leather boots and socks are great in cold weather but are stifling indoors. It just feels like a temperature roller coaster to my body for the first month or so into fall.
The one fall day I hope will be mild—warm even—is Halloween. There’s nothing like planning for weeks in advance with a costume, only to find out you’re over or underdressed for the weather on All Hallows Eve. This year though we had very warm weather, which worked out kindly for my children since they were in costumes that would have made both them and the adults cranky had the temperature been twenty degrees cooler.
My daughter was Wonder Woman, a very popular costume this year due to the recent release of the Wonder Woman movie. My son, for reasons I’m not sure, wanted to be the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Specifically he wanted to be an inflatable version of the character. My husband found the costume and Nana, through some tedious and complex sewing, shortened the legs so he could walk without falling down.
My daughter looked stylish and skimpily clad in her red, blue and gold Wonder Woman costume replete with patent red leather knee-high boots. Though she wisely decided her new teal fleece would be a good addition to her outfit considering it was getting a little chilly after dark.
Nana went off with my daughter while Papa went with my son. I’m not sure who my husband went with but he came back and then went out again later. I think they got separated and everyone was busy talking to neighbors. I was in an all-black dress and flowing cape, handing out “Love Potion No. 10” (there being inherent problems with the No. 9 version it turned out). Our friends came over for the third year running so their daughter could go trick-or-treating while they handed out our candy and I made sure no adult went thirsty.
My son got back first and was carefully sorting his candy, removing any with peanuts but telling Papa that almonds were okay. My daughter wasn’t anywhere to be found so my husband went to find them in the car since the streets had mostly cleared. Nana said they were heading home but my daughter kept saying, “just one more house”. Lastly, Dylan made it in and checked the amount of candy she’d collected in her backpack, declaring this year the biggest haul yet at 12.8lbs.
Candy was eaten, bedtimes were missed. Anyone want to guess how cranky the children will be in the morning? It’s only one night of the year—a night I remember more than almost any other from my childhood—so I guess it’s worth it.
The Big Boy Tiny Girl Big Number Conversation: This morning we heard the children talking to Alexa up in their bedroom. I was asking them what they wanted for breakfast, calling up to them from the kitchen. After they responded I heard them talking to Alexa. I asked what they were talking about. As my daughter rounded the stairs into the dining room she said, “we’re talking about really big numbers with Alexa.” They were doing math problems, asking Alexa things like what a million times a million was. I started listening in and heard my son say, “wow, that’s a really big number.”
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Monday, October 30, 2017
Anxiety
I was watching a television series today titled, “Brain Games”. The series through example and explanation tells you how your brain works and why. I’m not really sure if I’m more interested in the how or the why part, but both sides are fairly fascinating.
There are a lot of “play along at home” games to see if you get caught like the majority of the population. In a lot of cases you want to get caught, meaning miss something or be scared by something—because that means your brain is working as it should be.
The episode I was watching today was on fear, which was singular as tomorrow is Halloween. There were multiple ways our brain works to help us determine what should be something to be afraid of. This is a good thing because you want to run away from that snake or dodge off the side of the road from the oncoming car or not drink the strange liquid from the creepy man if it will save your life.
So from the perspective of the show, fear was a good thing, a skill our brain acquires from use and experience. So what about anxiety? Anxiety feels awful and sometimes seems like you can’t escape it. The show defined anxiety as: “a condition where your brain can’t determine weather a situation is a threat or not.”
That’s about the best definition of anxiety that I’ve ever heard, and sums up exactly how I feel when I’m suffering from it. Anxiety is no fun.
The Big Boy Update: My husband and son were working on carving a Creeper pumpkin (character from Minecraft). My husband is pretty good at anything involving fine motor skills and can carve a killer pumpkin. I heard my son say from the kitchen, “dad, are you an artist?”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter was just in from school this afternoon when she asked me, “mom, what does ‘speech’ mean?” I explained it meant that you had something to say to people. She said, “in that case, I have prepared a speech: ’I’m hungry.’”
There are a lot of “play along at home” games to see if you get caught like the majority of the population. In a lot of cases you want to get caught, meaning miss something or be scared by something—because that means your brain is working as it should be.
The episode I was watching today was on fear, which was singular as tomorrow is Halloween. There were multiple ways our brain works to help us determine what should be something to be afraid of. This is a good thing because you want to run away from that snake or dodge off the side of the road from the oncoming car or not drink the strange liquid from the creepy man if it will save your life.
So from the perspective of the show, fear was a good thing, a skill our brain acquires from use and experience. So what about anxiety? Anxiety feels awful and sometimes seems like you can’t escape it. The show defined anxiety as: “a condition where your brain can’t determine weather a situation is a threat or not.”
That’s about the best definition of anxiety that I’ve ever heard, and sums up exactly how I feel when I’m suffering from it. Anxiety is no fun.
The Big Boy Update: My husband and son were working on carving a Creeper pumpkin (character from Minecraft). My husband is pretty good at anything involving fine motor skills and can carve a killer pumpkin. I heard my son say from the kitchen, “dad, are you an artist?”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter was just in from school this afternoon when she asked me, “mom, what does ‘speech’ mean?” I explained it meant that you had something to say to people. She said, “in that case, I have prepared a speech: ’I’m hungry.’”
Sunday, October 29, 2017
The Pink Shoes
I really don’t know name brands for most things. Maybe I’m not an official girl, I don’t know if that’s a thing, but sometimes I feel like I’ve missed out on something I’m suppose to know about or care about.
I was at a donor recognition event last night and there was a mother in front of me listening to our head of school make her speech. She was wearing a little black dress that looked very nice on her tall, slender frame. I looked down and she had on these killer pink high heels with rhinestone straps around her foot and ankle. The outfit was basically the shoes, because once you’d seen them that was the only thing you could look at.
I went up to her after the presentation and told her, “okay, you won the shoe competition tonight, hands down.” She genuinely said thank you and that her husband had bought them. Impressive, a man who buys his wife shoes, I thought. I don’t think my husband would have the interest or inclination to buy me shoes, which is fine by me. Her husband followed up, saying, “her family owns a jewelry store, so I had to come up with a different angle on presents.”
Later that night as I was about to leave I was saying my goodbyes and mentioned again that it was a good thing her feet hadn’t gotten tired and she’d taken off the shoes because I might just have walked out with them. Then one of the teachers spoke up, saying, “my husband noticed how much I liked them and asked me if I wanted a pair for Christmas.” She said she had told him what brand they were and that they were rather out of their price range.
How could she tell from just looking at the shoe on someone? Were these famous shoes that I had no clue about? I don’t even remember the brand name, but it wasn’t one I was familiar with. If this was an isolated event I’d write it off as coincidence but it happens a few times a year, typically with some kind of fashion thing.
Maybe I’m just unfashionable? Actually, I think I’m okay with that.
The Big Boy Update: In the car on the way home from an event yesterday having nothing to do with buckets, my son told us, “buckets are everything. You can use them to carry things. You can use them to climb things. And if there are a bunch of zombies following you, the water’s got you covered.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter said, “gimme some skin. (That means high-five).”
Taper: We ran a half marathon distance of 13.1 miles today. We were in the neighborhood and kept getting interrupted by neighbors but we didn’t want to go into the park because it had rained and was muddy. It was nice to see the neighbors though.
I was at a donor recognition event last night and there was a mother in front of me listening to our head of school make her speech. She was wearing a little black dress that looked very nice on her tall, slender frame. I looked down and she had on these killer pink high heels with rhinestone straps around her foot and ankle. The outfit was basically the shoes, because once you’d seen them that was the only thing you could look at.
I went up to her after the presentation and told her, “okay, you won the shoe competition tonight, hands down.” She genuinely said thank you and that her husband had bought them. Impressive, a man who buys his wife shoes, I thought. I don’t think my husband would have the interest or inclination to buy me shoes, which is fine by me. Her husband followed up, saying, “her family owns a jewelry store, so I had to come up with a different angle on presents.”
Later that night as I was about to leave I was saying my goodbyes and mentioned again that it was a good thing her feet hadn’t gotten tired and she’d taken off the shoes because I might just have walked out with them. Then one of the teachers spoke up, saying, “my husband noticed how much I liked them and asked me if I wanted a pair for Christmas.” She said she had told him what brand they were and that they were rather out of their price range.
How could she tell from just looking at the shoe on someone? Were these famous shoes that I had no clue about? I don’t even remember the brand name, but it wasn’t one I was familiar with. If this was an isolated event I’d write it off as coincidence but it happens a few times a year, typically with some kind of fashion thing.
Maybe I’m just unfashionable? Actually, I think I’m okay with that.
The Big Boy Update: In the car on the way home from an event yesterday having nothing to do with buckets, my son told us, “buckets are everything. You can use them to carry things. You can use them to climb things. And if there are a bunch of zombies following you, the water’s got you covered.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter said, “gimme some skin. (That means high-five).”
Taper: We ran a half marathon distance of 13.1 miles today. We were in the neighborhood and kept getting interrupted by neighbors but we didn’t want to go into the park because it had rained and was muddy. It was nice to see the neighbors though.
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Pumpkins and Prizes
There was an event today called, “Pumpkins and Prizes” hosted at the state school for the blind. My daughter’s VI teachers let us know about it and we just need to say RSVP to attend. Sighted siblings welcome as well. My daughter remembers this event from two years ago. She played in the darkened, “light box” room and was able to see things placed on what looked like an overhead projector type of box and made a pumpkin face on a clear sheet of plastic.
She did other events including painting a pumpkin, decorating a cupcake and not eating the pizza because she was full of cupcake. This year’s event was similar, including pumpkin decorating, cupcake and the not wanting to eat pizza due to the aforementioned cupcake.
My son had a good time as well. He made a nice pumpkin with some skull stickers and drawing work. He also balked at the pizza because there was only cheese and he preferred pepperoni. There was a play doh table that captured my son’s attention for a good while due to all the tools they had available.
The event wasn’t a huge one; it filled up a portion of the moderately-sized cafeteria. There were people at tables representing a company or a charity organization for something related to blindness. We were pleased to run into my daughter’s classmate, Aditi, and her parents. They happily hugged each other and were inseparable for the rest of the time. Inseparable being my daughter asking where Aditi was and us sending her in the right direction as Aditi as more vision and was moving around a lot.
The piñata was whacked, my children had candy being contained by making a basket of their shirt bottom and holding it with their two hands while my husband went to the car to get a bag. We were close to leaving when we heard my daughter’s name being called.
She had won the door prize and her friend Aditi had won second place. It was a nice door prize too, especially considering we came free to the event and everything was donated or done by volunteers. The basket contained a speaking digital watch—which my daughter now has on. It was far too big for her wrist but another hole further up the band wasn’t too much of a problem to add on. There were chocolates and there was also an Amazon Alexa Dot.
I’ve talked about Alexa a lot here. We use it to play music, add things to the shopping list, answer questions, find out the weather, send voice messages to other Alexa users and make phone calls to other Alexa users. Oh, and to tell jokes. My daughter uses Alexa to do every single one of those things. The children have asked for one in their room and now they have one—with rules, lest it be removed. Rules like volume, not using it after bedtime, not calling anyone without confirming timing is okay with us.
But there’s another feature we haven’t used before but plan to now. You can “drop in” on another Echo device. For instance we have the kitchen, master bedroom and now my children’s room. We can say, “Alexa, drop in on the children’s room” and it will open what’s like an intercom line between the two devices. We can tell them it’s time to get up. We can tell them we’re hearing them still talking and it’s after bedtime.
So we’ll see how it goes. It was a great event and we’re very grateful for the prizes and fun for the day.
The Big Boy Update: My son asked, “why does Star Wars have to be so violent? Couldn’t it be Star Peace?”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter has gotten back interested in the tricycle again. She’s way too big for it but she really likes it inside the house. This afternoon she rode it into the master bedroom and then had to work to get it over the carpet to the bathroom where I heard her say to herself, “I’m going to hear what it sounds like in the bathroom.” Apparently she’d been listening to how the wheels sounded on different surfaces.
She did other events including painting a pumpkin, decorating a cupcake and not eating the pizza because she was full of cupcake. This year’s event was similar, including pumpkin decorating, cupcake and the not wanting to eat pizza due to the aforementioned cupcake.
My son had a good time as well. He made a nice pumpkin with some skull stickers and drawing work. He also balked at the pizza because there was only cheese and he preferred pepperoni. There was a play doh table that captured my son’s attention for a good while due to all the tools they had available.
The event wasn’t a huge one; it filled up a portion of the moderately-sized cafeteria. There were people at tables representing a company or a charity organization for something related to blindness. We were pleased to run into my daughter’s classmate, Aditi, and her parents. They happily hugged each other and were inseparable for the rest of the time. Inseparable being my daughter asking where Aditi was and us sending her in the right direction as Aditi as more vision and was moving around a lot.
The piñata was whacked, my children had candy being contained by making a basket of their shirt bottom and holding it with their two hands while my husband went to the car to get a bag. We were close to leaving when we heard my daughter’s name being called.
She had won the door prize and her friend Aditi had won second place. It was a nice door prize too, especially considering we came free to the event and everything was donated or done by volunteers. The basket contained a speaking digital watch—which my daughter now has on. It was far too big for her wrist but another hole further up the band wasn’t too much of a problem to add on. There were chocolates and there was also an Amazon Alexa Dot.
I’ve talked about Alexa a lot here. We use it to play music, add things to the shopping list, answer questions, find out the weather, send voice messages to other Alexa users and make phone calls to other Alexa users. Oh, and to tell jokes. My daughter uses Alexa to do every single one of those things. The children have asked for one in their room and now they have one—with rules, lest it be removed. Rules like volume, not using it after bedtime, not calling anyone without confirming timing is okay with us.
But there’s another feature we haven’t used before but plan to now. You can “drop in” on another Echo device. For instance we have the kitchen, master bedroom and now my children’s room. We can say, “Alexa, drop in on the children’s room” and it will open what’s like an intercom line between the two devices. We can tell them it’s time to get up. We can tell them we’re hearing them still talking and it’s after bedtime.
So we’ll see how it goes. It was a great event and we’re very grateful for the prizes and fun for the day.
The Big Boy Update: My son asked, “why does Star Wars have to be so violent? Couldn’t it be Star Peace?”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter has gotten back interested in the tricycle again. She’s way too big for it but she really likes it inside the house. This afternoon she rode it into the master bedroom and then had to work to get it over the carpet to the bathroom where I heard her say to herself, “I’m going to hear what it sounds like in the bathroom.” Apparently she’d been listening to how the wheels sounded on different surfaces.
Friday, October 27, 2017
The Eventually Club
Children are rarely in a hurry—unless they are. When you most need them to be in a hurry is the time they’re guaranteed to mosey, dither, dawdle and delay. From talking to other parents we’re not alone in this, it seems to be a skill children level up quickly and master from a young age.
This morning my son and I were in the drop-off line at school. We arrive, I open the door and all my son has to do is unbuckle, grab his backpack and exit the car. Simple. And yet daily this seems to be a task my son needs to be asked to perform instead of it happening as a matter of routine. He wants to play a game where he pretends he’s asleep, or he hides in the third row of the car, or he wants to tell me something “important” or he just delays. Today I told the teacher calmly waiting for him to get out of the car, “we’re members of ’The Eventually Club’”. And eventually, just as promised, my son got out of the car to head in to class.
We’ve instituted a new system of stamps for behaviors in the last few days. Things my children like to do aren’t necessarily a given any more—they have to earn the privilege by completing tasks, mostly in a timely manner without complaining or whining.
The things we’re asking them to do aren’t hard; they’re mostly things we want them to take initiative to do or do with us only asking one time. Or do without whining and complaining. It’s set up so they can succeed and easily get stamps on their chart on the refrigerator such as: washing your hands after going to the bathroom, brushing your teeth without being reminded, getting dressed and ready for bed without being asked, cleaning up your dishes from a meal, getting shoes and socks on before school, playing outside for an hour or more, etc. It’s rigged so they can win and more importantly so we can win too because they’re doing the jobs willingly, without being asked or nagged.
We’ve been working on the reward system with things such as time on the iPad or television. Doing an experiment with a parent, picking the restaurant for the next time we go out to dinner, having a treat at a time you normally wouldn’t get one or going shopping at the dollar store. Each of these items has a weight in stamps they can spend (i.e. cross out) on their chart. So far no one has been willing to spend stars yet, but it’s Friday and they’ve got the weekend to figure out what they want to do with their stamp currency.
The Big Boy Update: My son loved Parkour at first but now that he’s in the second level class he hates it. It’s a different kind of class and he finds it boring. Today when I reminded him about class after school he was bitterly angry, telling me, “I’m not going to go. This is your punishment, losing the money you spent.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter just came in the door from school. She came in and said to me, “can you please stop making me walk? I’ve been walking all day long at school.”
This morning my son and I were in the drop-off line at school. We arrive, I open the door and all my son has to do is unbuckle, grab his backpack and exit the car. Simple. And yet daily this seems to be a task my son needs to be asked to perform instead of it happening as a matter of routine. He wants to play a game where he pretends he’s asleep, or he hides in the third row of the car, or he wants to tell me something “important” or he just delays. Today I told the teacher calmly waiting for him to get out of the car, “we’re members of ’The Eventually Club’”. And eventually, just as promised, my son got out of the car to head in to class.
We’ve instituted a new system of stamps for behaviors in the last few days. Things my children like to do aren’t necessarily a given any more—they have to earn the privilege by completing tasks, mostly in a timely manner without complaining or whining.
The things we’re asking them to do aren’t hard; they’re mostly things we want them to take initiative to do or do with us only asking one time. Or do without whining and complaining. It’s set up so they can succeed and easily get stamps on their chart on the refrigerator such as: washing your hands after going to the bathroom, brushing your teeth without being reminded, getting dressed and ready for bed without being asked, cleaning up your dishes from a meal, getting shoes and socks on before school, playing outside for an hour or more, etc. It’s rigged so they can win and more importantly so we can win too because they’re doing the jobs willingly, without being asked or nagged.
We’ve been working on the reward system with things such as time on the iPad or television. Doing an experiment with a parent, picking the restaurant for the next time we go out to dinner, having a treat at a time you normally wouldn’t get one or going shopping at the dollar store. Each of these items has a weight in stamps they can spend (i.e. cross out) on their chart. So far no one has been willing to spend stars yet, but it’s Friday and they’ve got the weekend to figure out what they want to do with their stamp currency.
The Big Boy Update: My son loved Parkour at first but now that he’s in the second level class he hates it. It’s a different kind of class and he finds it boring. Today when I reminded him about class after school he was bitterly angry, telling me, “I’m not going to go. This is your punishment, losing the money you spent.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter just came in the door from school. She came in and said to me, “can you please stop making me walk? I’ve been walking all day long at school.”
Thursday, October 26, 2017
How Many Days Until Halloween?
My children are getting excited about Halloween. They’re asking Alexa how many days until Halloween. My daughter has a Wonder Woman costume which will be lovely if the weather is warm and terrible if not. My son has an inflatable Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man costume that is currently being altered for his height by Nana. My husband is going to be a gladiator and I have a very boring all black gypsy costume.
For me it isn’t about the costume though, it’s about the drink. The adult drink. For a number of years I’ve been handing out adult drinks while the children are given candy. So far I’ve never gotten those two treats confused and broken any laws in the process.
The drink isn’t usually the important point, that meaning the content of the drink. It’s more about the scenario or the patter around the drink. Last year I had a cure for the Zika virus, renamed the Freaka Virus. I had a single white contact that was more disturbing than the remainder of the costume I had.
This year I have some donated vials from a neighbor in the pharmaceutical industry that are going to work nicely for whatever I put in them (as yet to be determined). The drink this year is Love Potion Number Ten, there being inherent problems with the number nine version—or so the story will go.
It’s more about talking to the parents and coming up with variants of the story so I can hand out as many drinks as possible. I think I got close to 150 last year. I suppose I’d better get to the store to get some alcohol soon as Halloween is only days away.
The Big Boy Update: My son was talking to me about elements today on the ride to school. I asked him if he knew what Oxygen was and he told me, “it’s one of the ten most abundant elements on earth”. Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. Then he asked me about molecules and I told him about the water molecule and how he could impress dad after school if he asked him if he could have H2O with dinner.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter got in trouble the other night for whining and balking at doing her homework—so I told her fine, she didn’t get to do it then. You know what happens next, right? She has a fit about doing the homework. She goes on and on even after I took her up to bed. At one point I asked her if she’d had eye drops done and she tried a last tactic, saying, “if you let me do my homework, I’ll tell you if Daddy did the eyedrops.”
For me it isn’t about the costume though, it’s about the drink. The adult drink. For a number of years I’ve been handing out adult drinks while the children are given candy. So far I’ve never gotten those two treats confused and broken any laws in the process.
The drink isn’t usually the important point, that meaning the content of the drink. It’s more about the scenario or the patter around the drink. Last year I had a cure for the Zika virus, renamed the Freaka Virus. I had a single white contact that was more disturbing than the remainder of the costume I had.
This year I have some donated vials from a neighbor in the pharmaceutical industry that are going to work nicely for whatever I put in them (as yet to be determined). The drink this year is Love Potion Number Ten, there being inherent problems with the number nine version—or so the story will go.
It’s more about talking to the parents and coming up with variants of the story so I can hand out as many drinks as possible. I think I got close to 150 last year. I suppose I’d better get to the store to get some alcohol soon as Halloween is only days away.
The Big Boy Update: My son was talking to me about elements today on the ride to school. I asked him if he knew what Oxygen was and he told me, “it’s one of the ten most abundant elements on earth”. Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. Then he asked me about molecules and I told him about the water molecule and how he could impress dad after school if he asked him if he could have H2O with dinner.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter got in trouble the other night for whining and balking at doing her homework—so I told her fine, she didn’t get to do it then. You know what happens next, right? She has a fit about doing the homework. She goes on and on even after I took her up to bed. At one point I asked her if she’d had eye drops done and she tried a last tactic, saying, “if you let me do my homework, I’ll tell you if Daddy did the eyedrops.”
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Sounding It Out
The Big Boy Tiny Girl Learning How To Read Status:
Both of my children are working on reading this year. My son is doing it in the traditional way using the Roman or Latin alphabet in print. In other words, my son reads with his eyes. My daughter uses the same alphabet from a letter standpoint but has the letters translated into braille format and has to feel them with her fingers to read.
Both children are doing well. My son is reading words in the beginner books primarily as sight words, adding new words each book and sounding out words as necessary. My daughter is mostly working on words letter by letter, sounding them each out as she spells them because you can’t grasp a whole word at once when you’re only feeling one letter at a time.
My daughter is really doing well though. She’s got the letters down and even knows some contracted words or shorcuts, or ‘secret codes’ for common words using only one braille cell in place of the whole word. She’s also getting good at sounding out words.
Here are two pages she did tonight. She read all the letters, sounding out the words as she went along, asking if there were any silent letters in the words. Sometime I helped her with specific pronunciation of a character that has more than one sound depending on context.
Both of my children are working on reading this year. My son is doing it in the traditional way using the Roman or Latin alphabet in print. In other words, my son reads with his eyes. My daughter uses the same alphabet from a letter standpoint but has the letters translated into braille format and has to feel them with her fingers to read.
Both children are doing well. My son is reading words in the beginner books primarily as sight words, adding new words each book and sounding out words as necessary. My daughter is mostly working on words letter by letter, sounding them each out as she spells them because you can’t grasp a whole word at once when you’re only feeling one letter at a time.
My daughter is really doing well though. She’s got the letters down and even knows some contracted words or shorcuts, or ‘secret codes’ for common words using only one braille cell in place of the whole word. She’s also getting good at sounding out words.
Here are two pages she did tonight. She read all the letters, sounding out the words as she went along, asking if there were any silent letters in the words. Sometime I helped her with specific pronunciation of a character that has more than one sound depending on context.
She sounded out ‘dinosaur’ and ’envelope’ and figured out the words herself. I didn’t expect her to be able to do long words at this point in learning braille. She’s also getting faster and faster. We were going to do one page tonight but she happily did five pages while her brother read two books.
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