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"Could I have another zwer-wink, please?"
"Zander. It's a D. Say it. Dah Dah Dah. Dah-Rink."
"Zwer--"
"No! Dah. Dah. D. Say the D."
Zander has problems with diction. Certain letters and words he is just unable to articulate correctly. I blame his fingers. Namely the fact that he continues to suck them and essentially has learned to speak with his fingers in his mouth. His tongue is so used to forming words around the fingers that even when he takes them out--you can't tell the difference.
It drives me nuts!
And so went our little lesson this evening during dinner. He wanted another drink and I wanted him to pronounce the word correctly. We tried.
And tried.
"Dah----rink. Dah--rink. Dah-rink." I tried to get him to repeat it ...<< MORE >>
"Zander. It's a D. Say it. Dah Dah Dah. Dah-Rink."
"Zwer--"
"No! Dah. Dah. D. Say the D."
Zander has problems with diction. Certain letters and words he is just unable to articulate correctly. I blame his fingers. Namely the fact that he continues to suck them and essentially has learned to speak with his fingers in his mouth. His tongue is so used to forming words around the fingers that even when he takes them out--you can't tell the difference.
It drives me nuts!
And so went our little lesson this evening during dinner. He wanted another drink and I wanted him to pronounce the word correctly. We tried.
And tried.
"Dah----rink. Dah--rink. Dah-rink." I tried to get him to repeat it ...<< MORE >>
Pretty in Pink
Ed Read a Book--and Then Reviewed It!
I read a book. A real book with pages. There were no pictures. Just words and by my count--a lot of them. It's not often that I actually read a book so I'm making note of it here. In fact, the last book I read was sometime last summer--maybe the one before.
But it was a productive summer because I read two books.
Cormack McCarthy. The Road. (I hated it!) And No Country For Old Men. (Loved it.)
I'm going to try and do better this summer. See, here it is June 16th and I've already finished a book. Then again, Zane started reading ...<< MORE >>
But it was a productive summer because I read two books.
Cormack McCarthy. The Road. (I hated it!) And No Country For Old Men. (Loved it.)
I'm going to try and do better this summer. See, here it is June 16th and I've already finished a book. Then again, Zane started reading ...<< MORE >>
And Then He Didn't
He crashed into the car.
He crashed into the garage.
He crashed into the basketball post.
I tried to be encouraging and made a mental note to get more Bandaids.
He crashed into the dog.
He crashed into his sister.
He crashed into the fence.
I offered a few pointers and tried to recall if there were ice packs in the freezer.
He crashed into the grass.
He crashed into the tree.
He crashed into nothing.
Clearly, his frustration was peaked. I offered more words. He glared in a manner that told me I should stop talking. This was something he was just going to have to figure out on his own. There was no amount of instruction, encouragement or hand-holding that was going to make the process any easier.
I feared he ...<< MORE >>
He crashed into the garage.
He crashed into the basketball post.
I tried to be encouraging and made a mental note to get more Bandaids.
He crashed into the dog.
He crashed into his sister.
He crashed into the fence.
I offered a few pointers and tried to recall if there were ice packs in the freezer.
He crashed into the grass.
He crashed into the tree.
He crashed into nothing.
Clearly, his frustration was peaked. I offered more words. He glared in a manner that told me I should stop talking. This was something he was just going to have to figure out on his own. There was no amount of instruction, encouragement or hand-holding that was going to make the process any easier.
I feared he ...<< MORE >>
It's Not a Metaphor!
I've got squirrels in my attic.
I'd like to say that is a metaphor for all of the crap I've got rattling around in my brain. That the squirrels and their constant chatter represent the relentless voices in my head, not all of which are necessarily my own.
Voices that continually goad me to change this or to do that. Be different. Voices that are never quite satisfied with the status quo. Selfish voices that for whatever reason refuse to be complacent or content with the here and now.
Voices that are quick to judge. Quick to offer suggestion yet too self-absorbed to look inward and apply those same suggestions in their own personae. Bet then again, it's a voice. It ...<< MORE >>
I'd like to say that is a metaphor for all of the crap I've got rattling around in my brain. That the squirrels and their constant chatter represent the relentless voices in my head, not all of which are necessarily my own.
Voices that continually goad me to change this or to do that. Be different. Voices that are never quite satisfied with the status quo. Selfish voices that for whatever reason refuse to be complacent or content with the here and now.
Voices that are quick to judge. Quick to offer suggestion yet too self-absorbed to look inward and apply those same suggestions in their own personae. Bet then again, it's a voice. It ...<< MORE >>
Playground Rule #1---No Bullies Allowed
From the bench I watched as the kids played, excited to be in a new park. The thrill of unexplored slides, swings and ladders fueling their excitement. I watched as they played, proud for their confidence.
I watched from the bench and I saw Zella take the little girl's hand and, smiling, walk with her toward the slide. The innocence of a child so willing and so accepting. I could feel myself smiling, too.
And almost as quickly I could feel the smile fade. I began to notice that the little girl, probably five, maybe six, was no longer helping Zella, but dragging her. She spoke harshly without consideration. Zella's face had in a moment turned from happiness to one of fear ...<< MORE >>
I watched from the bench and I saw Zella take the little girl's hand and, smiling, walk with her toward the slide. The innocence of a child so willing and so accepting. I could feel myself smiling, too.
And almost as quickly I could feel the smile fade. I began to notice that the little girl, probably five, maybe six, was no longer helping Zella, but dragging her. She spoke harshly without consideration. Zella's face had in a moment turned from happiness to one of fear ...<< MORE >>
The Cat Came Back
A little something to get your week kick started. It's cheaper than therapy ... ...<< MORE >>