<?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-2424673615995145219</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 06 Sep 2024 12:27:18 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Sita&#39;s World</title><description></description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-2219469123087926753</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T10:22:20.936-07:00</atom:updated><title>Back to school</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3dX9b9pmfipaG-xnCjdKa7BI444C2_Jo0DZRYgJBY-Ji1pMSGLflgJmPfa3DOqk8C7qBHOVrevAhvXRCprT_voXH5k-fg2otAAdOz9ih1HJloC1s2gdOMjYIWLO7PyVcJ_i-_lC5vjg/s1600-h/DSC02720.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372097437569114242&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3dX9b9pmfipaG-xnCjdKa7BI444C2_Jo0DZRYgJBY-Ji1pMSGLflgJmPfa3DOqk8C7qBHOVrevAhvXRCprT_voXH5k-fg2otAAdOz9ih1HJloC1s2gdOMjYIWLO7PyVcJ_i-_lC5vjg/s320/DSC02720.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When school opens is a happy and a sad time for me. My kids are going to be away from me but I know they have to learn. My little one is going to be in 1st grade and my son is going to be in 5th grade, wow time sure goes by fast. They will be in school for longer hours but I know there will still not be enough time in a day. My son is already for school which makes me feel great. Or he maybe sick of seeing me all the time, hahaha. I am so proud of their progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having them going to school has made them more independent. Which will help them progress in life&#39;s ups and downs. &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3dX9b9pmfipaG-xnCjdKa7BI444C2_Jo0DZRYgJBY-Ji1pMSGLflgJmPfa3DOqk8C7qBHOVrevAhvXRCprT_voXH5k-fg2otAAdOz9ih1HJloC1s2gdOMjYIWLO7PyVcJ_i-_lC5vjg/s72-c/DSC02720.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-5823287900647221749</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 22:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-29T15:52:04.704-07:00</atom:updated><title>Solo Cup Photo Contest</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.solocups4ever.com/start/&quot;&gt;Solo Cup Photo Contest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href=&quot;http://addthis.com&quot;&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/solo-cup-photo-contest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-6020707136954051944</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T11:07:23.674-07:00</atom:updated><title>Small world</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_-ynOO5SLC5cFQ3OAjTBhGT4IBwIqjPNv_kx7js0hhgeZCblFBb3Giau71q7Q_8eaU4djAC-lEoM7qddwCL5DcyTNRLWcvNul8QYUhPEBZQxsizwuHHwKPaSjtqm6xqoPv4Yuf73mH0/s1600-h/DSC02749.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363672468147624338&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_-ynOO5SLC5cFQ3OAjTBhGT4IBwIqjPNv_kx7js0hhgeZCblFBb3Giau71q7Q_8eaU4djAC-lEoM7qddwCL5DcyTNRLWcvNul8QYUhPEBZQxsizwuHHwKPaSjtqm6xqoPv4Yuf73mH0/s320/DSC02749.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How small has the world has become. I am a South African married to a man from India and living in USA. Small right but it has become even smaller with all the social networking sites. I have met people I would never come across in my daily like. Some for a couple of years and knowing some one out there with similar every day challenges , I know I am not alone. Just a pick me up when I am down and also to share my joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to get all the feed back of ideas on how to work with my kids and also give mine so it may help someone else. The internet has changed the world as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/small-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_-ynOO5SLC5cFQ3OAjTBhGT4IBwIqjPNv_kx7js0hhgeZCblFBb3Giau71q7Q_8eaU4djAC-lEoM7qddwCL5DcyTNRLWcvNul8QYUhPEBZQxsizwuHHwKPaSjtqm6xqoPv4Yuf73mH0/s72-c/DSC02749.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-5202193734784172726</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T12:44:03.358-07:00</atom:updated><title>Good times</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMcPlBhcMo0esNFa8qoPHOyaHPEKLxJ2s4NmJbedEZ7r1jnklY-Ui8kG87wfx1SkAByxl5qXyibNam5jzQwARbHSjunx5olfYmvg4jw_swn7GwtL6dkxlpWMqHbHX6GbcDPQoXiboeyk/s1600-h/P1040759.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363221982892091458&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMcPlBhcMo0esNFa8qoPHOyaHPEKLxJ2s4NmJbedEZ7r1jnklY-Ui8kG87wfx1SkAByxl5qXyibNam5jzQwARbHSjunx5olfYmvg4jw_swn7GwtL6dkxlpWMqHbHX6GbcDPQoXiboeyk/s320/P1040759.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good things happen during bad time.  Yes  it is true, my husband is out of work for couple months now and the children have gotten more close to him.  My daughter is a daddy&#39;s girl but my son is a mommy&#39;s boy and with his dad been home was a bit difficult for him.  From me been there to his dad, it was out of his routine.  My son has autism and does not do well in change but as time went on he looks to him for help.  The best part was he choose his dad over me for certain things, which made me sad and happy at the same time.  To be honest it is kind of a break for me.  It is so good to see them get even closer and I know they would not change.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMcPlBhcMo0esNFa8qoPHOyaHPEKLxJ2s4NmJbedEZ7r1jnklY-Ui8kG87wfx1SkAByxl5qXyibNam5jzQwARbHSjunx5olfYmvg4jw_swn7GwtL6dkxlpWMqHbHX6GbcDPQoXiboeyk/s72-c/P1040759.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-3615652023585549662</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T00:17:26.341-07:00</atom:updated><title>Letting go</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdpzv2b2p0HEv97h1U8HTPYqMNLPkToTjFP9HI5mUpVGwgTD2KO_RZIqZXHCSOvz7KeDq856hna4C-dwvJzLVzEyvCLfLG21WLNq0hyphenhyphenbFgylGB1MZdCZbOazruTSdhUSaLLWauoV6nIo/s1600-h/DSC02869.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359231095230035874&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdpzv2b2p0HEv97h1U8HTPYqMNLPkToTjFP9HI5mUpVGwgTD2KO_RZIqZXHCSOvz7KeDq856hna4C-dwvJzLVzEyvCLfLG21WLNq0hyphenhyphenbFgylGB1MZdCZbOazruTSdhUSaLLWauoV6nIo/s320/DSC02869.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always thought going to the county fair would be a challenge with my son. As long as someone sitting next to him he would be fine and that would be the only way he would sit trough the ride, I was scared of him trying to get off the rides while in mid motion. His dad went with him on the first ride , all went well. One the second he dad let him go alone, to honest I was not happy at all. But I bit my tongue and just prayed everything would be fine. I could not wait for the ride to be over, and it was. I was over joyed and at the same time felt not needed. But as I watched him ride more rides on his own, I noticed something he looked so proud. It was good seeing that look on his face. I know I have to let him spread his wings and become more brave and independent. One thing for sure he might need me less. I always let him know we will always be there for him whenever he needs us. &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/letting-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdpzv2b2p0HEv97h1U8HTPYqMNLPkToTjFP9HI5mUpVGwgTD2KO_RZIqZXHCSOvz7KeDq856hna4C-dwvJzLVzEyvCLfLG21WLNq0hyphenhyphenbFgylGB1MZdCZbOazruTSdhUSaLLWauoV6nIo/s72-c/DSC02869.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-2046072703592354575</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T17:50:04.438-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cheese over candy</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1d2q-1kReOPgh0_MQPOayQgZbxWuTIsGvNY_5m1ekn7R8GlAeqWYTG2-Vlun3ZawW6LTsgH7HKncvfQYRBtCaCeWkn6p3ZckrOhAJ1oXrCp2NW1SqE5d7afjKv3gBCw_ZcQOeGcJzypc/s1600-h/DSC02751.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077790299799698&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1d2q-1kReOPgh0_MQPOayQgZbxWuTIsGvNY_5m1ekn7R8GlAeqWYTG2-Vlun3ZawW6LTsgH7HKncvfQYRBtCaCeWkn6p3ZckrOhAJ1oXrCp2NW1SqE5d7afjKv3gBCw_ZcQOeGcJzypc/s320/DSC02751.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_4-g7UadviNlPhblqeFYVwO94WsOJPR5_KClTVmMMQhOytc74vYVrZmjPpAkwaGHLiQu-MfO6iAVTyTfYW_1tHTe8U5vE2ZnK5fLQdU7u5l98xAVjyUIgtZQlajmlKWQpFnWNJ69OIzk/s1600-h/DSC02804.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359049476751651746&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 5px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 6px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_4-g7UadviNlPhblqeFYVwO94WsOJPR5_KClTVmMMQhOytc74vYVrZmjPpAkwaGHLiQu-MfO6iAVTyTfYW_1tHTe8U5vE2ZnK5fLQdU7u5l98xAVjyUIgtZQlajmlKWQpFnWNJ69OIzk/s320/DSC02804.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my daughter grocery shopping is not so fun, with all the candy, soda  all right at the check out. She would cry for for her candy which I hate buying. But this trip to the store was so funny. We had done shopping and was  paying. Then  all of a sudden she started to scream and cry, I thought oh no the candy, yeah I gave in and gave it to her. But she said no and I could not figure why she was crying . She pointed to the bags in the cart, so I carried her over and looked in the bags yo see what she wanted. I could not believe she was crying for her string cheese.  Yes string cheese I could not believe it.  But at the same time I was so proud she wanted her cheese compared to candy.  It is good to see that she looks up to her brother, he had gotten her started with cheese.  I  feel so proud to see they are learning from each other.  Now I just hope they only  learn the good habits.   I know wishful thinking but I can hope.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheese-over-candy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1d2q-1kReOPgh0_MQPOayQgZbxWuTIsGvNY_5m1ekn7R8GlAeqWYTG2-Vlun3ZawW6LTsgH7HKncvfQYRBtCaCeWkn6p3ZckrOhAJ1oXrCp2NW1SqE5d7afjKv3gBCw_ZcQOeGcJzypc/s72-c/DSC02751.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-6824871621721395812</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 23:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T09:24:53.429-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mother Natures Wonders</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAvQzOauESBmmI9ALjDJ0jZbD-JCGToBmcBlbPTNsRfRjqMcE1DoIwlfHF-CVqch747UsBJZ5eKlTKPEZu_o4kBkv_SsEYMKRAqhbpiNRpkdXUYtuUs1X90f0KG2MSueL0yJ40rO2B8A/s1600-h/DSC02754.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357719326538814386&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAvQzOauESBmmI9ALjDJ0jZbD-JCGToBmcBlbPTNsRfRjqMcE1DoIwlfHF-CVqch747UsBJZ5eKlTKPEZu_o4kBkv_SsEYMKRAqhbpiNRpkdXUYtuUs1X90f0KG2MSueL0yJ40rO2B8A/s320/DSC02754.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;Wow, I have to say summer has the most beautiful sunsets. Who needs to pay money to see what beauty Mother Nature has to offer. I just stood there taking the sunset, watching as the sun disappears . &#39;Mommy&#39; was the word that brought me back to earth. I called to my son to see the sunset and did not want to . How ironic it is because of him I started to enjoy the simple things in life. Taking note of all that we seem to forget in our busy lives. With both my children I begin to see life in a whole new way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/mother-natures-wonders.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAvQzOauESBmmI9ALjDJ0jZbD-JCGToBmcBlbPTNsRfRjqMcE1DoIwlfHF-CVqch747UsBJZ5eKlTKPEZu_o4kBkv_SsEYMKRAqhbpiNRpkdXUYtuUs1X90f0KG2MSueL0yJ40rO2B8A/s72-c/DSC02754.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-457449361033696153</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-12T16:24:04.875-07:00</atom:updated><title>Two worlds as One</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhid2ClxDyO7F931JSpyP2D8WBgUiI_LZG16Hxik5DkDngnhiDNVXJn_VgXwwyq45AUwpGIATbR8Clq2-FOHFwFQiXzfJkKSY-1KP6SyyAJjLR9aGEAPKYN1GrDbdt15Z_cVis4CR45M0U/s1600-h/DSC02723.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357712823807799682&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhid2ClxDyO7F931JSpyP2D8WBgUiI_LZG16Hxik5DkDngnhiDNVXJn_VgXwwyq45AUwpGIATbR8Clq2-FOHFwFQiXzfJkKSY-1KP6SyyAJjLR9aGEAPKYN1GrDbdt15Z_cVis4CR45M0U/s320/DSC02723.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought the day would come, the when both my children play with one another.  My son who has autism and my daughter has CRS,  two different  forms of disabilities, how could they meet in the center and play. They knew each other was there but did not play one on one. I used to sit with both of them and use hand over hand and make them play together.   I would always be there  helping them play together.  Then one day out of the blue he walked to her and sat opposite her took her hands in his and started to sing.  She looked at him laughing and trying to sing.  It was such a good feeling to see them play together and I did not have to the medium.  All I can yes kids from different worlds and disabilities can play together all they need is patients and a little help.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-worlds-as-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhid2ClxDyO7F931JSpyP2D8WBgUiI_LZG16Hxik5DkDngnhiDNVXJn_VgXwwyq45AUwpGIATbR8Clq2-FOHFwFQiXzfJkKSY-1KP6SyyAJjLR9aGEAPKYN1GrDbdt15Z_cVis4CR45M0U/s72-c/DSC02723.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-2330184051816325231</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 03:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T20:34:15.562-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sea Lions</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYW2xYUB5OzprOyhNDi0KmbWOQ9vGDF7EY5Fz6k39wmXuwOzTGjiFZCtc-kK8ashnQI8TTNYgTd8lfL0QfokQFi5erteyTQTfWWSsNEF5OwmXcYmFX05SkAhYbuAlXCEjwM52vHGBBrkY/s1600-h/DCP_0057.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356664716678972018&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYW2xYUB5OzprOyhNDi0KmbWOQ9vGDF7EY5Fz6k39wmXuwOzTGjiFZCtc-kK8ashnQI8TTNYgTd8lfL0QfokQFi5erteyTQTfWWSsNEF5OwmXcYmFX05SkAhYbuAlXCEjwM52vHGBBrkY/s320/DCP_0057.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87DqQIez1uq5btVa5sHUxzOuHTOzeMjcHBOAoB_x2kOjxn8d0yGvo7vYlnNdiGCJNQ1fcFL24vINP-w68kVgrEyLrhwPWDTS8DqHFsQSCkJkop7Tqn0LhjVbOsacyKHa8Qm0V14N4BRk/s1600-h/P1000366.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356662639690543570&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 14px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87DqQIez1uq5btVa5sHUxzOuHTOzeMjcHBOAoB_x2kOjxn8d0yGvo7vYlnNdiGCJNQ1fcFL24vINP-w68kVgrEyLrhwPWDTS8DqHFsQSCkJkop7Tqn0LhjVbOsacyKHa8Qm0V14N4BRk/s320/P1000366.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going to the docks  has one of the best perks,  seeing sea lions.    The children loved seeing them in real life and not just in books or television.   My children don&#39;t like  staying in one place for a long time but they love seeing them that they did not want to go.   It was very calming looking at them even if they just lay there.</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/sea-lions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYW2xYUB5OzprOyhNDi0KmbWOQ9vGDF7EY5Fz6k39wmXuwOzTGjiFZCtc-kK8ashnQI8TTNYgTd8lfL0QfokQFi5erteyTQTfWWSsNEF5OwmXcYmFX05SkAhYbuAlXCEjwM52vHGBBrkY/s72-c/DCP_0057.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-1874647618682257993</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T08:50:34.000-07:00</atom:updated><title>I will find a way</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iwtF1Apv044OGyIKxf3bGu83q-TRK_teLbLAe9rYDzQEmuzd405XUHxv53EgYJqSeQhBtsPndGHphbKUxfGu8TkqDutDYpvWrU4hokrXbw4-WvThhw18hXqJTfcvswQTU5Y0zzyAcUI/s1600-h/DSC02701.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356480715383523826&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iwtF1Apv044OGyIKxf3bGu83q-TRK_teLbLAe9rYDzQEmuzd405XUHxv53EgYJqSeQhBtsPndGHphbKUxfGu8TkqDutDYpvWrU4hokrXbw4-WvThhw18hXqJTfcvswQTU5Y0zzyAcUI/s320/DSC02701.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was having my 4 month ultra sound done when the Dr looked at me and said &quot; I think there is something wrong&quot;.  My heart dropped to the floor and been brave asked what is wrong,  She might not be able to move from the waist down and needed to do  an intensive ultra sound to be done.  Did all the ultra sounds and it all confirmed it.  I cried and cried but knew I had to be strong her her.  Getting to know all that was to be known about Caudal Regression Syndrome (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;CRS&lt;/span&gt;) and accepting the worse.  Thinking of how I am going to do this, having a son who has autism and  having a baby with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;CRS&lt;/span&gt;.  When I looked at the monitor and just seeing her knew I can do this.  Scared out of my mind of not knowing what will happen.  But when she was born, nothing seemed to matter.   Seeing her face for the first time, I knew I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came home, my son was a big brother and keeping a watchful eye on her all the time.  I wanted to do everything for her, did not want her to feel any pain.  But I knew I had to think with my head and not just my heart.  Sitting in front of her  and waited for her to figure a way she has to move to get to me, was the best thing ever.  She worked her way to me and I saw that joy in her face of &quot;I did it&quot;.  That gave me the courage to let her find her way to do things.  And today she has she has such a will power to do things her way, does not like to be helped unless she ask for it.  And she loves her freedom of moving with her cool wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy she is who she is and she is not her disability</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-will-find-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iwtF1Apv044OGyIKxf3bGu83q-TRK_teLbLAe9rYDzQEmuzd405XUHxv53EgYJqSeQhBtsPndGHphbKUxfGu8TkqDutDYpvWrU4hokrXbw4-WvThhw18hXqJTfcvswQTU5Y0zzyAcUI/s72-c/DSC02701.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-3723432670621166511</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T02:36:59.835-07:00</atom:updated><title>Water</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5_6AUy6eqs2G4Ypfdr74aBenoVt600NrbBj49tNYsmR8duBVoCP5bGqdtQj55ZANWHsnwRx17eBzQDUpMKrfG4QUJOqTFBJQiVVnUAzOCM3ubbE7KSrrnG-EpUOvOCYx5nRgx7t3CZA/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356280227199394530&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5_6AUy6eqs2G4Ypfdr74aBenoVt600NrbBj49tNYsmR8duBVoCP5bGqdtQj55ZANWHsnwRx17eBzQDUpMKrfG4QUJOqTFBJQiVVnUAzOCM3ubbE7KSrrnG-EpUOvOCYx5nRgx7t3CZA/s320/DSC02705.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having got my children to drink more water, I used to buy bottle water so they would think it&#39;s cool to do so.   Now wanting to lessen our carbon footprint decided to to go with reusable water bottles.  I thought I would be going through many  reusable water bottles. I was wrong.  I am still on the first bottle I got them.  My son who has autism  manages to remember to bring his bottle back at the end of each school day.  In a way it also have thought him to be a bit more responsible for his things.  As for my daughter, she  also remembers to bring her bottle home with her.  I have to say I am very surprised they have become responsible of their belongings.  In my books that is a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/water.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5_6AUy6eqs2G4Ypfdr74aBenoVt600NrbBj49tNYsmR8duBVoCP5bGqdtQj55ZANWHsnwRx17eBzQDUpMKrfG4QUJOqTFBJQiVVnUAzOCM3ubbE7KSrrnG-EpUOvOCYx5nRgx7t3CZA/s72-c/DSC02705.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-6939420273019471346</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T19:21:09.334-07:00</atom:updated><title>Little joys</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVRZoRnNpmqXHxhCaMCfY4GisdGgA0Sf95XNGZGar15EaxfL1OFvswMeQzgXXCjJSHJpaGzoolr_YkB27_RyBC-m8_jYPjSY1sRpdyg_ufn6BW43zoaqg5QFlij-zUUlW6NmIe806NTs/s1600-h/DSC02696.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356277011563491234&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVRZoRnNpmqXHxhCaMCfY4GisdGgA0Sf95XNGZGar15EaxfL1OFvswMeQzgXXCjJSHJpaGzoolr_YkB27_RyBC-m8_jYPjSY1sRpdyg_ufn6BW43zoaqg5QFlij-zUUlW6NmIe806NTs/s320/DSC02696.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little simple things makes my children happy.  When my little one came from school with a bead &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt; she made for me and put it on for me.  Her face &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;beamed&lt;/span&gt; with joy as she waited for my reaction.  I looked at her and said thank you.  For the rest of the day she &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; looking to see if I still have it on, and the joy returns to her face.   When I look at it, it brings a smile to my face and  I can see her face &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;beaming&lt;/span&gt;  with pride.</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-joys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVRZoRnNpmqXHxhCaMCfY4GisdGgA0Sf95XNGZGar15EaxfL1OFvswMeQzgXXCjJSHJpaGzoolr_YkB27_RyBC-m8_jYPjSY1sRpdyg_ufn6BW43zoaqg5QFlij-zUUlW6NmIe806NTs/s72-c/DSC02696.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-97965603259618190</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T08:41:01.430-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sweet sounds of  waterfalls</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWhKNnJwfFFxDyjA9mumUB0yUMNQiLhN9eWHTmBVy6ZtkW7SEIsSpDyknKgxnbHpq_relTyAw3WltIiJ3wQiH_xd5FBQ-WlhXWIIPIlyZkKfKT4hFbCsU6YeG2zXSlmFHInYKk-54I3xU/s1600-h/DSC02678.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWhKNnJwfFFxDyjA9mumUB0yUMNQiLhN9eWHTmBVy6ZtkW7SEIsSpDyknKgxnbHpq_relTyAw3WltIiJ3wQiH_xd5FBQ-WlhXWIIPIlyZkKfKT4hFbCsU6YeG2zXSlmFHInYKk-54I3xU/s320/DSC02678.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356111485097073138&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;The sweet sounds of a water fall is so relaxing.  But when the real thing is miles away,  a water fountain is the next best thing.   Which I personaliy think every home should have one.   At the end of a busy nerve raking day, just to sit down with your eyes closed and just &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;.  Soothing away the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt; day.   And most of all have a good night sleep and ready to take on the next  day.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-sounds-of-waterfalls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWhKNnJwfFFxDyjA9mumUB0yUMNQiLhN9eWHTmBVy6ZtkW7SEIsSpDyknKgxnbHpq_relTyAw3WltIiJ3wQiH_xd5FBQ-WlhXWIIPIlyZkKfKT4hFbCsU6YeG2zXSlmFHInYKk-54I3xU/s72-c/DSC02678.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-2325866749853577608</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 01:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T18:23:59.861-07:00</atom:updated><title>Diet vs Lifestyle change</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7Kw0pgFW4sRRa_ohyphenhyphenglNnUdyXyGCnWVuTCAMHyS3ur5hcKvtlzEckJTuIh1IrzHbiS4l5JgSqPvA_6fOmKpz3IoTerOF08GMXqoseEayuXMUSb04ksW4RxMNTpkRxwFpwV-W8LjRj90/s1600-h/DSC02697.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356264941397993266&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7Kw0pgFW4sRRa_ohyphenhyphenglNnUdyXyGCnWVuTCAMHyS3ur5hcKvtlzEckJTuIh1IrzHbiS4l5JgSqPvA_6fOmKpz3IoTerOF08GMXqoseEayuXMUSb04ksW4RxMNTpkRxwFpwV-W8LjRj90/s320/DSC02697.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;hidefrompromo&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10px; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Diet&quot;, oh that word is so wrong in so many ways. Why should we be on a diet? I cannot understand why don;t we try to be and eat healthy. When I think of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Diet&lt;/span&gt; and I know x amount of days have to watch what ever goes in my mouth. And then after those days I can eat whatever I want. I am NOT on a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;diet&lt;/span&gt; but I choose to make a lifestyle change. And what I put in my mouth is what I choose to and not anyone else letting me know if I can eat it or not. It is about 2 years I changed the way I think of food and what I choose to eat made a big &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt;. I know I am on the right path for a better lifestyle for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Diet&lt;/span&gt; - no thank you&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyle change - yes thank you</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/diet-vs-lifestyle-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7Kw0pgFW4sRRa_ohyphenhyphenglNnUdyXyGCnWVuTCAMHyS3ur5hcKvtlzEckJTuIh1IrzHbiS4l5JgSqPvA_6fOmKpz3IoTerOF08GMXqoseEayuXMUSb04ksW4RxMNTpkRxwFpwV-W8LjRj90/s72-c/DSC02697.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-4090004614509390560</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-06T09:43:06.969-07:00</atom:updated><title>I can swim</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Ts3OqsGgH3S8eD4hq7UVNYC_oIJhqj6UWF6oPcDbuWWPkHgvqKgON92Q4Q8geUITzGfoqXq3N4rO04I5NWz2pqXQxrdnU8ExOBOlhPj6dPmy5BcmMC5cTVR8cIZab0MmbhtpMZqeC_Q/s1600-h/DSC02665.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Ts3OqsGgH3S8eD4hq7UVNYC_oIJhqj6UWF6oPcDbuWWPkHgvqKgON92Q4Q8geUITzGfoqXq3N4rO04I5NWz2pqXQxrdnU8ExOBOlhPj6dPmy5BcmMC5cTVR8cIZab0MmbhtpMZqeC_Q/s320/DSC02665.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388191056908658&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the pool used to a dreaded feeling for me.  My daughter who is in the wheelchair is unable to swim  but given the chance she shines and surprised me.  She got into her ring and swam.  Yes, she paddled with her hands and was on the other end of the pool.  Shocked was I but now I know given the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; she will shine.  One thing for sure children with limitations are children without limits.</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-swim.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Ts3OqsGgH3S8eD4hq7UVNYC_oIJhqj6UWF6oPcDbuWWPkHgvqKgON92Q4Q8geUITzGfoqXq3N4rO04I5NWz2pqXQxrdnU8ExOBOlhPj6dPmy5BcmMC5cTVR8cIZab0MmbhtpMZqeC_Q/s72-c/DSC02665.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424673615995145219.post-5187836338616874067</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T17:27:23.710-07:00</atom:updated><title>Camera in the hands of an Austic boy</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_Hw7YgPXW1ppArL3_wHk0XO-OsGigp_JmApaAEc-73JrUVB7WqUFxoZsYn0D39HNLSyWKGmBFwyCZW8GHKHNTZY1PmuwwB_KcbUPY6hEcyI-Of1Nc30XvqKv7VY-rqSnyCImoC3si24/s1600-h/DSC02433.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_Hw7YgPXW1ppArL3_wHk0XO-OsGigp_JmApaAEc-73JrUVB7WqUFxoZsYn0D39HNLSyWKGmBFwyCZW8GHKHNTZY1PmuwwB_KcbUPY6hEcyI-Of1Nc30XvqKv7VY-rqSnyCImoC3si24/s320/DSC02433.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354022104179391602&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;autism&lt;/span&gt; and giving him a camera was the best thing we have done.  He is limited speech and he takes photos of what he likes.  This really helps with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; his likes and seeing things through his eyes.  It is also interesting to see what catches his attention, and animals is what he love &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.</description><link>http://sitadj.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-son-has-autism-and-giving-him-camera.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_Hw7YgPXW1ppArL3_wHk0XO-OsGigp_JmApaAEc-73JrUVB7WqUFxoZsYn0D39HNLSyWKGmBFwyCZW8GHKHNTZY1PmuwwB_KcbUPY6hEcyI-Of1Nc30XvqKv7VY-rqSnyCImoC3si24/s72-c/DSC02433.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>