What's So Special About Special Ed?

7.  What is so special about Special Ed?  Most programs allow bad behaviors to continue. But real life as an adult does not.  This goes back to rule #1.  I had to explain to our school that my son would not always be a school aged child.  They were surprised by this news. :-)

I can't believe April is almost over.  I am only half way through my "list"...so like real life with Autism: it will continue into the next month.  :-)   Not all Special Ed classrooms are created equal.  I am a believer in matching the child to the classroom.  That is the whole point in #7.   Visit the rooms that are available in your district.  If they want to "include" your child please visit the regular Ed teacher's classroom.  Almost no one is going to offer you to visit their classroom.  It will be up to you to ask, and follow through.  I hadn't been in an Elementary classroom  in years.  As my son's sister is 10 years older than he is.   Two stories come to mind.

When my son was in 2nd grade (for the record, his worst year of school EVER) we had met several people with Autism.  His Auntie Jane came to school with me to pick him up one Friday.  Jane is at the very high end of the Autism Spectrum.  She IS a Special Ed teacher, and was really never in SE herself.  We came into the school office to check in as required in case kidnappers were to arrive at school and take him.  Our Pediatrician  once flippantly said: "at least you won't have to worry about this kid being abducted."  I felt instantly better after he told me that. Not.  I digress.

I introduced Jane to the Secretary, Principal, and Nurse.   They all stood like stiffs looking her up and down.  My son had told them about his "Auntie Jane."  She was wearing her light blue jumpsuit from Space Camp, had hair that looked like it had been combed with an eggbeater, and large pieces of cotton stuck in her ears (she hated the feeling of wind in her ears).   I broke the silence by verbally introducing them.   Talk about uncomfortable.  After signing in, we were outta there.  Really, they looked at her like she was a leper.  My parting remark was "see they still have it when they grow up!"  As usual, I have a way with words...

5 years later I would get a call from a teacher saying my son wanted to make a t-shirt with iron on transfers from the computer.  I figured he had wanted to have a gun, or a bomb, or something that is no longer seen or allowed in schools. Can you believe that my husband used to take the NYC train to high school and carry his rifle on the train to the machine shop?   Back to the story.  Apparently my son wanted to make a shirt with "What's so special about Special Ed?" printed on it.  Nope, we weren't having any of that.  I thought it was funny, as did he.  He'd been in an out of all sorts of schools and  classrooms when the "t-shirt incident" occurred.  He was speaking from experience.  Jr. High kids were mocking him hourly just for being in the "retard" class.  I could see both sides of the story.  

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xo,

Suz

Roosters are from Mars, and Hens are from Venus

Breaking bread with the Cochin hens.

Today was a perfect weather day.  I allowed myself an hour of sitting with my peeps.  They are 5 weeks old today.  I have been bringing them bread crusts for about 2 weeks.  Today they were insanely pecking and tearing at the bread in my hand.  Some of the hens are absolutely tame. "Talullah" wants to sit ON me.  But the roosters and dark brahmas are not so sweet or tame.

These 2 roosters have been at each other since they were 3 days old.  I am sure they are saying: "you're not the boss of me!" They have got to go!

I brought my camera out, and layed (excuse the phrase) on two seat cushions on my stomach in "Fort Chicken." Here are some of the photos I took.  Tomorrow, video.

"Gigi" the Dominique

A banty Cochin...so sweet.

My yellow Birkenstocks, and purple socks looked like fresh fruit.  Lots of pecking!

Talullah watches the banty peck my toes.

Did someone say sandwich?

That's all !

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Each day is a gift. Open now.

xo,

Suz

The Kid In Me

We had a lovely Easter dinner with lots of close friends.  I put tomato plants in tiny clay pots (with a piece of wax paper on the bottom for dirt control) and placed one on each plate.

Abby in her dress that she picked out. 

I hid eggs for Abby.  Some were "confetti eggs."  They were real egg shells, and had paper confetti in them. Sealed with tissue paper.  She cracked them on our heads.  I think we had as much fun as she did.

Buddy watched Abby break the first on Ami's head...he wasn't sure about this activity.

Anticipation with Mommy

I love the look on their faces!

Everyone made a trip out to the coop.  Abby proved to be the best chicken catcher, and helped us put them away for the night.
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Each day is a gift. Open now.

xo,
Suz

Happy Easter 2011

my only Easter item in my shop. 

I wish everyone a wonderful day. Hoping you are with people you love, and those who love you.  Because when it comes down to it: that's really all that matters.

Happy Easter from the Chicks!

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Each day is a gift. Open now.
xo,
Suz
PS. Below is the coop under wraps. :-)  I recycled the ugly curtains that block light from my night work/day sleeping  movie jobs.  They are perfect insulation for my babies at night.

The "chicken curtains" recycled light blocking thermal curtain from my movie days.  Perfect for keeping wind out, and feet warm at night.