So Television is back in our house.
A is learning to tolerate the noise of TV, I switch it on for some time and shape his behaviour.
Till yesterday he was able to do his thing in another room while the tv was on for up to 15 minutes, today I am happy to announce, I got watch TV for a GOOD one hour without A asking for it to be shut.
He continues to love writing with chalk on our wooden floor, he has learnt to make many alphabets - for records - he can write A, E, K, O, P, B and will update as I see, he continues to make F in reversal, and uses both his hands from time to time, but is showing preference for the right hand. I am mostly happy because there is increasing strength visible in his hand and the pincer grasp is becoming more precise. He is at the floor all the time, happily invested in independent scribbling.
He continues to cry when he listens to loud music as was reported today at Bubbles, where he was attending the farewell party. Bubbles has come to an end for us :-( :-( but we are happy for what we got while it lasted. A shows remarkable improvement in following instruction in group situations. His teacher commended him for his vast vocabulary but the fact that he is not able to utilize his full potential in terms of retrieving the vocab when asked 'what is this'. He does it accurately when asked to touch 'chair' but when you show the picture of chair and ask what is this ... the confidence is lacking ... I guess (runs in the family I mean both parents).
The fact that in hand strength is improving, he unscrews bottles with ease ... the ill effect of which is that he climbs all heights using stools, chairs etc and reaches for a bottle of homeopathic medicine and tries to help himself, and my superwoman training ... summersaulting from one corner to grab the bottle and placing it higher up comes in handy.
I am grateful to God, for some good things.
The bad however is ... Uniform mania.
Now that he goes to school and is used to wearing a uniform (for our children this feeds into their ritualistic behavior) we experience SUCH A FIGHT every one since he is not able to understand why he can not wear the same sweater every day. Its almost as if I am pealing off his skin when I take his sweater out.
Picture schedule is what people recommend, making charts ets takes time, but I am committed to getting it done.
He manages to spend some time on my laptop looking at a chart of hindi alphabets, we have downloaded.
That much technology suffices.
God was specifically kind, since last few days owing to the severe traffic jams, he has been such a decent child, well there again I had strategies Mr Nutella came to my rescue. Now that its winter and Ice cream is not the best thing for him, Nutella is the next best alternative.
He continues to protest if while in a jam, he overhears music in someone else's car.
Last week coming from Mayur Vihar was a nightmare ... as we stepped down from his OT center, a baraat was making way out of the lane, with all the loud music and dance ...there was no blocking it and I spent a good 10 minutes of trying to tolerate the torture that was giving to my little child.
Some tortures ... you just can't train for tolerance.
A is learning to tolerate the noise of TV, I switch it on for some time and shape his behaviour.
Till yesterday he was able to do his thing in another room while the tv was on for up to 15 minutes, today I am happy to announce, I got watch TV for a GOOD one hour without A asking for it to be shut.
He continues to love writing with chalk on our wooden floor, he has learnt to make many alphabets - for records - he can write A, E, K, O, P, B and will update as I see, he continues to make F in reversal, and uses both his hands from time to time, but is showing preference for the right hand. I am mostly happy because there is increasing strength visible in his hand and the pincer grasp is becoming more precise. He is at the floor all the time, happily invested in independent scribbling.
He continues to cry when he listens to loud music as was reported today at Bubbles, where he was attending the farewell party. Bubbles has come to an end for us :-( :-( but we are happy for what we got while it lasted. A shows remarkable improvement in following instruction in group situations. His teacher commended him for his vast vocabulary but the fact that he is not able to utilize his full potential in terms of retrieving the vocab when asked 'what is this'. He does it accurately when asked to touch 'chair' but when you show the picture of chair and ask what is this ... the confidence is lacking ... I guess (runs in the family I mean both parents).
The fact that in hand strength is improving, he unscrews bottles with ease ... the ill effect of which is that he climbs all heights using stools, chairs etc and reaches for a bottle of homeopathic medicine and tries to help himself, and my superwoman training ... summersaulting from one corner to grab the bottle and placing it higher up comes in handy.
I am grateful to God, for some good things.
The bad however is ... Uniform mania.
Now that he goes to school and is used to wearing a uniform (for our children this feeds into their ritualistic behavior) we experience SUCH A FIGHT every one since he is not able to understand why he can not wear the same sweater every day. Its almost as if I am pealing off his skin when I take his sweater out.
Picture schedule is what people recommend, making charts ets takes time, but I am committed to getting it done.
He manages to spend some time on my laptop looking at a chart of hindi alphabets, we have downloaded.
That much technology suffices.
God was specifically kind, since last few days owing to the severe traffic jams, he has been such a decent child, well there again I had strategies Mr Nutella came to my rescue. Now that its winter and Ice cream is not the best thing for him, Nutella is the next best alternative.
He continues to protest if while in a jam, he overhears music in someone else's car.
Last week coming from Mayur Vihar was a nightmare ... as we stepped down from his OT center, a baraat was making way out of the lane, with all the loud music and dance ...there was no blocking it and I spent a good 10 minutes of trying to tolerate the torture that was giving to my little child.
Some tortures ... you just can't train for tolerance.























