School district sues special needs family

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File under cuteness

I have to get a movie of this following, but taking movies is not my thing. B. just figured out how to turn on the spray nozzle attachment on the garden hose. I set it on "mist" and he tries to drink it.

Today, every once in a while, he would turn it on and say, "Ah-choo!" It was the funniest thing. I've only heard him say "ah-choo" one other time, when he had just sneezed. When they hardly ever say things spontaneously, it always seems so surreal when they do!

The other thing, cute but also downright amazing, was that yesterday I'm almost certain he said, "Juice box empty". An adjective! An adjective that hasn't been on Signing Time or Baby Einstein or anything!!

Just have to brag, when you get a chance.

The good, the bad, etc., etc.

First the good: J. is now riding his bike with no training wheels! It makes me so sentimental watching him. His bony legs stick out to the side, and he sits up so tall. You can just feel the pride coming out of him. He's also enjoying karate-- his teacher is a wonderful, patient man.

And for the not-so-good: Despite the new, oh-so-promising teacher, G. seems completely stressed out by his self-contained kindergarten. He has started the angry pinching which B. used to do during his brief stint in public school

This class, or one just like it, is all our district offers. I'm thinking maybe the boys can go to school in the morning, and I'll home-school in the afternoon. G's teacher says he spends a lot of time covering his eyes or his ears, and just recently, pinching the teachers. Maybe he'll adjust?

Now, back to the good: B. is still singing up a storm. Recently it's been a lot of Christmas songs, with a few counting songs mixed in (Five Little Ducks, Five Elephants, etc). He is so sweet doing it that I can't resist putting on a Christmas CD in the car. It's been in the upper eighties, but B. and I are driving along singing "Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time". Works for us!

Open House

Last night was G's Open House at school. We were the only family who showed up for his special needs class ("Alternative Academics"), and I imagine it was enough for the teacher. B. explored the room thoroughly, pried some circles up which were taped to the floor, sucked red paint off of a paintbrush and generally made himself at home. He may join this class in January, which I hope, hope, hope and pray will go better than his last try at school (lots of crying and previously un-seen aggression).

Also in the picture is our life-saving helper who has been with us since the twins were six months old.

Things continue to go well at school, and they've even added an aide without my requesting one (!) We ran into her in the public library this weekend, and she seems very nice.

The only remarkable thing about today was an unfortunate poop-ocalypse, as my husband would call it. It started out so sweet, with B. coming all the way downstairs to hand me a little CD player, with the nicest smile. He has been getting more assertive about requesting things, so I was tickled. Then I thought to myself, what is that on the tip of his nose?, and it was downhill from there. I felt bad that he looked so crestfallen as I cleaned him and many other things up. That is one pair of Transformers underwear which he will never wear again!

This is too much information, but my husband is out of town, and I am tired and the boys keep waking up at 4 AM. On the other hand, it was his first accident of the day, and what's a little--okay, a whole lot-- of poop when other things are going well?

Hooray for good teachers and off for a lunch date

After a slow start, I've been getting a lot of communication from Greg's new teacher. Not only can they get him to do work, they don't even have to use re-inforcers. What?? The main problem seems to be his "flopping" as she calls it, so they have him help with lots of errands. I wish I could be a fly on the wall. Oh, and the other problem is that he falls asleep in the afternoons. Maybe all the errands wear him out.

Now I'm off to have lunch in the school cafeteria with J (big brother). It's funny, because he doesn't talk much to me when I'm there, but it makes him SO happy when I show up to eat with him. Simple pleasures (except for the actual food they serve).