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February 29, 2004

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 10:44 am

We have fabulous weather this weekend. What a relief! I am so tired of winter. Kevin took Cameron and Gracie to a basketball game at Madison Square Garden so it is just me and the O-man. I think we may go the playground at the beach. Owen loves it there and it has been a long time.

I haven’t been knitting much. That stinks. I am closing in on the first pattern of my Dale sweater–the next row. No progress photo of 1 3/4″ of navy blue. Great timing for me though–my mom and dad just got back from Florida today. My mom, as I have said before, is a fabulous knitter who helps me out of tough spots. I am still working on the Eros/hairy novelty scarf. I can see white cardboard on the Flutter. The end is in sight. Yippee!

Since I have no decent progress photos to post, I figured I would show you my first quilt. It is a Nine Patch from a class I took in the fall. I don’t really like quilting. I didn’t find it to be as forgiving as knitting. I think I was more stressed than relaxed. I made one other little lap quilt for Kevin’s grandmother for Christmas. But I don’t see a lot of quilting in my future. ‘Course I did build up a little stash of quilt fabric.

Quiltowen

I am sorry for this poorly written entry. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I come from a long line of bad sleepers but it seems to be worse lately. Perhaps it is the change in daylight.

I guess I should mention the conference. It was very informative. The speaker, Dr. Bridget Taylor, was incredible. The content was a bit less hopeful than I expected though. Dr. Taylor, according to the book Let Me Hear Your Voice, was instrumental to the teaching and recovery of these two children from autism. I didn’t hear her mention recovery or indistinguishable once on Friday. I know it can happen. I have met children who have “recovered” and who are “indistinguishable.” But this woman, this miracle worker, I guess, in my mind, didn’t show one recovered child. She showed us kids who made progress but would wind up in a group home. She talked about augmentative communication and the importance of its use. Some kids she said, despite our best efforts, would not have language. If they are not speaking by age 7, she trains them on a device. That’s 3 years from now for Owen.

I guess whatever little bit of denial I had left was shattered on Friday. I will continue to do my best to help Owen. I will do my best for all of my children. After Friday, “best possible outcome” has a new meaning. I just have to reconcile that meaning between my brain and my heart.

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Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 10:44 am

We have fabulous weather this weekend. What a relief! I am so tired of winter. Kevin took Cameron and Gracie to a basketball game at Madison Square Garden so it is just me and the O-man. I think we may go the playground at the beach. Owen loves it there and it has been a long time.

I haven’t been knitting much. That stinks. I am closing in on the first pattern of my Dale sweater–the next row. No progress photo of 1 3/4″ of navy blue. Great timing for me though–my mom and dad just got back from Florida today. My mom, as I have said before, is a fabulous knitter who helps me out of tough spots. I am still working on the Eros/hairy novelty scarf. I can see white cardboard on the Flutter. The end is in sight. Yippee!

Since I have no decent progress photos to post, I figured I would show you my first quilt. It is a Nine Patch from a class I took in the fall. I don’t really like quilting. I didn’t find it to be as forgiving as knitting. I think I was more stressed than relaxed. I made one other little lap quilt for Kevin’s grandmother for Christmas. But I don’t see a lot of quilting in my future. ‘Course I did build up a little stash of quilt fabric.

Quiltowen

I am sorry for this poorly written entry. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I come from a long line of bad sleepers but it seems to be worse lately. Perhaps it is the change in daylight.

I guess I should mention the conference. It was very informative. The speaker, Dr. Bridget Taylor, was incredible. The content was a bit less hopeful than I expected though. Dr. Taylor, according to the book Let Me Hear Your Voice, was instrumental to the teaching and recovery of these two children from autism. I didn’t hear her mention recovery or indistinguishable once on Friday. I know it can happen. I have met children who have “recovered” and who are “indistinguishable.” But this woman, this miracle worker, I guess, in my mind, didn’t show one recovered child. She showed us kids who made progress but would wind up in a group home. She talked about augmentative communication and the importance of its use. Some kids she said, despite our best efforts, would not have language. If they are not speaking by age 7, she trains them on a device. That’s 3 years from now for Owen.

I guess whatever little bit of denial I had left was shattered on Friday. I will continue to do my best to help Owen. I will do my best for all of my children. After Friday, “best possible outcome” has a new meaning. I just have to reconcile that meaning between my brain and my heart.

 

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 10:44 am

We have fabulous weather this weekend. What a relief! I am so tired of winter. Kevin took Cameron and Gracie to a basketball game at Madison Square Garden so it is just me and the O-man. I think we may go the playground at the beach. Owen loves it there and it has been a long time.

I haven’t been knitting much. That stinks. I am closing in on the first pattern of my Dale sweater–the next row. No progress photo of 1 3/4″ of navy blue. Great timing for me though–my mom and dad just got back from Florida today. My mom, as I have said before, is a fabulous knitter who helps me out of tough spots. I am still working on the Eros/hairy novelty scarf. I can see white cardboard on the Flutter. The end is in sight. Yippee!

Since I have no decent progress photos to post, I figured I would show you my first quilt. It is a Nine Patch from a class I took in the fall. I don’t really like quilting. I didn’t find it to be as forgiving as knitting. I think I was more stressed than relaxed. I made one other little lap quilt for Kevin’s grandmother for Christmas. But I don’t see a lot of quilting in my future. ‘Course I did build up a little stash of quilt fabric.

Quiltowen

I am sorry for this poorly written entry. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I come from a long line of bad sleepers but it seems to be worse lately. Perhaps it is the change in daylight.

I guess I should mention the conference. It was very informative. The speaker, Dr. Bridget Taylor, was incredible. The content was a bit less hopeful than I expected though. Dr. Taylor, according to the book Let Me Hear Your Voice, was instrumental to the teaching and recovery of these two children from autism. I didn’t hear her mention recovery or indistinguishable once on Friday. I know it can happen. I have met children who have “recovered” and who are “indistinguishable.” But this woman, this miracle worker, I guess, in my mind, didn’t show one recovered child. She showed us kids who made progress but would wind up in a group home. She talked about augmentative communication and the importance of its use. Some kids she said, despite our best efforts, would not have language. If they are not speaking by age 7, she trains them on a device. That’s 3 years from now for Owen.

I guess whatever little bit of denial I had left was shattered on Friday. I will continue to do my best to help Owen. I will do my best for all of my children. After Friday, “best possible outcome” has a new meaning. I just have to reconcile that meaning between my brain and my heart.

 

February 26, 2004

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 8:07 am

Not much going on knitting-wise here. Two days in a row I have been almost completely absorbed by this Dance. One parent got a donation of 80 boxes–I mean big boxes–of stuffed animals, candy dishes, etc. The majority of this will go into Pick-a-stick. Do other people do Pick-a-stick? For $1 a stick, you pick a stick or tongue depressor out of a box and either win or get yourself a dud. It is great that this parent got this stuff. But it was delivered to school and placed in the gym. The gym has now been closed for the 3rd day. My little O-man is seriously bummed. The gym is where the ball pit is. “Ball pit” is one of Owen’s favorite words. He saw me at school yesterday. He grabbed my hand and didn’t want to let go. It was lunchtime so I hung out for a little bit. Parents aren’t really welcome for suprise visits. They say it is to respect the dignity of the other students. I understand. One of Owen’s classmates was having a breakdown. And Owen had his when I said I had to go. (What great receptive language!).

Things have been going well for him at school verbally. He is mastering targets left and right. One program, Receptive Animal ID, he is flying through. For a practically non-verbal child, it is amazing that he knows the difference between “show me lion” and “touch tiger.” His current target is “elephant.” How important is that in the grand scheme of life? Well, it is an age appropriate skill…plus he enjoys it. Receptive People ID is not going as well. He has been stuck on this program for a long time. They have decided to stop using pictures and are going to try with real people. This should be interesting. His teachers are just incredible. I am tearing up now thinking about their committment to helping kids with autism. I love them. 🙂

One more cute thing. Owen wanted chips the other day at school. He handed his teacher the bag and said “help.” His teacher says to Owen, “Say it better.” She knows Owen can say “chip.” Owen says to her, “I want help.” He is so stinkin’ cute sometimes.

Anyway, I worked on my Dale sweater yesterday. I think 5% may be generous as far as work completed. Oh well, I will be kind to myself. Also, I had 297 stitches rather than 298. I just added one. I was not going to rip it out for one stitch that will be underturned anyway. There isn’t much to photograph. I also did a little online shopping the other day. I ordered the Must-Have-Cardigan pattern. I don’t think I will join the knit-a-long. At least, not until after I finish Na Craga. Which may or may not get some attention today.

Oh, a question…when ordering yarn online or from a catalog, do you order exactly what you want and no more? Or do you order more than you want to justify shipping? I am all about justifying the shipping or trying to kick my order over free shipping threshold. Just wondering…

Oh yea, a little exciting news, I am going to a conference tomorrow. Improving the social behavior of children with autism: A focus on Acquisition and Motivation. The presenter is Dr. Bridget Taylor who runs the Alpine Learning Group in NJ. She was instrumental in the ABA program that “recovered” two children in NYC. The book that tells this story is Let Me Hear Your Voice. It’s not my favorite book on autism but it was a good read for inspiration when Owen was first diagnosed.

Hopefully, I can bring my knitting and have some decent progress pics over the weekend. Have a great day.

 

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 8:07 am

Not much going on knitting-wise here. Two days in a row I have been almost completely absorbed by this Dance. One parent got a donation of 80 boxes–I mean big boxes–of stuffed animals, candy dishes, etc. The majority of this will go into Pick-a-stick. Do other people do Pick-a-stick? For $1 a stick, you pick a stick or tongue depressor out of a box and either win or get yourself a dud. It is great that this parent got this stuff. But it was delivered to school and placed in the gym. The gym has now been closed for the 3rd day. My little O-man is seriously bummed. The gym is where the ball pit is. “Ball pit” is one of Owen’s favorite words. He saw me at school yesterday. He grabbed my hand and didn’t want to let go. It was lunchtime so I hung out for a little bit. Parents aren’t really welcome for suprise visits. They say it is to respect the dignity of the other students. I understand. One of Owen’s classmates was having a breakdown. And Owen had his when I said I had to go. (What great receptive language!).

Things have been going well for him at school verbally. He is mastering targets left and right. One program, Receptive Animal ID, he is flying through. For a practically non-verbal child, it is amazing that he knows the difference between “show me lion” and “touch tiger.” His current target is “elephant.” How important is that in the grand scheme of life? Well, it is an age appropriate skill…plus he enjoys it. Receptive People ID is not going as well. He has been stuck on this program for a long time. They have decided to stop using pictures and are going to try with real people. This should be interesting. His teachers are just incredible. I am tearing up now thinking about their committment to helping kids with autism. I love them. 🙂

One more cute thing. Owen wanted chips the other day at school. He handed his teacher the bag and said “help.” His teacher says to Owen, “Say it better.” She knows Owen can say “chip.” Owen says to her, “I want help.” He is so stinkin’ cute sometimes.

Anyway, I worked on my Dale sweater yesterday. I think 5% may be generous as far as work completed. Oh well, I will be kind to myself. Also, I had 297 stitches rather than 298. I just added one. I was not going to rip it out for one stitch that will be underturned anyway. There isn’t much to photograph. I also did a little online shopping the other day. I ordered the Must-Have-Cardigan pattern. I don’t think I will join the knit-a-long. At least, not until after I finish Na Craga. Which may or may not get some attention today.

Oh, a question…when ordering yarn online or from a catalog, do you order exactly what you want and no more? Or do you order more than you want to justify shipping? I am all about justifying the shipping or trying to kick my order over free shipping threshold. Just wondering…

Oh yea, a little exciting news, I am going to a conference tomorrow. Improving the social behavior of children with autism: A focus on Acquisition and Motivation. The presenter is Dr. Bridget Taylor who runs the Alpine Learning Group in NJ. She was instrumental in the ABA program that “recovered” two children in NYC. The book that tells this story is Let Me Hear Your Voice. It’s not my favorite book on autism but it was a good read for inspiration when Owen was first diagnosed.

Hopefully, I can bring my knitting and have some decent progress pics over the weekend. Have a great day.

 

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 8:07 am

Not much going on knitting-wise here. Two days in a row I have been almost completely absorbed by this Dance. One parent got a donation of 80 boxes–I mean big boxes–of stuffed animals, candy dishes, etc. The majority of this will go into Pick-a-stick. Do other people do Pick-a-stick? For $1 a stick, you pick a stick or tongue depressor out of a box and either win or get yourself a dud. It is great that this parent got this stuff. But it was delivered to school and placed in the gym. The gym has now been closed for the 3rd day. My little O-man is seriously bummed. The gym is where the ball pit is. “Ball pit” is one of Owen’s favorite words. He saw me at school yesterday. He grabbed my hand and didn’t want to let go. It was lunchtime so I hung out for a little bit. Parents aren’t really welcome for suprise visits. They say it is to respect the dignity of the other students. I understand. One of Owen’s classmates was having a breakdown. And Owen had his when I said I had to go. (What great receptive language!).

Things have been going well for him at school verbally. He is mastering targets left and right. One program, Receptive Animal ID, he is flying through. For a practically non-verbal child, it is amazing that he knows the difference between “show me lion” and “touch tiger.” His current target is “elephant.” How important is that in the grand scheme of life? Well, it is an age appropriate skill…plus he enjoys it. Receptive People ID is not going as well. He has been stuck on this program for a long time. They have decided to stop using pictures and are going to try with real people. This should be interesting. His teachers are just incredible. I am tearing up now thinking about their committment to helping kids with autism. I love them. 🙂

One more cute thing. Owen wanted chips the other day at school. He handed his teacher the bag and said “help.” His teacher says to Owen, “Say it better.” She knows Owen can say “chip.” Owen says to her, “I want help.” He is so stinkin’ cute sometimes.

Anyway, I worked on my Dale sweater yesterday. I think 5% may be generous as far as work completed. Oh well, I will be kind to myself. Also, I had 297 stitches rather than 298. I just added one. I was not going to rip it out for one stitch that will be underturned anyway. There isn’t much to photograph. I also did a little online shopping the other day. I ordered the Must-Have-Cardigan pattern. I don’t think I will join the knit-a-long. At least, not until after I finish Na Craga. Which may or may not get some attention today.

Oh, a question…when ordering yarn online or from a catalog, do you order exactly what you want and no more? Or do you order more than you want to justify shipping? I am all about justifying the shipping or trying to kick my order over free shipping threshold. Just wondering…

Oh yea, a little exciting news, I am going to a conference tomorrow. Improving the social behavior of children with autism: A focus on Acquisition and Motivation. The presenter is Dr. Bridget Taylor who runs the Alpine Learning Group in NJ. She was instrumental in the ABA program that “recovered” two children in NYC. The book that tells this story is Let Me Hear Your Voice. It’s not my favorite book on autism but it was a good read for inspiration when Owen was first diagnosed.

Hopefully, I can bring my knitting and have some decent progress pics over the weekend. Have a great day.

 

Thank you February 23, 2004

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 12:50 pm

Thank you all for your reassurance regarding the novelty yarns. I appreciate your support and kind words. I know they are just scarves but I want to do the best I can for Owens school. Mind you, I offered to knit a throw—like a Colinette Ab Fab one—no one supported the idea. Just as well, they are expensive and boring. I knit baby cardigans and hats for other autism organizations—the Colinette Spoiled Rotten cardi and a cardi and hat from Berroco Plush but they weren’t very well appreciated. Those scarves…people seem to love them. So, thanks again.

In other news, we had one dead mouse. It was horrible. It has been very difficult to get the vision of that poor little mousie out of my head. I bought no-kill traps and we haven’t trapped another one. Does that mean there was just one? Or does that mean that the no-kill traps don’t work? I guess we will have to experiment. I dreamt we caught one in the no-kill trap, brought it to the park and let it go by the beach. When I bought the second traps at True Value, the salesperson told me another woman dropped her live mouse off at the beach and it followed her back to her car—in the parking lot. Me, I am thinking it is a mother mouse whose babies are back at the house. I have to stop thinking about mice.

I have been avoiding Na Craga as well as the missing Dale sweater. I guess I will hunt through my stash closet today to find the Dale. I can at least get through the mindless part at the bottom. Luckily, I have a little less than a month to get through those novelty scarves. And I have been working on charity hats here and there. Speaking of charity, I want to knit some squares for the Afghanalong for Afghans hosted by Mason-Dixon Knitting.

Well, more Dance work awaits me. Thank you all, again, for your kind comments. There are few things in my life that are more important than doing whatever I can to give Owen the best possible outcome. It sounds so foreboding and depressing. But his well-being, success and progress affect our whole entire family. I desperately want Owen to be one of those 48% that are indistinguishable from their peers. There is just so much inside of him—and I want it all to come out. Oh my gosh, one o’clock! When did that happen??