Showing posts with label nursery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nursery. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 February 2016

Lamination nation.

Mountain Mumma heights has been turned into a wipe clean paradise thanks to....

THIS...
Huzzah, I have now been able to level up our morning message literacy activity.

  


As well as being able to help him identify words by sight, select and stick the words himself, I also 
write out what our main plans are for the day underneath with a whiteboard marker. 


I'm also in the process of making some activities


Here he can use a white board marker to write over my words and then also select the corresponding letter cards to spell out the words.

In other news Spike's teacher has put in a bid for some of the educational psychologists time next time he/she is at the school to get the ball rolling with him being formally assessed. She was at pains to point out that assessments at nursery don't often happen as at that age they are pretty low priority; the suggestion seemed to be that ed psych have a set amount of time to spend in the school and start with referrals in the top year and work down. If they run out of time before they get to Spike then 
Pthere will be no assessment. If this is the case I may have to see if there are other avenues other than the educational one for me to get him a referral/assessment. 

With the rising threes staring in January his class size has almost doubled and it has got a lot more 

noisy and disruptive. He has started saying things like he "doesn't like nursery" and "nursery is boring" which is a massive shift from before Christmas where he would ask every single day when he was going to nursery next and call a register of his toys using his class mates names. His teacher has said that he is evermore  withdrawing  into his little rituals  in class as the younger children's behaviour and play seems to be overwhelming him.

The nursery have been fantastic on keeping me updated on his progress in class 


A drawing of the three little pigs, I think "Miss" did the first pig to get him started. 



Self portrait.



The school uses the seesaw app to upload pictures of the children's work and activities during their sessions. It's fantastic, they also just type the homework for the weekend up there so there's no loosing it in school bag - house transfer etc. I just love seeing the photos of what he and his classmates get up to in class.

Spud has been a bit snotty and teethy of late. He is still doing THAT SCREAM. I don't know how to discourage him. It's like acknowledging he has done it just feeds the attention seeking nature of him 
doing it in the first place. However, it really is THAT BAD it is almost impossible not to acknowledge it has happened on some level. It's hard to ignore blood coming from the ears.
It's a good job he is my super cute cuddly spuddly or we would be having problems. He's getting super chatty now. We have...
Peeeach = please/ give it to me quicker
Nuh = sod off
Kich = cuddle/kiss
Uh? = what do you want?
Whas thaaa? = what is this thing I am pointing at and can I put it in my mouth?
Ahhh gan = all gone
Key! = spike/ pops/ milk/ drink
Iya = salutations
Car
Bye bye
Night night and various animal noises and names. 

After picking up Spikey from nursery today I took the boys through the car wash. I kind of wish I had just had the cheapest one done. My theory was that it was so bad that it needed the most thorough one but with automated car washes the reality seems to be the worse the car is the less effective the wash is. Anyway, Spike  thought it was the coolest thing in the world but Spud is yet to be convinced. There was no out and out crying but there was a bit of "the f*ck is this?" Face pulling. 

Spike is spending Friday night to Sunday night at his Dad's so I may take Sam swimming on Saturday as he has never been before. Looking forward to it as it has been ages since I last went and Spud and I seldom get quality time together.

Xoxo









Thursday, 14 January 2016

The spectrum and us.

There was always something about Spike. He was gorgeous and super clever but something niggled me.  He was a fantastic baby; he fed well, slept well, was content, would play great by himself, was interested in numbers and picked up new information really quickly.  For months I took comments on how alert he was as a compliment.  I clearly had a little genius in the making and we all think our little crotch goblins are going to be the second coming of Jesus Christ secretly.  He was WAY ahead on all of his milestones, building massive towers out of blocks when the milestones said 3-4 blocks and had double the vocabulary.  Then at around 16 months the talking stopped, even "Mummy" and "Daddy" and he started talking in scribble.  This extended until we went on holiday when he was 22 months and while he was on my shoulders some seagulls flew over us and he pointed at them as said "birds!".  YES SPIKEY BIRDS!!! That same holiday we also got "sand", "sea", "beach" and "flag".  We have built from there since and whilst he is certainly still a bright boy his speech is quite robotic.  He hates chit chat, his conversational skills are best described as ruthlessly efficient.  

Socially Spikey has always struggled. He doesn't have any interest in joint activities. I consider myself a bit of an arty farty type and from about the time he could support his own head I had designated the end of the kitchen as The Kid Craft Area. It groaned with poster paints (with the proper lids that the paint brush fits in!), glitter, foam shapes, coloured feathers, coloured lollipop sticks, pom poms, glue sticks, stickers and a myriad other supplies.  It is so hard to get him to do any sort of arty activity.  Occasionally the mood will take him and it generally always takes a really sensory angle such as hand/finger/face/whole body prints. I have never been able to get him to use a colouring book and he has never had any interest in drawing or writing. 

The Nursery has said that he does the same things everyday and has little interaction with the other children, preferring to observe them.  On tidying up after the children leave for the day his teacher started noticing little caches of lined up objects hidden around the room; eventually she realised Spike was doing it.  He refuses to be touched by his teachers and even hates being touched by me unsuspectingly.  He will howl as if in pain or fright from just a hand being placed on his shoulder. 

 Noises are also a big thing for him. His major hatred is a two-stroke engine like you would find in a petrol lawn mower, hedge strimmer or chainsaw. Quad bikes and motor bikes are also foe. Fair enough you may say, they are loud. But does it really warrant planking on the side of the road to cope with the over stimulus of a chain saw being used 3 miles away half way up the mountain?  One time we'd been for a walk down the lane and two quad bikes drove passed us resulting in a melt down of truly biblical proportions. I had to carry him back up the VERY STEEP LANE as he was terrified of more quad bikes coming. This is a kid who would (if you didn't stop him) march up to and jump on the biggest most maddest horse or a growling dog. He'll climb anything, isn't afraid of falling and you have to watch him like a hawk because he'll throw himself off stuff for the fun of it.

Early on it is hard to pin down your niggles as anything legitimate as children all develop so differently and he was my first. It's only really crystallised for me now Spud is getting older and I can compare the two.  Ahhh THAT'S what conversational babbling is supposed to sound like. Also, Autism presents so differently from child to child. The spectrum is huge and even children who are diagnosed within the same bracket can exhibit very different behaviours.  When you first start bouncing your observations of your child's quirks to other people you'll get a couple of, "No he can't have autism he smiles too much/he can make eye contact/he talks too well".  Not entirely unsurprisingly it apparently turns out that your kid doesn't have to act like the understudy in Mercury Rising in order to have autism. 

We are very much in the early stages of diagnosis. The teacher is fairly certain and tests are apparently going to happen.  Regardless of what diagnosis he gets he's high functioning and in many respects it's a positive thing.  If you can capture his interest in a subject it is sooooo easy to get him to take on board the information. He practically teaches himself anything to do with maths/numbers. But there are drawbacks and Mike's obvious one is getting him writing.  However, I have some initiatives to hand and will keep you updated on the results.

Ciao Ciao x 

Saturday, 5 December 2015

Homework already?!




Spike's nursery send homework assignments home on a Friday for us to do over the weekend. Admittedly at first I was ever-so-slightly horrified. Home work at this age? According to Alfie Kohn who wrote “The Homework Myth: Why Our Kids Get Too Much of a Bad Thing,” a close look at all the research available contradicts this practice. In an e-mail regarding homework for young children,“No research has ever found any benefit. It’s all pain and no gain.”


I was relieved to discover that at Spike's nursery the assignments are very relaxed and there is plenty of scope to adapt it to his particular learning style. An absolute must for Spikey. The assignments centre around a teddy bear called "Ginger". 


The first week there was a small paragraph to read about Ginger, her family and where she lives. A picture of Ginger to colour in and reference was made to a poem called "teddy bear, teddy bear". A quick Google search soon found it for me. We started with the paragraph, which he enjoyed. We expanded on it talking about Ginger's house, what it looks like; her family and friends and the games they play. Then we did the colouring. This was over in a flash, he just does not care for colouring at all. He did enjoy getting a scissors and chopping the picture to bits. The best bit for Spike was the poem. We were able to get up and put actions to it, I videoed it and he was really proud of the results.


The second week Ginger bear shows us what a good listener looks like and we have to talk about this and show that we can be good listeners too by sitting still, looking, being quiet and of course listening. The poem wasn't as good this week. It was hard to put actions to it and Spike kept going off on tangents and reciting the one we learned last week. The poem was about what a teddy bear is for (cuddles, tickles etc) so I went and got his big blue teddy bear and acted out the hugging and other actions on it. This sustained his interest for about one and a half recitations until he took the teddy off me and started acting out last weeks much preferred poem instead. Well you can't win them all. 


As long as I am able to introduce the activities in a gentle play based way I have no objections to Spike's "homework" assignments. If we had physical sit down pen/pencil in hand stuff at this point it would be way too much. So far I think his school definitely seem to have the right approach.