Now that Joan has a placement, i went to look into the registration process for getting John into Kindergarten. In my hunting, i discovered that the other school in our neighbourhood - not the one I can throw a stone at, but one about a 15 minute walk away - is french immersion.
French immersion had always been our plan for John in hamilton, but here, the schools are fairly far between, so we had dropped it.
So, now, with it being so close, we have a dilemma. Do we stick with the school we live beside, and do regular afternoon kindergarten, to coincide with Joan's pre-k program. Or do we enroll John in french immersion, which is only available to local kids in the a.m., and staggar the kids' schedules?
Our day, in the first scenario would go something like: Head out for John's school after lunch, drop him off, then head to Joan's, which starts about 45 min later. I go home for a couple hours. Then, head back to John's school, let him goof around on the playground, then head to Joan's school, which gets out an hour later.
Scenario 2, has all of us heading out first thing to drop John off at school - or just letting the little ones sleep, while Mike gets ready for work. Then, we head down to pick him up. We either play on the playground for an hour or so for lunch, or head home, or run a quick errand. Then, we take Joan to school. Head home. Then, we go pick her up.
In the first scenario, we have both kids in school at the same time, albiet for a short time, because of overlapping drop off/pick-up times.
In the second, the kids are staggared - I'd always have at least two with me all day, unless Joan is accepted into the full-day gross-motor program at her school. (she's on the wait list, but they said based on her therapist's report, she's an ideal candidate, so they may bump her up.)
Either way, weekdays are shot. It'll be a lot of ferrying around. In the second scenario, it might be good to have time each day to focus on each kid - it would be good for Joan's therapy, and good to do stuff with John, and they'd still spend time together for lunch and after school. Plus, John would learn a second language. The first scenario would just encourage them all to sleep in late, and stay up late, which is no good for us. Though, the pro for the first is a glorious two hours every day with just Dave and I. Can we say...NAP.
We're pretty sure John can handle the french. here, it's 100 per cent immersion - no english is spoken in the classroom until grade 3, when it's introduced as a formal subject. It's hard to know if he'd find that frustrating, or if he'd take it in stride, because that's just the way it is, and 20 other kids are in the same boat. I think the real challenge will be on our end. Not so much in Kindergarten - I can muddle my way through O Canada in french. there's no homework. But it could get interesting in grade school. They say it teaches them to be self-disciplined and independent workers - probably because mom and dad are too confused to help. But we always figured we'd try to learn along with him, so we could help him out.
I think we're leaning towards the french, but haven't decided for certain. The schedule issues are only going to be there for a year - next year they'll likely both be in full-day programs. But then, John will have an extra year of french under his belt (Kindergarten is optional here, and french K isn't required to get into the immersion program - it's just a bonus.) Do you think it's a good idea in general? Does this scream "big mistake" to anyone out there?
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
awesome, awesome, AWESOME news!!!!!
We got a call this morning from Renfrew school- Joan's PUF Funding has been approved by the province, so she's officially "in" at our first choice program, in our first choice location! Woohoo!!! We're stopping in this afternoon to pick up the paperwork to make it all official. But what a load off my mind!
Constraint therapy is going well. So well, there was discussion of extending the session by another week. Part of me screamed "NOOOOOOO!!!!" when she said that. And thakfully, in the end they changed their minds. We're taking a break. It's hard on the family, and uses a lot of manpower on their end. But it does do things. It's getting her to pick up objects palms facing in, instead of with right palm turned out (try doing it yourself and see how far you get.) It's creating strength in her hand - she can actually pick up ad carry blocks in her right hand now, with lots of concentration. And it's starting to bleed into normal life The other day, she ate a cookie with two hands! And her hand was in the right C position! And last night at dinner, she asked for my knife. I put it on her tray. She then picked it up with hr right hand and rocked it back and forth over her food, pretending to cut it! She was so proud of herself! It doesn't sound like much, but Ive learned to revel in the baby steps, because that's how things progress with therapy - little bit by little bit.
for those interested, here's a link to Joan's new school, so you can check it out. There's no pictures of our location, but it's beautiful - and just a 3 minute drive away:
http://www.renfreweducation.org/
Constraint therapy is going well. So well, there was discussion of extending the session by another week. Part of me screamed "NOOOOOOO!!!!" when she said that. And thakfully, in the end they changed their minds. We're taking a break. It's hard on the family, and uses a lot of manpower on their end. But it does do things. It's getting her to pick up objects palms facing in, instead of with right palm turned out (try doing it yourself and see how far you get.) It's creating strength in her hand - she can actually pick up ad carry blocks in her right hand now, with lots of concentration. And it's starting to bleed into normal life The other day, she ate a cookie with two hands! And her hand was in the right C position! And last night at dinner, she asked for my knife. I put it on her tray. She then picked it up with hr right hand and rocked it back and forth over her food, pretending to cut it! She was so proud of herself! It doesn't sound like much, but Ive learned to revel in the baby steps, because that's how things progress with therapy - little bit by little bit.
for those interested, here's a link to Joan's new school, so you can check it out. There's no pictures of our location, but it's beautiful - and just a 3 minute drive away:
http://www.renfreweducation.org/
Sunday, May 24, 2009
just checking in...
Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Things have been a little nutty. Joan is in the middle of her first round of consraint therapy now - one week to go. It means spending every single morning at the children's hospital, which has been greulling for everyone.
Constraint therapy is when the good hand is bound up, so the affected one is forced to do...stuff. So far, it's going well. We haven't seen too much bleed over into normal life, though. She does it while she's there, but not at home. We think it's a psychological thing - she knows it's what's expected, and she has the mitt on. Here, it's just business as usual. But she actually really enjoys it, strangely. She likes the assistant doing the therapy a lot, and she has a student observing who Joan likes, too. She's such a goofball when she sees them!
Until this is over, all other therapy has been put on hold. Then after that, they've signed her up for a one-month strength and balance workshop with other kids. Her physio is excited about that - she thinks we'll see some good results from that.
They sliced her AFO ad put in a hinge, so now her ankle can bend. She was a lot more wobbly at first, but is getting stronger every day. The day we had it done, the orthotist warned me she'd be tippy - and sure enough, she went splat right on a concrete floor in the parkade. She was a little hurt, but OK. But now, she's so much more mobile! She can go so fast now, and bend in ways she never could before. It's great. Her gait is a lot more natural as well. Still limpy, but getting better every day. If only the top half was making such awesome progress.
I had a parent teacher interview for John. It was entertaining. His teacher adores him of course. She says he's very smart. I think her exact words were "he's scary smart". With him, they're working on the social end. Speaking out of turn, forgetting to use his words when he's upset. That kind of thing. The same things we see him do here. He interrupts us all the time - he just gets so excited about stuff he can't wait. And apparetly, when he's upset with a classmate, he just screams gibberish. He does that here with Joan. She doesn't have words yet, so fights between them are usually just a barbaric monosylabbic grunting and screaming match. Actually, she has one word for fights..."BAD!!!" So now it's often a back and forth that goes something like this: Joan: "Bad!" John: "I'm not bad. You're bad!" Joan: "BAD!!!" John: "YOU"RE BAD!!!!" Joan: "BAAAAAAD!!!!!!!" John: "BAAAAAAAAAD!" All together now: "BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD BAAAAAAD BAD BAD BAD BAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!"
Good times.
Anyway, I'd better get moving for real. I've been up half the night courtesy of another never-ending teething session with Dave. How long can it take for a freaking tooth to pop! It feels like I've been watching those swollen bright red gums for weeks. Weeks of sleepless night. More good times.
So on the bright side, I get to see a rare sight - the sunrise. I hear it happens daily, or so the legend goes. I usually sleep through it. Mike gets up early, but only wakes me up a little bit before he heads out, because he knows I'm up in the night a lot. Today, the tables have turned! I'll be back soon - probably in a week, once this crazy schedule ends.
Constraint therapy is when the good hand is bound up, so the affected one is forced to do...stuff. So far, it's going well. We haven't seen too much bleed over into normal life, though. She does it while she's there, but not at home. We think it's a psychological thing - she knows it's what's expected, and she has the mitt on. Here, it's just business as usual. But she actually really enjoys it, strangely. She likes the assistant doing the therapy a lot, and she has a student observing who Joan likes, too. She's such a goofball when she sees them!
Until this is over, all other therapy has been put on hold. Then after that, they've signed her up for a one-month strength and balance workshop with other kids. Her physio is excited about that - she thinks we'll see some good results from that.
They sliced her AFO ad put in a hinge, so now her ankle can bend. She was a lot more wobbly at first, but is getting stronger every day. The day we had it done, the orthotist warned me she'd be tippy - and sure enough, she went splat right on a concrete floor in the parkade. She was a little hurt, but OK. But now, she's so much more mobile! She can go so fast now, and bend in ways she never could before. It's great. Her gait is a lot more natural as well. Still limpy, but getting better every day. If only the top half was making such awesome progress.
I had a parent teacher interview for John. It was entertaining. His teacher adores him of course. She says he's very smart. I think her exact words were "he's scary smart". With him, they're working on the social end. Speaking out of turn, forgetting to use his words when he's upset. That kind of thing. The same things we see him do here. He interrupts us all the time - he just gets so excited about stuff he can't wait. And apparetly, when he's upset with a classmate, he just screams gibberish. He does that here with Joan. She doesn't have words yet, so fights between them are usually just a barbaric monosylabbic grunting and screaming match. Actually, she has one word for fights..."BAD!!!" So now it's often a back and forth that goes something like this: Joan: "Bad!" John: "I'm not bad. You're bad!" Joan: "BAD!!!" John: "YOU"RE BAD!!!!" Joan: "BAAAAAAD!!!!!!!" John: "BAAAAAAAAAD!" All together now: "BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD BAAAAAAD BAD BAD BAD BAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!"
Good times.
Anyway, I'd better get moving for real. I've been up half the night courtesy of another never-ending teething session with Dave. How long can it take for a freaking tooth to pop! It feels like I've been watching those swollen bright red gums for weeks. Weeks of sleepless night. More good times.
So on the bright side, I get to see a rare sight - the sunrise. I hear it happens daily, or so the legend goes. I usually sleep through it. Mike gets up early, but only wakes me up a little bit before he heads out, because he knows I'm up in the night a lot. Today, the tables have turned! I'll be back soon - probably in a week, once this crazy schedule ends.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
for your viewing pleasure...
Happy Mother's Day! To my mom in particular, but to all moms too.
In keeping with the holiday, I took some videos at John's Mother's Day concert at school on Friday. They're a bit dark and a bit wobbly, and I wished I had kept rolling between every song, because as you can see, that's when the real show was. What you miss between the videos is John running up to me, pointing to his nametag (from the hospital playroom, where he had been that morning - he always refuses to take them off for school) and announcing, so all could hear " Mom, look! It's me! your John!" and then scurrying back into position. And sadly, you missed my big welcome to the room. As soon as he saw me, he threw his arms out wide and pronounced "Surprise! Happy Mother's Day!" Afterwards, one of the moms came up to me and said "your son is such a wonderful performer!" He had actually announced a couple weeks ago "Mom, I would LOOOOOOOOVE to be an actor! I want to star in a movie!" When I asked him what kind of movie he'd like to make, he said "Watch, I'll show you" and proceeded to do a round of his wild ninja moves, followed by a stint as Wall-E. So, I guess a "Kung-fu Wall-E" kind of premise. The city offers acting classes for little kids here, but sadly, they fill up fast, and all were full when I checked. They get to dress up and put on little performances for the parents, which he would probably enjoy a lot. He tends to upstage...everybody. But he would have fun. Now I know where to find them. Hopefully this fall, I can snag him a spot.
It was a fun little party. They made us fruit salad and punch, and we got our presents. They made us handprint cards which were really cute. I also got a handmade card. Inside, he drew himself - a big smiley face. On the front he drew...Tarkus. I imagine the only people reading this who knows what that is are Bruce and Adrian. For the rest of you, Tarkus is a creature which is half tank, half armadillo, and is the subject of a 70's album by Emerson, Lake and Palmer. They wrote this horrific rock opera-esque thing about it, and in the album cover, give a pictoral life story for it, including its birth from a fiery volcano, all the battles with other half animal, half machine, freak creatures, its eventual defeat at the hands of a half monkey half scorpion thing, and its retreat into the sea, where it transforms into, naturally, Aquatarkus. Anyway, Mike has been able to dust off his old record player, and has this album. He showed it to John, and ever since, John has been obsessed. Move over Wall-E. It's pretty entertaining. The John version of Tarkus has infinite possibilities. When John helps me clean, he becomes Garbagetarkus - half tank, half armadillo, half broom and half trash compactor. He's 200 per cent of...something.
Anyway, hope you all enjoy the videos, and I'm sorry they aren't of better quality. It was tough with the little camera, in such a crowded spot, with a toddler hanging off me. But it's definitely more entertaining than stills.
here's the youtube links - in case you have trouble here:
Sunday, May 03, 2009
interim Joan update...
Just a quicky. The neurology nurse called to invite me to join a focus group on pediatric stroke care in the hospital. While I had her on the phone, I told her about "the incident."
She told me to keep an eye out for a second instance - particularly if it happens during the day. But she thinks Joan actually had a night terror, because she was in a real fit right before. She said sometimes, kids hold their breath, or are too busy screaming to get enough air during a night terror episide, and it makes them go a little limp and/or twitchy. She thinks that's the most likely explanation.
So no need to worry! She's been fine since. Obviously, she's still at a risk - a 10 per cent chance isn't nothing - but she's likely still perfectly fine.
She told me to keep an eye out for a second instance - particularly if it happens during the day. But she thinks Joan actually had a night terror, because she was in a real fit right before. She said sometimes, kids hold their breath, or are too busy screaming to get enough air during a night terror episide, and it makes them go a little limp and/or twitchy. She thinks that's the most likely explanation.
So no need to worry! She's been fine since. Obviously, she's still at a risk - a 10 per cent chance isn't nothing - but she's likely still perfectly fine.
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