<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 06 Sep 2024 00:15:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>autism</category><category>fun</category><category>meltdowns</category><category>school</category><category>what annoys me</category><title>A Chance of Rain</title><description>this is all about my life, my family and how autism affects us. We live, we love, we get by but there is always a chance of rain.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-3436838046580015178</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 00:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-13T15:15:37.782+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autism</category><title>some good things to read</title><description>I&#39;m tired of being assaulted by controversy every time I read an article about autism. They are written by people that are just reporting a story and have no connection to anything or anyone with autism. We only see the sensationalism because that is what people want to read and those people being sensational make a lot of noise. Many more of us spend our days living with and loving an autistic person. I would not change my child for anything, even though he has been upset with me for the last hour because it isn&#39;t 10am yet and he can&#39;t play age of empire yet. Apparently he is packing his soldiers up and going to grandmas, the fact that he can convey this to me is fantastic, he is rather cross and we are having lots of little talks and back rubs but I can see it going until 10am when I turn on his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know I will give in as soon as I have finished this because I hate to see him upset and even though he knows the 10am rule, he is still only 6 and 10am must seem like forever away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today the first day of the holidays and I am following blog posts and articles about autism by the autistic. I want Alec to be at peace with his autism when he is an adult and with information like this  we can only get a better understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I love -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.autistics.org/library/acceptance.html&quot; target=&quot;new&quot;&gt; Autistics Need Acceptance, Not Cure&lt;/a&gt; An article critical of &quot;autism awareness&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.autistics.org/library/dontmourn.html&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t mourn for us&lt;/a&gt; an article about the autistic child in our life, it may seem a little harshly written but I have come across people like he is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I admit I went through a grieving process after Alec&#39;s diagnosis but you can&#39;t do that for long because it was my job to make sure he got as much help as he needed, I am his advocate. I realised about a year ago that we could give him the tools to communicate and help make his body stronger but we could not expect him to understand our world, it is a different world, so what we have to do is make the effort to understand his world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aspergianpride.com/&quot;&gt;Aspergian pride&lt;/a&gt; advocates recognition and acceptance of the autistic community as an intelligent, competent minority group with many worthwhile qualities.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-good-things-to-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-9191099117259559375</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-20T11:14:53.415+09:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><title>but they are depending on me</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHt-6ekCap9HqLg1u-Acxra42dfU9O0ZlzT8h-ZdtwOOAhVDUkynlYqOFJ-vE-KFtdNEu-t9qwhZi_jfewcIRgPPyd72NJqMc7Rzbeo4s7Xu6bfDKHfDRSCVulNDvXSJ9I0FXi9Q/s1600-h/alec_jerusalem.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHt-6ekCap9HqLg1u-Acxra42dfU9O0ZlzT8h-ZdtwOOAhVDUkynlYqOFJ-vE-KFtdNEu-t9qwhZi_jfewcIRgPPyd72NJqMc7Rzbeo4s7Xu6bfDKHfDRSCVulNDvXSJ9I0FXi9Q/s320/alec_jerusalem.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179640765682334514&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a thing to hear from a six year old. Alec is sick today, he has been &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;coming down&lt;/span&gt; with something for about 10 days now and it finally arrived today. He was meant to me &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;man on roadside with palm frond&lt;/span&gt; in the school assembly passion play thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said he couldn&#39;t go to school he cried and told me he couldn&#39;t let down his buddies they were depending on him and he would miss them, we dried the tears and then the alternatives started...&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; maybe if I get another piece of material and put it over my mouth the germs wont be able to come out&lt;/span&gt;, isn&#39;t that the most gorgeous thing you have ever heard. We still took a photo, the poor thing looks so pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 weeks he has had a few issues at school with noise, he describes them as headaches. What we have arranged with the teachers is a quiet time place, I took in a bean bag and now he has some music to play with headphones while he takes some time out. Some days this has been up to 4 times. I&#39;m hoping with the easter break he gets a good rest and beats this cold fluey thing he has. Hopefully we all recover, every member of the family has a temperature today.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2008/03/but-they-are-depending-on-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHt-6ekCap9HqLg1u-Acxra42dfU9O0ZlzT8h-ZdtwOOAhVDUkynlYqOFJ-vE-KFtdNEu-t9qwhZi_jfewcIRgPPyd72NJqMc7Rzbeo4s7Xu6bfDKHfDRSCVulNDvXSJ9I0FXi9Q/s72-c/alec_jerusalem.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-5301826813360394154</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 07:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-07T17:05:01.690+09:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autism</category><title>play dates at our house</title><description>one of the hardest things to master for Alec is social situations. We have friends we have visited regularly over the last few years and over time he has set up his own set of coping mechanisms and rules, but things like play dates after school at our house are a disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly he gets amazingly over excited and over stimulated, he hasn&#39;t quiet got the whole guests get first choice thing down yet or that you don&#39;t watch tv when friends come to play, but I suppose if you are hiding under a blanket in front of the tv is a good a place as ever. Thankfully I had Riley here as back up. Alec did play a little but he was too unsure what to do, he has that desire of every six year old to impress his friends but this means very raised voices and everything being dragged out from everywhere, but that is play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is most frustrating is that he is usually fine when he goes for play dates to other peoples houses. I want to be able to help him with this, I want kids to want to come here to play after school, after all I do a pretty good afternoon tea.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2008/02/play-dates-at-our-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-1092030679364431080</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 08:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-15T17:21:08.522+09:00</atom:updated><title>Horrified!</title><description>Yesterday we went into to the city to do some late night shopping. I stopped off at Dusk and Michael took the boys to window shop at the model shop. It was really busy at Dusk, right away a girl went and fetched me a basket and helped me find what I was looking for then when I had all I wanted I went and stood in line behind 2 groups. The front group consisted of three tarted up looking young woman who were the rudest people I have ever encountered, in bitter loud voices they yelled out.. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;are we getting any service, we have other shit to do you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;by this time my jaw has dropped to the floor, what common nasty little tarts they were, honestly they were there a few minutes, they weren&#39;t going to pass away, what in the world were they thinking when they decided to treat the staff like that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a high note Alec was fantastic, he held my hand all evening, he is having a little bit of separation anxiety at the moment so I think when I said the &quot;lost&quot; word he was happy to hold my hand and stay close, Riley on the other hand whined all evening so that was a bit hard. All in all it was a pretty good shopping event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for the awful girls, I just don&#39;t get that type of behaviour, it is one thing to express disatisfaction with service but that was down right nasty and unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/12/horrified.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-7628536775962678400</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2007 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-09T20:11:38.485+09:00</atom:updated><title>Transition</title><description>5 more weeks of early intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a word, ok in several words I am nervous, apprehensive and a bit afraid. The centre have been part of our lives for 2 years, and such a big part too. Starting grade one is huge, I know he is taking it all in his stride, I just can&#39;t help it. I want everything to be amazing for him, I know this is unrealistic on my part because I know it wont be. In so many ways he will be just fine and in others I know he will have difficulty. I am thinking of setting up a reward system for him and get some work books to do over the holidays. Fine motor is still a real problem, there has been very little improvement in his hand writing and he avoids colouring in and drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a bit isolated, no one really wants to know what it is you do to get through the day with out meltdowns and catastrophes happening and you put on the coping face, I&#39;m not even sure you could explain, it isn&#39;t as though you know anything else, this is your life, and how do you explain that is can simply be something you say that triggers it... so we say.. yes we are great, things couldn&#39;t be better, just after you got home from the shopping trip from hell where your child squealed and ran the length of the shopping centre, then screamed and fell to the floor when you refused a request and some interfering old fool makes a snide comment about how your child is behaving.  I know now that I am very tired my patience is wearing thin and I am a bit snappy. I try so hard to keep everything going smoothly but sometimes he is unreasonable and I can&#39;t just drop everything and give him 100% of my attention. I know he doesn&#39;t understand and that what he has to say is the most important thing in the world at that second, how do i say, well Riley was showing me XYZ you are just going to have to wait, it just doesn&#39;t wash, but I can&#39;t say sorry Riley step aside, he is only 4. Riley is right into performing at the moment, it is very cute but I think Alec feels a little put out by it and trys to butt in and we end up with a shouting match between the two of them, followed closely by tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to all of this the inability to keep the house looking even 1/2 way decent, if you read my scrapping blog you know I have a huge pile of laundry to fold, it is still there, some of it even has moved to the lounge room, I was going to fold it last night but I am so tired by the time the boys finally settle that I hung out my 4th load of washing for the day then fell into bed to watch tv in there,  I select my clothes from the line for us each morning LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec comes first, then Riley and Michael.. house 5th or 6th... well 52nd if you want to know the truth. I feel guilty because I make time for myself but not for the cleaning. I am at that breaking point right now I could easily sit all day staring at the tv or a blank wall. It is hard living day after day trying to anticipate someones needs and dealing with him when the world caves in on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end this with saying I would do it all over again, even try to do a little more. my boys are so precious I would do anything for them. With Alec my biggest fear is I haven&#39;t done enough. It is ongoing, forever which can be a bit daunting but I know what we do now will make him more able to cope and lead an independent lift, as long as he isn&#39;t in too much of a hurry to grow up. These guys are my world.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/11/transition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-8039131868000229719</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 06:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-08T13:00:33.788+09:00</atom:updated><title>What did you do today?</title><description>This is a question I have asked Alec almost every day he has been to school or daycare. last night was the first time he has ever told me. I was thrilled and amazed by the whole experience, to have this type of interaction with him removed much of my exhaustion, some of my worry, made me feel a little less afraid of the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do with your new therapist at centre session today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Who??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Oooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Well Candy got the parachute out, and we did a new chart, days of the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what day is it today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;umm I don&#39;t know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Tuesday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what other days are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know.. wednesday, thursday, friday...what are the others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 7 days in a week.. Monday Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.. and mummy&#39;s favourites, saturday and sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did you do anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;yes..in the jungle room I tried to get in  the car.. but my bottom was too big..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;giggles,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;you know the car turns into a snake and an elephant, and I did a lion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;For snack Candy came out and sat with me and Bryn, I had a little of my polony sandwich, but didn&#39;t have any of my sultanas or up and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that was you were hugry when we got home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;yes i think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for telling you me about your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;that&#39;s ok mum, tomorrow when we have our lie down cuddle I can tell you what I did tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-did-you-do-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-1509984157131864092</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 09:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-19T17:49:05.159+08:00</atom:updated><title>mealtime management</title><description>lots going on, I&#39;ve just finished 2 days of training at the autism association. Day one was transition to grade one, that was full of information and strategies for making everything go smoothly. Day two was our first mealtime management meeting. This is the beg one. This will bring a lot of changes, changes I have to implement and follow up and do, me, me me me. Wouldn&#39;t it be great if someone else could come and do this for me, but no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the last two years searching for ways to encourage Alec to eat. He has a very limited diet and can&#39;t sit still or stay at the table. So starting from the beginning we will be changing where the boys sit, I will put them both through the program. Our first goal is getting Alec to sit at the table, I will start with an egg timer, use a first and then board... first sit at the table and eat your dinner... then you may play a computer game. Then we also have to do sensory exercises, brushing, squeezing, joint compression and trampoline every two hours. This reduces stress and has a calming effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I am enjoying my last three days of holidays before I start this.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/07/mealtime-management.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-1820259522741004825</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 04:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-20T12:35:16.388+08:00</atom:updated><title>A rift in the family of Autism Speaks</title><description>I just finished reading a story in the New York Times about &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nytimes.com/2007/06/18/us/18autism.html?_r=2&amp;hp&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin&quot;&gt;a rift in the family&lt;/a&gt; of the people who founded Autism Speaks. I will be upfront and say I am not a big supporter of Autism Speaks because they give money to people who believe autism is an environmental condition. I mean if you are an Australian how is your child&#39;s autism going to be caused by a vaccination where our MMR&#39;s do not contain Thiomersal, the preservative being blamed for causing autism. If Autism Speaks didn&#39;t give that faction and the Cure Autism Now faction money I would be 100% behind them, but all those factions do is draw money away from programs that could actually help people instead of giving them something to blame or some false hope that a cure can be found for their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record both my boys are up to date with their vaccinations, Alec had his 4 yr needles after we had a diagnosis of ASD, Riley is almost due for his 4 yr needles and he isn&#39;t autistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything I thought would help Alec, and we have done intensive speech therapy and almost 2 years of therapy through the Autism Association Early Intervention Centre, and then every waking moment at home is a therapy session, this has what has had results for us. It isn&#39;t something someone else can do for you, therapy is hands on full time, we see the results every day.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/06/rift-in-family-of-autism-speaks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-7615609784449875876</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 10:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-14T18:49:07.913+08:00</atom:updated><title>I yelled</title><description>I never yell at Alec, I call out to summons him but never do I yell at him, until yesterday. Sometimes you just get to the end of the line, there is nothing left to haul in and you snap. I&#39;ve had such a problem communicating with him the last ten days. He missed almost 2 weeks of school and was allowed to do whatever he liked. I know he does hear directions and questions but can look like he doesn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled just answer me!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been trying to get him to get dressed for school for almost an hour, by this time we are now running late for school. It was awful, he told me he was never going to have a lie down cuddle with me at bed time ever again. This was to be my punishment for yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you run out of resources, sometimes you yell instead of walking away. Yelling relieves a little bit of the pent up frustration but neither action gets any result at all.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-yelled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-2947566340869951140</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-29T11:37:44.433+08:00</atom:updated><title>Getting by</title><description>A few steps forward, a few back again, some realisations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realisations are sometimes the hardest to deal with. When you realise you can&#39;t educate everyone and just because someone else has an autistic child doesn&#39;t mean they are going to think the same things are crucial like you do. This means pulling your head in and just tending to your own, you can&#39;t be responsible for someone else even if they are &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;WRONG WRONG WRONG.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;ok laughing at myself now. We are all always right aren&#39;t we, no one else could possibly know better than we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apart from my inner rantings things are going well, Alec is doing well at school, a few things need work, especially his fine motor skills and upper body strength. We finally found something that will keep him sitting still, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.commandandconquer.com/&quot;&gt;Command and Conquer&lt;/a&gt;, yes Michael taught him how to play &quot;tanks&quot; tanks is now our new obsession, that and &lt;a href=&quot;http://stargate.mgm.com/char_detail.php?id=16&quot;&gt;Teyla&lt;/a&gt; from Stargate Atlantis. We watched a bit of Stargate over the school holidays and Alec and Riley role play, they are the 2 gate guys and they always seem to be rescuing Teyla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything for the fundraiser is going well, once again blown away by peoples generosity, I see another great day coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-1640961046943944083</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2007 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-29T10:09:31.201+08:00</atom:updated><title>What is it you believe?</title><description>I believe in Early Intervention. Alec is my proof it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t believe vaccinations cause it, I know a special diet wouldn&#39;t help Alec, I don&#39;t believe there is a &#39;cure&#39;, if they do find a gene that causes autism and devise a test for it what are you going to do? have that test? abort that baby? There is management, coping strategies and early intervention. But this is my experience and decisions, everyone needs to make their own based on the needs of their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is no two autistic children are the same, while one is social and communicative but has severe sensory issues another has no sensory issues but is withdrawn and uncommunicative with a whole lot of different variations in between. Then you have to add in co morbidity (two or more conditions also present) and intellectual disability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry everyday about the future of my child. I will do anything I think will help him, I will never accuse anyone of doing the wrong thing by their child by the therapies they choose, I am only responsible for Alec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fund raise for the early intervention centre because I have seen what they can do, it is hands on hard work but so gratifying and I am humbled by the generosity of those who attended or donated last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ages of 3-6 are the most important for child with autism, I have seen my child go from being unable to cope with his surroundings, any form of change or deviation of routine to a boy who communicates, joins in and is in mainstream school.  Alec found his environment so hostile all he could do was withdraw to a safe place within himself and he communicated by squeals and noises. It hasn&#39;t been a miracle but amazing dedication by the therapists we have encountered and ourselves, for 2 years every minute of the day was a therapy session, thankfully Alec embraced it and loved going to speech, centre sessions or gym (OT) even with everything we have done i still worry I have missed something or could do more but this is a thing I have found many mums experience, we do our best no matter what path we travel.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-it-you-believe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-3596653175606193185</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 23:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-06T10:23:06.798+09:00</atom:updated><title>It&#39;s life Jim but not as we know it</title><description>When was I here last? it&#39;s been a while, we have been busy and sick and just getting by. The weekend has been a very trying one. Alec has been acting out in a very strange manner. This is the second time this has happened and it is usually in response to something that has upset him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night he started getting very angry, hitting out, hitting himself and screaming and squealing. This was true rage, he couldn&#39;t contain it and all we could do was make sure he didn&#39;t do himself any damage. One of the new strategies the psychologist gave us was to ignore all behaviours except good ones and praise those, lets just say this is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know these stem from incidents, this one from school, we ask questions but they get us nowhere except to make him confused, we worked through it though, thankfully it was a long weekend. I also kept him home today as we have a centre session at 12;30 and it is going to be 42, thought it best he have some quiet time today.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-life-jim-but-not-as-we-know-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-1990325344215060050</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 12:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-19T21:44:53.072+09:00</atom:updated><title>no one thing</title><description>bit hormonal and teary tonight, Michael and I have been feeling thankful today. We may have rough times and feel as though we could do more, then we see our baby, he received his first birthday present today, a parcel from grandma. Well he was ecstatic, when he saw what was inside he was even happier, books! Alec loves books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before he could open it we had to play pass the parcel, Michael did the music and we passed it around, when it came back to Alec he said &#39; ok dad stop the music now&#39; we just cracked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday this special boy amazes and thrills us.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-one-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-2539499703358517007</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-02T11:17:31.505+09:00</atom:updated><title>All too much</title><description>well today was the first day with the full pre-primary class together. It didn&#39;t go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec was very reluctant and argumentative while getting ready, then when we arrived he did well but the moment we walked into the class he came to a dead stop. Alec&#39;s aide Helen is my hero, within moments of walking in I was almost in tears, it is so hard to see all the other kids sitting with their parents doing puzzles and greeting their friends, while my little one won&#39;t look at anyone and turns away when he is talked to. Helen said you go and I will handle this we will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the hard times, when it becomes so apparent that your child is &#39;different&#39; from the others and you know you are doing all you can, but is it enough?</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-too-much.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-7185725517088288196</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-30T09:19:23.404+09:00</atom:updated><title>When it rains it pours</title><description>icky yellowing green stuff.. poor old Riley is sick, &lt;span onclick=&quot;BLOG_clickHandler(this)&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; up a storm. We had to have a quick change of plans at 6:30am. Riley was going to mum and dad&#39;s and I was bringing Alec to his centre session at 12:30, now Alec has gone to mum and dad&#39;s and I am off to the doctor with Riley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before Alec and Michael left for the bus Alec is coaching Riley on what you do when you &#39;choke&#39; and how you need to do it in the bucket. Alec then turned to me and said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;poor poor Riley, choking is awful&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;now you stay there Riley, I am going with dad and Kim is taking me to gym and mummy will look after you&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanted to go to his first centre session for the year, it is good to touch base with the therapists, plus it is a new place, so while Alec knows he is going to a new place he still thinks he is going to gym (OT) so we will see how all that goes, but he got to catch a bus and a train and to see his &lt;span onclick=&quot;BLOG_clickHandler(this)&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;mutti&lt;/span&gt; and Kim so I am hoping dad takes him to the park, it was what he was talking about as he walked out the door.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-it-rains-it-pours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-4143251644086854873</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jan 2007 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-20T21:13:01.464+09:00</atom:updated><title>Things that make you smile</title><description>and your heart sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to a birthday party for one of Alec&#39;s class mates. For several days proir to the event Alec was quiet adament he was not going, yet today we casually asked him and he said yes.. woo hoooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set off and we drove by a complex where we had shopped when we lived in the area. As we drove by Alec exclaimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;WOW This place is amazing would you look at it now! just amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He had a great time at the party, ate a lolipop and a few mouthfulls of iceacream, one great thing though was that he tasted popcorn, it was the coloured sweetened variety, but he put it in his mouth and chewed it 4 or 5 times then took it out. He tasted abouy 8 bits, I was so proud of him, I never push anything on him but offer him &#39;tatses&#39; of everything, which is usually met with a no thank you. I don&#39;t know why he put it in his mouth but I hope I can get him to keep trying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-that-make-you-smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-507030922613621335</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jan 2007 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-07T14:15:55.346+09:00</atom:updated><title>Amazed and thrilled</title><description>Well the school holidays so far have been amazing. Between the teachers and Helen Mirco his aide and the centre girls Alec had a thorough understanding of &#39;holiday&#39; It has helped amazingly that he has also had dad home and grandma here for almost 4 weeks, it has flown by so fast, i can&#39;t believe she goes home in two days. The boys will miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had no routine going at all and he has coped amazingly, I so proud of his &#39;go with the flow&#39; attitude right now, I see some friction once school starts and we need to re implement a structured routine. I have a few weeks yet, I am going to enjoy and savour every day, hopefully it gets me through to the next Christmas Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOf_CQN9MoCPscEmHF7nPiGPjw9wvFmirTicQPW9x3HHivwWQO8PwIyy3pQUVfBW0U0k2_Liwn7a5RbtTywDrjyEe1HyU7Soc4pYeV7d9hetk1VdRT0liouaEzxrWkW2DvcLhtA/s1600-h/07-01-07_1021.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOf_CQN9MoCPscEmHF7nPiGPjw9wvFmirTicQPW9x3HHivwWQO8PwIyy3pQUVfBW0U0k2_Liwn7a5RbtTywDrjyEe1HyU7Soc4pYeV7d9hetk1VdRT0liouaEzxrWkW2DvcLhtA/s400/07-01-07_1021.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017152720591912866&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2007/01/amazed-and-thrilled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOf_CQN9MoCPscEmHF7nPiGPjw9wvFmirTicQPW9x3HHivwWQO8PwIyy3pQUVfBW0U0k2_Liwn7a5RbtTywDrjyEe1HyU7Soc4pYeV7d9hetk1VdRT0liouaEzxrWkW2DvcLhtA/s72-c/07-01-07_1021.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-595756384781280189</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2006 22:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-23T07:52:01.723+09:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;If you put ice in my cup, it wont fall out because the lid is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is amazing, I forgot to put any special drink (sanitarium up and go) in the fridge yesterday so it was warm, this is usually Alec&#39;s prefered way of having it but not Riley, so being Christmas we ofcourse have an esky with ice in it out the back, Alec saw me put ice in Riley&#39;s and then said that to me, well i am still smiling from ear to ear, he always makes sure his drinks come with no ice, he hasn&#39;t liked the sound it makes when it hits the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn&#39;t let me get a photo of him though, so this was the best I could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAQ2gemSR5u5pTkuLYQDGazbhaL34R-KPeL3jf4MgCrbrM0zU6DbuzRsiPy8P5TVEetwxLktBFN58DjXzODJGsJVZlyt4iP18c1aqyEMXdqAM6LlxgVds-7eq4Wg1Vky9_Qy5eA/s1600-h/icedrink.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAQ2gemSR5u5pTkuLYQDGazbhaL34R-KPeL3jf4MgCrbrM0zU6DbuzRsiPy8P5TVEetwxLktBFN58DjXzODJGsJVZlyt4iP18c1aqyEMXdqAM6LlxgVds-7eq4Wg1Vky9_Qy5eA/s400/icedrink.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011487661930586018&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-you-put-ice-in-my-cup-it-wont-fall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAQ2gemSR5u5pTkuLYQDGazbhaL34R-KPeL3jf4MgCrbrM0zU6DbuzRsiPy8P5TVEetwxLktBFN58DjXzODJGsJVZlyt4iP18c1aqyEMXdqAM6LlxgVds-7eq4Wg1Vky9_Qy5eA/s72-c/icedrink.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-3945547727152150785</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2006 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-22T09:33:12.635+09:00</atom:updated><title>The other child</title><description>You know what is the hardest thing to balance, how to split yourself fairly and equally between your children. I know sometimes Riley comes out second best, but that is no excuse for him to scream at me for an hour and 15 minutes, I admit a good amount of that time I locked myself in the bathroom. For some reason Riley is unable to accept NO from me, but if my mum says NO, he says &quot;ok mutti&quot; if Michael wasn&#39;t on holidays and my mother in law wasn&#39;t staying here I&#39;m not sure I would be so calm right now, because the prospect of spending the day with my 3 year old sends me cold, it is strength i sometimes don&#39;t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec on the other hand is handling the holidays very well, there is a little more stress evident as he gets overwhelmed by some situations but on the whole he is doing well. I even got a photo of Alec and Santa and then he wanted to go back again with Riley, this is the same boy who when asked looked fearful and hid behind something at the mention of santa photos, we have come a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-iy6Czkrx6A5aenKFYzfjHo3gMeZR5ACyvVrf0V0jXyU5eAZBoMVSXlc1YXXoYOVCM_DwuQ-7jjkkJa03R44dw3x-RCwSgNTSwYMqO6KHlYiN5muy0CUuhUg0kfCVxsqNW5a2g/s1600-h/alecsanta06+copy.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-iy6Czkrx6A5aenKFYzfjHo3gMeZR5ACyvVrf0V0jXyU5eAZBoMVSXlc1YXXoYOVCM_DwuQ-7jjkkJa03R44dw3x-RCwSgNTSwYMqO6KHlYiN5muy0CUuhUg0kfCVxsqNW5a2g/s400/alecsanta06+copy.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011142488293908370&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2006/12/other-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-iy6Czkrx6A5aenKFYzfjHo3gMeZR5ACyvVrf0V0jXyU5eAZBoMVSXlc1YXXoYOVCM_DwuQ-7jjkkJa03R44dw3x-RCwSgNTSwYMqO6KHlYiN5muy0CUuhUg0kfCVxsqNW5a2g/s72-c/alecsanta06+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-7086006515837405116</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Dec 2006 06:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-03T17:08:09.410+09:00</atom:updated><title>1st School assembly</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEaGoKeRFEbzpWxTse4nA-Khz15nulxT2g0qrQcgxL80Gr2vCgvofNr8pWdS6iFnx0PdDf1wPvYcDW65V0WiF7MgviBxzCDYBCqPyCu4zc2hquECWeZU877z0nkqqfOlWqghYOOg/s400/a_santa.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004207847020131698&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so excited, this week we got our first school photos back and then Friday the first kindy PP assembly. All the school came to watch and kindy and PP did songs and a nativity play, they were all just gorgeous. Alec sang along too and wasn&#39;t bothered by the people or the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they had a party and a disco, Alec joined in at the beginning, dancing and running around with his friends but it did get a little loud for him so we went and played around the corner and sat with Mrs Mirco, Helen Alec&#39;s aide is just fantastic she is so clued in to his moods and needs and even does his compression exercises when he gets a bit worked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley was where the food was and had a lovely time sampling all the goodies everyone bought along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We coaxed Alec back to the others and they had a visit from Santa which Alec just loved, he loves Santa! After that he did a bit more dancing and as Santa left they all formed a conga line, Helen helped Alec out and once he got the idea he was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic day watching him participate, I have been so happy with the school he just loves it there.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2006/12/1st-school-assembly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUuvVejFr1ib6u7sW7vDwm4taxRrO2dsuEYmJ0M6tE54-_Bq2-kh_vShyphenhyphenSA7TdJ306b-wcLdNTAdBBHxu-xJN6_QC-CBf29JeJGo2xqIlbOu_KmoR8cPSn6yc5oWTtolDUPwhglQ/s72-c/a_concert.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-4541413732623000738</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Nov 2006 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-27T11:06:57.142+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mortally wounded</title><description>My mum said I was lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael said he sees it more as being distracted, I see it as the never ending  drudgery of picking up, cleaning, preparing meals and picking up another 4 or 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don&#39;t have a tidy house, I do still manage to spend what I consider to be too much time cleaning, washing and picking up. I picked up the lounge 5 times yesterday. We spent all morning outside and went to a christmas party in the afternoon but still it was never ending. Riley was even kind enough to draw a picture for me above the lounge, I did take mums advice and made him clean it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is really meant to be a rest day before a week of kindy and trips to therapy but not today! so far I have been to the grocery store and dropped Alec at kindy,  prepared dinner including a potato salad, marinated some chops and cleaned 2 toilets and 1 bathroom and changed 4 nappies, and it is not even 11am yet! I could keep going all day but I just don&#39;t have that &#39;I love cleaning&#39; bug, wish I did, I have friends who love to clean.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2006/11/mortally-wounded.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-3084434715930751290</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2006 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-21T15:16:20.131+08:00</atom:updated><title>Two sick kids</title><description>We still don&#39;t have the results from Riley&#39;s blood tests but he had anti bodies for rubella, just have to wait for the measels and mumps tests to come back. He woke up Saturday morning and the rash was completely gone. This is Riley&#39;s rash, it was all over his hands, feet, legs, arms and tummy.&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4102/4483/1600/590721/rash.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4102/4483/320/155055/rash.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec on the other hand was fine until Sunday night, they were both off colour Monday and I spent the day sitting watching ABC kids cuddling Riley, Alec became sicker and threw up and today we went to the dr&#39;s and he has really bad tonsillitis, medicine giving isn&#39;t going well, one 5 ml dose of antibiotics took 20 minutes, we have 3 a day for the next 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much time for anything but caring for the critters right now, we did have fun with clag glue and glitter yesterday, we just hung our effort up in Alec&#39;s room..</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-sick-kids.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-5367206065894245764</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-16T11:21:20.004+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meltdowns</category><title>When the right question is the wrong question</title><description>Today is a hard day, this week has been warm and I think it is having an adverse effect on Alec, the last two nights we have had extended meltdowns over such things as what animal cards each boy gets and how to prepare his dinner. He has been asleep as soon as the lights are out, which has left Riley wandering the house, one night until 10:30pm! He has been amazingly good though, at three he is learning action and consequence, something Alec doesn&#39;t understand. Lately we have been trying to re-enforce the &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;we are cross about xyz but we still love you&lt;/span&gt; message, after telling Alec off a little while after he will come and ask if I&#39;m happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find hardest is to try and put myself in his place, I know how his mind works and know his expectations in situations but the stress of getting two kids through k-mart without losing the plot myself is hard, you know those looks I mentioned well I got lots of those today, I was able to stay calm and let him know what we were doing Riley was very good Alec was crying, cross, confused and demanding all wrapped up together. We got through it but it leaves me drained, it takes a lot of strength not to lose it in the toy aisle at k-mart I tell you.</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-right-question-is-wrong-question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-7714221514811420537</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Nov 2006 01:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-14T10:02:56.987+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autism</category><title>memory</title><description>Alec is developing or actually has the most amazing memory. It has a lot to do with organising things in his head, making sure things are predictable for him. He knows how to get places, down to each turn that is made and land mark passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he had no concept of time passed and such things as today, tomorrow, yesterday and this morning he can recall whole events as though they happened 20 minutes ago. This morning he asked me which way i was driving him to school, I told him the usual way, he laughed and said silly daddy, he drove me the wrong way to school, he went that way, we don&#39;t go that way to school. Well the last time Michael drove him to school was in August when I was at Kiwi Scraps, poor Michael it wasn&#39;t too funny for him as Alec had a complete meltdown, the stress of me not being there and then going the wrong way was too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can be terribly adaptable though, we do park in the same place all the time when we go to ocean Keys, in the dark by the lift, unless Alec says he wants to go up the travelator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when we go to EI he asks before we get off the freeway which way we are going as we do EI at two different venues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another part of our lives now, someplaces we can&#39;t go because the stress it causes him is too great but he is making progress. We are learning..</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2006/11/memory.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36728838.post-6364619830118654843</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 23:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-13T07:17:35.859+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autism</category><title>Every time I come here i cry!</title><description>Thank you Libby! As I write this I also learn so much. To be honest until the start of 4th term I hadn&#39;t really cried at all, now I do all the time. I made this blog to wrtie down whatever it was that came into my head and so far it is working, the crying wasn&#39;t expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to another Centre mum and we found we had the same worries and concerns, you see 4th term is when aide applications go in and decisions have to be made about schooling. Both our boys are going into pre-primary, the standard worries are, have we done enough, is this the right thing for them and us and is there anything else we should be doing and then the surprising one was the grief again. I suppose when you have to make these kinds of decisions it brings it back home to you that your child and your family aren&#39;t ever going to be like everyone else.  This again makes me realise that we also don&#39;t have it that bad which I know but I also decided I was in no way going to belittle our situation based on the severity or lack there of , of Alec&#39;s  condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feedback, I like knowing I am not alone in all this, so Lib if you have comeback thank you, thank you for reading and being honest and not being offended</description><link>http://a-chance-of-rain.blogspot.com/2006/11/every-time-i-come-here-i-cry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alli)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>