Sunday, April 14, 2013

And the Winner of Week 2 is...


Using random.org,

the lucky winner for Thinking in Pictures is:

Sarah

I'll be contacting you shortly by email.

Thanks to all who left comments. Please hop back to Team-Armstrong any time to read about the world from our perspective...  And please return on Monday to enter another drawing!

Happy Autism Awareness Month!!

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Autism Awareness Giveaway, Week 2!!

This last week we had a break through. I call it a small miracle.

Race and I walked into Bobby's office last Friday. Bobby is our new Speech Therapist through DDD and her office is a new place to us.

When Race first gets to a new environment that we have to commit to (a place where he knows he will be spending time, and it's not just a one time thing), he needs time to get to know the place. He needs to look in the different rooms, around corners, turn on the light switches, look out the windows, etc. Even if he's never going to be in those other parts of the environment, he needs to know they are there. And he walks around, almost fidgety, and anxiously inspecting the new place. It is a time when one can clearly see his autism. However, it usually never occurs to other people that he is nervous. But I've always known that's why he does it.

So on our first visit to Bobby's office, Race went through the routine of getting to know his new environment. And Bobby was so good to take him on a grand tour of the place. Once he and Bobby finally sat down at the table to get started on exercises, I found a place out in the lobby with my book. I could hear the discussion between the two of them because we were the only ones in the building that morning and Lane was at the library with Jo Birch.

Bobby wanted to start off with a game because she could tell Race was having a hard time settling in. She asked him a question, and honestly I don't even remember the question because I was in and out of the pages in my book. But he didn't respond. So then she asked, "Race, do you understand what I'm asking?"

And then the answer came. And I heard it as clear as a bell.

"Yes, I understand. But I'm just feeling nervous."

He said it.

A milestone.

He recognized, and then took ownership of his feelings. And then he expressed them. On his own.

A milestone.

Bobby and Race slowly settled into their lesson, and I sat out in the lobby and cried a few quiet tears of gratitude to my Heavenly Father for the small miracles in our lives...

Because, five years ago, at the age of four, Race was pretty much non-verbal. We weren't sure if he would ever talk. And it was something nobody could ever answer for us because the spectrum is so broad and every case is different.

But then, the one and two word phrases came. And then he started reading. And I think the learning to read helped him start to formulate his broken sentences.

And then with time, the two way exchanging of conversation replaced the reciting of movie scenes.

And now, he is expressing his feelings on his own. Without being coached through it.

A miracle, when you think about where he was five years ago and all the catching up he has had to do.

And we are still playing catch up, and probably will be for a while. Race currently does three hours a week of intense speech therapy. Two of those hours are done through Connections Academy where he works with the fabulous Alison Graham of Pennsylvania via web cam. And the other hour is done now with Bobby through our DDD services.

Many people with high functioning autism struggle with speech throughout their lives. It is the single item that often separates what is labeled as high functioning autism and aspergers. Race may struggle with speech his entire life. Especially in emotional situations where he is upset or excited. It is in those moments that his speech delay is very noticeable.

It is hard work on his part, and sometimes I can see his frustration when he has something important to say and it just doesn't come out the way he wants it to.  He has to work so hard, to clear his mind of all the distractions so he can focus on getting his sentence said correctly.  And on busy days, days with lots of social interaction and lots of talking, he rests his head on his pillow and tells me he needs to rest his brain. Or that his brain hurts.

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So this week's giveaway is for another one of my favorite books. Because this book really helped me have a better understanding of the way Race thinks. Because like Temple, Race thinks in pictures. And if you haven't seen the movie, it's a good one. Very well done.


This week's giveaway is:



*You do NOT have to be a follower to enter.
*I will have one copy of a different book every week, so be sure to check back weekly.
 *One winner will be announced every Friday, and a new book drawing up on Mondays.
*To be entered in the drawings, please leave your name and a way to contact you in the comment area of this post.  Also, we are all effected by autism in one way or another: tell us about it in your comment if you like.



Thanks for stopping by. :)

Saturday, April 6, 2013

And the Winner of Week 1 is...

Using random.org,

the lucky winner for Mockingbird is:

Susan

I'll be contacting you shortly by email.

Thanks to all who left comments. Please hop back to Team-Armstrong any time to read about the world from our perspective...  And please return on Monday to enter another drawing!

Happy Autism Awareness Month!!

Monday, April 1, 2013

April Autism Awareness Giveaways!!!

I'm feeling the Awareness Blues... I didn't know there was such a thing until I had it this weekend. And then I diagnosed myself with it... this is how I caught it:
  • This weekend, I contacted the gals I've joined in the past to do the big Autism Blog Hop every April and found out they weren't doing it this year. 
  • Just this weekend, I found out our Northern AZ chapter of the Autism Society of America was closing because numbers have been down at meetings. Yes, I have been one of those numbers who haven't been in a while, but just the fact that these were the people who helped me so much in the beginning of Race's diagnosis. They have always been an anchor for me... even though I haven't been in a while.

I'm having the awareness blues. I'm feeling the winds of change within our little bubble of support, and it makes me sad, though I understand where they're coming from. In the midst of my sadness, I couldn't help but think of a talk I had read by President Uchtdorf titled, Lift Where You Stand. I went back and reread it this Easter weekend and was uplifted. Sometimes the fight is exhausting. It seems the people who need the support often end up being the ones who give the support. And sometimes the burden is too much. 

So, Thank You from the Armstrong's to all the people who have given us support when we needed it. Who lifted me in the moments I felt helpless and at a dead end. Our cups runneth over. Thank you.

And in honor of the huge support my family (especially Race) has been given in the past four years, I will be hosting my own Autism Awareness Giveaway where every week during the month of April, some of my favorite books will be given away. 

*You do NOT have to be a follower to enter.  
*I will have one copy of a different book every week, so be sure to check back weekly.
 *One winner will be announced every Friday, and a new book drawing up on Mondays.
*To be entered in the drawings, please leave your name and a way to contact you in the comment area of this post.  Also, we are all effected by autism in one way or another: tell us about it in your comment if you like.

So, this week's book is one of my favorites:
Mockingbird, by Kathryn Erskine


New Research is showing now 1 in 88 kids is diagnosed with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder).  It effects all of us and awareness is so very important. Talk to your kids about autism.  As a parent of a child with autism, one of the big struggles we deal with is social interaction.  Again, please talk to your kids about autism, we need more awareness and understanding from the younger generation, from the peers of these amazing kids. Especially since the numbers are only rising.

Thanks for stopping by. :)

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Happy Easter

Hope all of you had a beautiful Easter. 


Love,
The Armstrong Family

Friday, March 29, 2013

Lucky Copper Penny

Witt won Grand Champion at the Tournament a few weeks ago for his nunchuck routine. He was amazing!!! We are so proud of you, Cowboy!!

Lucky Copper Penny

I'm so glad for the moments when you shine
because I know sometimes you feel left in the shadows. 
I hope you always remember those shining moments
because they are your moments
and you deserve them.

I know you get frustrated.
I know it sometime stinks being the middle kid.
I know it's not easy being the "big" brother to your big brother sometimes.
I know it's hard to reason with him as you try getting him to see things your way.
But I'm so glad you keep trying.

I know playing with him is sometimes difficult,
when you call him outside to climb trees and play in the dirt, and wrestle on the trampoline.
I know it's confusing to you 
why some days he just can't handle those things.
But I'm so glad you keep trying.

I have seen the hurt in your eyes time and time again.
When I had to grab his hand in the parking lot and not yours
or you have to tag along sometimes while we take him to therapy 
or I have to drop you off somewhere so I can take him where he needs to go
or when I have to deal with his melt down before your hurt feelings.
...I am so sorry.
But I'm so glad we keep talking about it.
And I'm so glad you tell me.
And I pray that you always will.

I'm so grateful for our "date nights". 
When it's just you and me
for our talks and our jokes
for the way you try to understand the world around you
for how tough you are, but also sensitive too.
Your strength amazes me
you're my breath of fresh air.

I'm so glad you're a fighter
and stubborn too.
For your adventurous spirit.
You're my little Huck Finn.

I'm so glad you're his brother.
I'm SO blessed you're my son.
God hand picked you for the job.

You shine every day
my Lucky Copper Penny.


Written for the Cowboy, by his Mama


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Piano with Mary

We drive all the way to Clarkdale every Friday to take piano from this wonderful lady. She and Race always have lots to talk about...


Mary is a retired world traveler: she spent time studying in Antarctica and Europe, she loves birds as much as Race, and always have yummy things coming out of her oven for us to sample. Plus... she is the perfect piano teacher for Race. They both look forward Fridays.

Thank you, Mary. For blessing our lives.


Race loves piano. He loves music. And we're finding it comes very natural to him.


Watching him practice makes me wish I would have stuck with it all those years ago.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Ladyhawke

I'm not a big bird fan, but meeting Uncle Michael's new friend in training almost convinced me I actually liked birds... but then I was reminded of the chickens back at home.


The boys loved Jake. Yep, that's this beautiful bird's name. Jake. And it was pretty amazing watching him swoop down from the trees to Uncle Michael's arm. 

I was having flashbacks of my favorite childhood movie. The theme music blasting in my mind as I watched Jake fly around. And I was right there again, pretending I was the beautiful Michelle Pfeiffer putting up with Matthew Broderick's horrible English accent, dodging arrows in the sky. 

  
Oh yeah. I was Ladyhawke. :)

Sunday, March 3, 2013

The Book Section

On Fridays when we have time to kill after therapies and before we pick Witt up, sometimes we run to Walmart to pick up odd and end things needed at the house. And sometimes while we're there, we just visit the books. Sometimes longer than other times. Depends on how much time we have to kill.


Love it.

Snow.

We've had a lot of snow this winter.

Even Spot liked how much snow we got. Right after Race and Spot came in from their morning walk, we had a coyote running through enjoying the snow as well...


This is the cowboy snowman named Slim. He had a zucchini for a nose. The boys are still in their PJ's and haven't even had breakfast yet. They saw the snow when they woke up and ran out to build Slim.

And we even got up the rim a few times to sled with friends the Wimers and the Bryants. These are the friends I told you about who have been my mentors through the whole home schooling experience. We are so grateful for each of them!

Race and Dathan:

Lane and Addy: Lane didn't much care for the snow... at all. He did a lot of crying on our outings.

Witt and Justin: After this winter, I have decided Witt will never own a dirt bike, motorcycle, or anything that goes too fast. :)

Race and his buddy Easton.

Lane and Porter:

Gunner and Witt (this is one of my favorite pictures):


We love snow.

We love our friends.

We love playing in the snow with our friends.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Thematic Therapy

When I was teaching my first year, I quickly discovered that our district adopted curriculum was anything but thematic. (thematic being that the learning crosses over from your language arts, to math, art, to science, social studies, etc...) This shocked me at first because thematic units were something covered extensively in my college teaching classes. Because through using thematic units, students become emerged in the learning. The learning is all connected in some way.

One great thing about homeschooling is you can make this happen. Even with the classes Race is taking from Connections Academy, we make this happen. Here are some pictures of one of our units we covered in January.

What a great little story by the way. It's about the memories, love and stories a quilt tells:


We got out some of our quilts and talked about where each came from, who made them, their unique designs, and why they are special to us. Race struggles with story retell. He is a good reader, and he has great comprehension and can answer questions about the story. But putting events in order, using those transition words (first, next, before, finally) is a challenge.

In Social Studies we covered the different regions of the world where different types of blanket making are used, and for what purpose they are made.

In math, we hit our measurement chapters.

We went to Walmart to look at and feel all the fabrics. In the past Race has always wanted to hang out in the electronics right around the corner while I bought fabric. This time he went to compare and contrast the different materials.

Fine motor skills challenge Race. Handwriting, beading, and now making a scarf on a knitting loom, push Race to focus on those small muscles that don't always want to cooperate with him.



When Race gets going on the knitting loom, his focus goes to a whole other level; like he does when he's playing the Wii or the piano. Sometimes I wish I could go with him to that place. So I can see what it's like.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Pinewood Derby

As I've told you in the past, Race loves Cub Scouts. In January, we had the Pinewood Derby. Race and John worked hard getting the Bat-Mobile made.

And guess who won the derby?



Left to Right: Second place Keagan, Third place Kaiden, First place Race

Race and his two good buddies, Jason and Dathan after the derby. It was such a great night, it was neat to see him win. 

That night as he went to bed, he said to me, "This was the greatest night ever."


I think it's one he'll always remember.

180 Degrees

I look back at where I was a year and a half ago, with the ideas I had for Race's progress and success, and I look where I am now:

  • A year and a half ago, I had myself convinced the best place for Race was in the public system where they would help him be social.
  • Three years ago I had us faithfully emerged us in the DDD (Department of Developmental Disabilities) systems, because they were there to help us and help Race get the services he needed to be successful.
  • Three years ago I was signing up for every autism conference close enough that I could afford to attend so I could be up on all the latest research.

Many of the experiences have been great ones. We've had some happy memories along the way.

But more of the experiences have been learning experiences as we trudge along this path, finding our way. We've learned many lessons. But the big one that's been on my mind the last few weeks is this:

Everyone has an opinion. And their opinions are influenced by their own personal experiences. And their personal experiences influence their perception.... and sometimes no opinions matter except the feeling in your gut.

So, if that makes any sense to you, because it might not, but if it does, you will kind of understand the direction I'm standing in now:

No one will love your kid as much as you do. And they won't take care of them the way you would. And they won't communicate with you the way you want them to. And why would they? They have so many other kids to be taking care of, plus all the other demands put on them by the district and state. In the big picture, one little autistic boy just doesn't matter.

The DDD system is sometimes more work than it's worth. We've had many great therapists, and we've had many bad. There is no consistency. How much is the system really helping us?

I'm limiting myself to two conferences a year now. I realized all they do is stress me out over all the things I'm NOT doing for my son. They do nothing for the self-inflicting guilt problem I already suffer from.

I sound burnt out don't I?

But I'm not.

I really feel we had to go down all those paths, explore them a bit, and find if we needed or didn't need what that road had to offer. And it only strengthened us.

Through this whole journey, even though there were times I felt very alone, at the end of the day, I always knew I wasn't. I referred to one scripture in particular often. Doctrine and Covenants 8:2 says, "Yea, behold, I will tell you in your mind and in your heart, by they Holy Ghost, which shall come upon you and which shall dwell in your heart."  I know Heavenly Father puts people in our lives to support us. And a year and a half ago, Heavenly Father put some homeschooling moms in my path who I've become great  friends with. As you know from other posts, I had been leaning towards homeschooling for a while. But these moms, these friends, kind of gave me that last bit of confidence in myself that I needed to actually do it.

So on that day last spring when John brought Race home early from school because of yet another bad morning on the playground, I knew it was time. The time for wondering was over. It was time to do it.

I'm so grateful for that leap of faith.


Monday, February 11, 2013

Cry Now, Laugh Later...

My little redhead is testing my patience. So, this one is for the books, so HOPEFULLY we can someday look back on these events, and laugh.... kind of like my own mother is doing now. :)

Saturday, Witten decided to use Daddy's knife and cut through a live wire. I knew this day would someday come, despite all my hopes. Well, he fried the knife, and sliced down to his knuckle. There was blood everywhere... and sparks too. There were no tears, just, "Holy Cow! Those sparks are hot!"

Somebody help me...

Today my little redhead couldn't wait any longer for me to give him a haircut (I've been super busy and my boys have been sportin' some longer hair because of it). So, he decided to take matters into his own hands and "help me out".

He cut his own hair. Right up the middle. He practically scalped himself.

He's been having a few rough weeks with other things as well.

My poor little guy.

And poor little me.

We'll get through this Cowboy. Both of us. And someday, when you're WAY older, and have learned many more of life's lessons, we'll sit back and laugh about it all.

Together.