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sturlungi: Summer winter and we start again

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Friday, September 13, 2013. Summer winter and we start again. Summer came and summer went. It was a slow in coming and it seemed to disappear just as quickly. And some would say it never came at all. It was cold and rainy and windy. Nothing seemed to bloom until august. We went to Norway too seek out the sun and some family. I took our working stuff aaway and it collected dust for whole six weeks. I took a few worry loops and leaps in my head and left it at that. We will see it at home then. It is fall a...

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sturlungi: almost summer

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Friday, July 18, 2014. Things just roll by. Playdates, at least three every week, they go well. Better and better in fact. There are times when I think that the windmill is lying dead by the roadside and then I remember that dead things cannot be killed. Building is what we do. And I remind myself that it is one brick at a time. That is what we do. His brothers encourage him and reinforce his taste for gore. I sigh, and laugh and my chest swells with pride and hope. His movies have names like:. I am plan...

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sturlungi: September 2012

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Thursday, September 20, 2012. Winter is already here. We are still good. He is loving school. We still strive for 30 hours a week of homemade ABA. He asks every store clerk their name. The leaves have barely turned yellow. Still winter is already here. Our much trusted consultant is pregnant. I will miss her. There are ends and beginnings everywhere. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Five children. One girl and four boys. My youngest son has been diagnosed with autism. View my complete profile.

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sturlungi: November 2012

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Saturday, November 24, 2012. On words and hope in winter. The days go past .so fast. Christmas is in a month. The days are short, cold and dark and windy. Winter is always heavy and crushing. Everyday brings too much. Too many things to remember too many people to take care of. My daughter is traveling around south America.happy and adventurous. They are three together. They feel safe and untouchable.invincible. A skateboard or a snowboard, that is all he needs. Your future constantly on my mind so I los...

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sturlungi: February 2013

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Saturday, February 23, 2013. Friendship and social skills. We are there. I can hardly believe it. My son has a friend. One step accomplished and a long walk ahead. So little one. do nor blow it! Please do not blow it.please learn to cope fast enough so you can keep that little friend. Friends are hard to find and they have to be cherished and kept. Now some things are up to you. How do we teach that. Sturla is taking new steps and missteps on his way to become a friend. He apparently was still angry.

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sturlungi: July 2014

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Friday, July 18, 2014. Things just roll by. Playdates, at least three every week, they go well. Better and better in fact. There are times when I think that the windmill is lying dead by the roadside and then I remember that dead things cannot be killed. Building is what we do. And I remind myself that it is one brick at a time. That is what we do. His brothers encourage him and reinforce his taste for gore. I sigh, and laugh and my chest swells with pride and hope. His movies have names like:. I am plan...

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sturlungi: June 2013

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Sunday, June 2, 2013. Saying goodbye to first grade celebrating that we did it, he made friends he did great. Those little peers lining up asking me when they can visit. Chatting with the mothers agreeing we will stay in touch during the summer. A tight hug for his teacher and aide. Next year we will set new goals and raise the bar,. But that is in three months. Three long months. We are working a lot on vocabulary. New words to describe emotions. There is instant generalisation. View my complete profile.

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sturlungi: Summer break

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Sunday, June 2, 2013. Saying goodbye to first grade celebrating that we did it, he made friends he did great. Those little peers lining up asking me when they can visit. Chatting with the mothers agreeing we will stay in touch during the summer. A tight hug for his teacher and aide. Next year we will set new goals and raise the bar,. But that is in three months. Three long months. We are working a lot on vocabulary. New words to describe emotions. There is instant generalisation. June 3, 2013 at 6:37 AM.

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sturlungi: September 2013

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Friday, September 13, 2013. Summer winter and we start again. Summer came and summer went. It was a slow in coming and it seemed to disappear just as quickly. And some would say it never came at all. It was cold and rainy and windy. Nothing seemed to bloom until august. We went to Norway too seek out the sun and some family. I took our working stuff aaway and it collected dust for whole six weeks. I took a few worry loops and leaps in my head and left it at that. We will see it at home then. It is fall a...

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sturlungi: October 2012

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Sunday, October 21, 2012. Seven years old yesterday. We wake up together in the family bed after a late night watching Pirates of the Caribbean. It is saturday " he says." we saw the pirate movie yesterday evening". Happy birthday I say smiling. How old are you today. No drilling this time to remember and understand how age works, he just knows. The use of time concepts comes easily and fluently into his thoughts. Pronoun confusion is history. It was a bit scary was it not? Yup" it was a bit he admits.