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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFQ346cCp7ImA9WhRaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473933761823187520</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:31:52.018-05:00</updated><category term="children" /><category term="service dog" /><category term="funny" /><category term="schedule" /><category term="comedy" /><category term="neuro typical" /><category term="ritalin" /><category term="autism" /><category term="school dance" /><category term="parent" /><category term="parenting" /><category term="medication" /><category term="communication" /><category term="school" /><category term="dog" /><category term="service" /><category term="nerd" /><category term="book" /><category term="help" /><category term="spd" /><category term="special needs" /><category term="sign language" /><category term="disability" /><category term="abilify" /><category term="sensory processing disorder" /><category term="Bipolar disorder" /><category term="evaluation" /><category term="comic relief" /><category term="sensory integration" /><category term="Halloween" /><category term="family" /><category term="asperger's" /><category term="diagnoses" /><category term="sick" /><category term="2nd opinion" /><category term="writing" /><category term="headache" /><category term="diagnosis" /><category term="dance" /><category term="routine" /><category term="neuro psychologist" /><category term="bipolar NOS" /><category term="humor" /><category term="Children's Development Center" /><title>Understanding Austin</title><subtitle type="html">Understanding the mind of a special needs child.  Our journey through doctors, diagnoses, disappointments, and victories.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://understandingaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://understandingaustin.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673644249633807062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APIIP-WGxMk/TOKjivcAZMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/GynflAT8Tdw/S220/FoxxfireAvatar.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/GRxzw" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/grxzw" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/" /><logo>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</logo><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/GRxzw</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUFR38zcSp7ImA9Wx9SGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473933761823187520.post-6631747927519757825</id><published>2010-12-08T08:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:16:56.189-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-08T08:16:56.189-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="headache" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abilify" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medication" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sick" /><title>Austin's Medication</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://understandingaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6631747927519757825/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://understandingaustin.blogspot.com/2010/12/austins-medication.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473933761823187520/posts/default/6631747927519757825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473933761823187520/posts/default/6631747927519757825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GRxzw/~3/_7Su5QxcsjI/austins-medication.html" title="Austin's Medication" /><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673644249633807062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APIIP-WGxMk/TOKjivcAZMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/GynflAT8Tdw/S220/FoxxfireAvatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">I'm sorry that I've been gone so long.  What with monitoring Austin's meds and the recent flood that we had in our area I've been quite busy.  Our local campground was under 3 1/2 feet of water.

Austin has been having some problems with taking his medication, Abilify, in the morning.  He has it in liquid form so we kind of side stepped the taking pills problem.  The doctor instructed me to give 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9CSt36O45pLNxg304MrdvqgTsnA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9CSt36O45pLNxg304MrdvqgTsnA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GRxzw/~4/_7Su5QxcsjI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://understandingaustin.blogspot.com/2010/12/austins-medication.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MAQXw4eSp7ImA9Wx9TFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473933761823187520.post-6986299452756978103</id><published>2010-11-23T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T11:57:20.231-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-23T11:57:20.231-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special needs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="asperger's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="routine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abilify" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medication" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="schedule" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="autism" /><title>Austin's Bad Day and New Medication</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://understandingaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6986299452756978103/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://understandingaustin.blogspot.com/2010/11/austins-bad-day-and-new-medication.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473933761823187520/posts/default/6986299452756978103?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473933761823187520/posts/default/6986299452756978103?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GRxzw/~3/s4PlfA3EnfE/austins-bad-day-and-new-medication.html" title="Austin's Bad Day and New Medication" /><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673644249633807062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APIIP-WGxMk/TOKjivcAZMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/GynflAT8Tdw/S220/FoxxfireAvatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Yesterday was a very exhausting day.  I overslept.  Therefore the kids overslept.  As most of you know, with a special needs child, routine is a very important factor in setting the pace for a good day.  Austin did not do well with this change in his schedule.  He usually has to have at least 30 minutes to wake up and allow himself time to focus on what needs to be done before he can even get 
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I understand it is more sensible to use computers.  However, how often does a child have a computer on hand when they go on an outing
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I am so frustrated right now!  I just got home from Austin's neuro-psychologist appointment and sat down and cried.  The doctor spent about 1 1/2 hours explaining how the brain works.  If I had wanted a medical lecture I would have gone back to my Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology college professor.  This
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Austin has always had problems 
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This is my first week participating in this blog hop.  This weeks' topic is to share a funny memory of my child.

So, here goes...



Austin prefers to have on as little clothes as possible.  Since he is 12 now, he usually just wears his boxer shorts around the house.  But, when he was very little, he loved going naked (inside and outside).  In 2001, we had just moved from New Jersey to 
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"I have a head ache," was his reply.  He's just like me.  When someone asks me that question, I take it literally and tell them exactly how I feel.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said.  "I hope you start 
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This Weeks Question: 

What do you love most about your child?

It's really hard to 
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“He needs his ass beat,” 
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Since Halloween is almost here.  The 
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That is what Austin provides for our family.  He is the funniest 12 year old boy that I know.  In fact, I have dubbed him the "Jim Carrey" of the family.  There is never a dull moment with him.  

Sometimes, when things
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/db4nxTcbN_AiPVQHTOFqjuqrkDs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/db4nxTcbN_AiPVQHTOFqjuqrkDs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GRxzw/~4/ZiYDIiwiKJ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://understandingaustin.blogspot.com/2010/10/austins-funny-bone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCRXc8fip7ImA9Wx5bE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473933761823187520.post-927301864652288141</id><published>2010-10-25T12:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:17:44.976-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-28T18:17:44.976-04:00</app:edited><title>Sunday Fun</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://understandingaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/927301864652288141/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://understandingaustin.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday-fun.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473933761823187520/posts/default/927301864652288141?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473933761823187520/posts/default/927301864652288141?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GRxzw/~3/W1xGlH9CnAk/sunday-fun.html" title="Sunday Fun" /><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673644249633807062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APIIP-WGxMk/TOKjivcAZMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/GynflAT8Tdw/S220/FoxxfireAvatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APIIP-WGxMk/TMWzPRiEGiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jA6d9OgCi90/s72-c/103_1688.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Austin is used to a schedule during the week.  Weekday mornings he gets up, gets in the shower, eats breakfast, brushes his teeth, and heads off to school.  Once at school, his day is already planned out for him.  His evenings are scheduled too.  So, his weekends can become a bit frustrating for him when he gets bored.

Yesterday, he was moping around the house complaining that he was bored.  He 
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He always seemed highly intelligent but his 
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