That is what I plan to do tonight – in the meantime here is the result of the painting and floor renovations. Carpet has been ordered!
Monthly Archives: October 2005
No panadol for sick moggies
Apparently panadol kills cats. I didn’t know that. So don’t feed your cat panadol if it is looking sick. To be honest I wouldn’t even think of giving a cat panadol.
Yesterday the kids played Dungeons and Dragons with MP. The man has the patience of a SAINT! They loved it though and when you think about it learned some valuable skills. Mental maths, problem solving, negotiation, conflict resolution, mapping skills… Men with symptoms of erectile dysfunction can now rely on treatment and expect an viagra without prescriptions canada improvement in sexual satisfaction and general quality of life. Sulfur is necessary for the structure of the fallopian tube. 1.About uterine viagra online store hyperplasia. Recently I saw a billboard stating NOT to visit for source now sildenafil 100mg go to a certain website. Kamagra magical medicine to over erection problems and flexible for users as well. canada viagra cialis it also provided the adults watching with lots of moments of hilarity. Especially when number one son attacked a two-headed dog and lost half his health! Not happy! And then when they fed the dog with the carcass of a bugbear they had killed earlier and then when they were lost and tried to get their tame wolf to help them get out of the maze but couldn’t roll high enough and just got more lost, oh and the time when one sister had to make a decision to attack the other sister because she wanted to kill the monster (a cloaker) but to hit the cloaker meant hitting her sister. And she rolled a critical hit!
Ah anyway…
Today BIG 40th birthday celebrations await and I cant. Wait that is. 🙂
No it’s not MY 40th… yet.
Lazy blogger
That’s me.
I wrote an account of “how we got our son to read” or alternatively titled “bad mother fails to see her son needs glasses” for my friend who is putting together an article on reading for a teachers’ magazine and as I have nothing to report until I take some photos of my new house – which requires some cleaning up in our bedroom – I thought I’d publish it here, just so you have something to read.
So here we go:
My son is a bright kid. At three when he started pre-school he was already making words in the bath with his stick on letters and reading street signs. He loved maps and could tell you every train station from Perth to Curumbine – which is where the northern line ended back then. He also knew all the stations to Fremantle, Midland and Armadale. So when he started pre-school I thought it would only be days before his teacher would stop me at pick up to comment on how amazing he was.
She never did. I got comments about his maths, his geography, his social skills (not always good ones) but never ever his reading.
And he would never read fiction books! I found this amazing because I was a prolific and advanced reader as a child (and still am – prolific that is). I naturally thought my son would be the same. I read to him every night. I’d leave the chapter at the most exciting bit where he’d be begging me to read on – just to get him excited about reading. But nothing worked. He would only read non-fiction books. Oh and map books.
So at the start of primary school he was well advanced in geography, maths and very average at reading and the associated skills – spelling etc. And he would get very tired at school, his posture would slump and he would do his work practically lying across his desk. He still wouldn’t read a page of writing. You would think at this point alarm bells might have gone off in my head. But no.
Then we discovered Captain Underpants. Okay not the most cerebral of books I grant you but they were the first my boy picked up and read from cover to cover and wanted to collect. I felt the drought had broken. Now that he discovered the joy of reading for pleasure he would be hooked. But he couldn’t read the good Captain forever – what next?
Well next was a breakthrough. Concerned about his posture, his teacher recommended we see an occupational therapist. She tested him thoroughly and said at the end that she thought his main problem was his eyes. He got super tired after a series of visual tests and his eyes didn’t converge properly. valsonindia.com cialis online They will feel scared, confused, frustrated, rejected and unloved. Dealing with Severe Erection Problems in Males To be frank, there are countless remedies and medicines discount viagra to deal with issues of male potency and sexual enhancement. Kamagra Jelly It is a semi liquid version of the genuine drug has been launched in the gel form. purchase generic levitra The results had been used of chiropractic proper care that led to a decrease in the entire process. on line cialis http://valsonindia.com/100-cotton-yarns-of-all-counts/?lang=af She recommended a developmental optometrist and we booked in for an appointment. My son was eight years old.
He has a condition called Strabismus where he finds it difficult to focus both eyes on the same spot at the same time. This means that it’s very hard to keep the words aligned on the page. The optometrist moved a page of writing in a circle in front of me and explained that this is what it is like for my son when he reads – let me tell you I wouldn’t read books either if the words were swimming around like that. No wonder he spent much of the school day lying on his desk, he must have been exhausted.
So we got glasses. Suddenly he was keen to read – but old habits die hard and finding books he was interested in was my next challenge.
I knew he enjoyed collecting the Captain Underpants books so I tried to find books that came in collections. Then I looked for books which appealed to his interests. We tried Famous Five which he liked collecting but was lukewarm about the stories. He was interested in travel and nature so the Willard Price books were a big hit – they were my favourites as a kid (somewhat politically incorrect these days and not for the beginner reader). He started playing footy so I picked up the Specky Magee books which he enjoyed collecting. The Glory Gardens cricket series were a big hit because not only were they about cricket, they also were collectable and had scorecards and diagrams included with the story. A winner. Everyone was reading Emily Rodda at the time and so did my boy – although after the first series he lost interest. He never really enjoyed Harry Potter (the only kid in the world!) but he loves the Carole Wilkenson books about Ancient Eygpt (Ramose series) and Ancient China (Dragonkeeper series). And last year he absolutely devoured Hover Car Racer by Matthew Reilly. Matthew usually writes action thrillers for adults and this is his first foray into teenage fiction. It is about a boy into hover car racing (set in the future obviously) and is set in locations all over the world, involves science, maths and geography and is very exciting to boot. Matthew also writes in short sentences. Very easy to read. A winner!
Recently he has enjoyed the Paul Jennings&Morris Gleitzman series Deadly (another collectable series) and my daughter is right into the Jacqueline Wilson books (but pre-read these because some of the themes may need some explaining).
So in summary my advice is:
Get your children’s eyes tested by a developmental optometrist – don’t rely on the school nurse.
Choose collectable books. They like collecting stuff and it’s easier on you!
Choose books which feed off their other interests.
Read the books yourself – the stories are terrific and then you can discuss them with your kid.
Ask your friends what their children enjoy for ideas.
Speaking of which… any recommendations?
Lady Bump
Remember that song from the 70s… I was over at my sister-in-law’s website and they are having a baby bump competition and the song sprang into my mind and I can’t get it out of my mind!!!
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I was so envious at the time but on the upside, I don’t have a completely daggy photo of myself in said pants.
The painting at our place is nearly finished – photos soon.
Bali
Went to a 40th birthday last night. Yes it’s true I am of the age that goes to 40ths. In my head I call them twenty firsts. It was a celebration of three 40ths and good fun. They had clowns! Not expected but they broke the ice and got everyone talking. It was nice to catch up with people I hadn’t seen in a while and dance to some daggy music.
Having to work the next day I stuck to Lemonade and thank goodness I did. Leaving the party at twenty to one (far later than I expected to) I turned on the radio to hear the news of the latest Bali Bombings. An early start would be required.
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They’ve been around a while and have this great Crosby, Stills and Nash harmonising thing going. Really enjoyed their music. They have an EP out from next Saturday.
I was hoping that by the time I had typed all this my sister would have sent me her painting. No such luck. She must have finally gone to bed. Don’t blame her. So you will have to wait to see the picture of the angry tree.
This afternoon I’m going ten-pin bowling with my gym. Yes it’s a single person’s thing to do! I can’t quite believe I said I’d go but there you are. Wish me luck!
My sister the artist
Yes my brother is an artist but I have just seen a painting that my sister has painted and she is also an artist. I hope to be able to display it on my website. Sis, I’m so proud of you.
I’ve been thinking about the names we give our near and dear recently. It occurs to me that there ought to be an honorific name that we give our parents-in-law. Don’t you think? I mean you can’t call them mum and dad can you because that is what you call your own parents. I can’t imagine calling my husband’s parents mum and dad. It would be…. icky. Arginine can be found in generic soft viagra amerikabulteni.com many anti aging products mostly for it’s effect on Human Growth Hormone. Dating viagra purchase a beautiful woman will help boost your self esteem. Additionally, orgasms levitra 60 mg discover for more stimulate the release of DHEA (Dehydroepiandrosterone) hormonethat aid smooth blood flow in direction of male organ. If cialis overnight online the name suggests something close to erection, you are giving the green light again without the inclusion of the vagina. Well, not icky maybe but definitely uncomfortable. I think it would feel a bit unfaithful to my own mum and dad.
At the same time calling your mum-in-law Mrs so-and-so is a bit distant and perhaps by her first name a little weird, after all she has a special relationship with you. So if there was a name – like “mum” but different. Something that meant: I honour you as the mother of my husband and grandmother to my children and I acknowledge our relationship – but I also acknowledge that my relationship with you is different than that of my mother. That would be a useful addition to the language.
Is there a language somewhere that has got that word? If you know of it please leave a comment and put me out of my misery.
Because my son is nearly 11. In less than a decade he may marry (frightening thought). I need to get that name sorted before that time because I’m sorry dear person-who-might-marry-my-boy, but I don’t want you calling me mum. Only two people in this world get that privilege and I’ve met them already.