Showing posts with label fever. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fever. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Good Behavior Update
I don't think DB's good behavior is related to it's the head injury. I think he has a cold.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
A Great Weekend So Far
DuckyBoy has been fantastic this weekend. Granted, there's a day left of the 3-day, but wow.
On Saturday he and I attended a planting day at the NY Congregational Home; there were lots of people helping this year (unlike years past when there's been a smattering of folks from our church and no one else), so I didn't feel badly when he skipped from project to project.
Most fun was simply watching a worm we dug up; for a short-attention span kid, it was awesome to sit with him, heads together, and watch the worm crawl around on my (gloved, thank you) hand for 5 minute? 10 minutes? And he was even willing to put it in his (gloved) hand.
He was delighted with worms, and the hard sap he found on a tree, and said something like, "It's like we're on a nature walk!"
Then we attended a party and on our way in I tried someting new: I took a moment to explain to him that I expected to spend most of the time at the party talking with the other adults, and I expected him to play with B. ( a boy about his age who he knows) or on his own (I didn't say, "alone" which is a trigger word for DB...).
And, by golly, he did it! I hardly heard a peep from him! For hours!
Today he wanted to sit in front in church. And I mean, IN FRONT. We could practically see up the minister's nostrils. But DB seemed to like being there, and even entertained himself during the hymn!
Afterwards we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge in honor of its being the bridge's 125th birthday, which is long for him and yes, he complained, but after his dad explained the options (do it without whining and thereby honor God; or do it and whine and make mom and dad mad), he did it.
On the way home, he fell asleep... for more than an hour!
Which makes us wonder ... Is he sick?
On Saturday he and I attended a planting day at the NY Congregational Home; there were lots of people helping this year (unlike years past when there's been a smattering of folks from our church and no one else), so I didn't feel badly when he skipped from project to project.
Most fun was simply watching a worm we dug up; for a short-attention span kid, it was awesome to sit with him, heads together, and watch the worm crawl around on my (gloved, thank you) hand for 5 minute? 10 minutes? And he was even willing to put it in his (gloved) hand.
He was delighted with worms, and the hard sap he found on a tree, and said something like, "It's like we're on a nature walk!"
Then we attended a party and on our way in I tried someting new: I took a moment to explain to him that I expected to spend most of the time at the party talking with the other adults, and I expected him to play with B. ( a boy about his age who he knows) or on his own (I didn't say, "alone" which is a trigger word for DB...).
And, by golly, he did it! I hardly heard a peep from him! For hours!
Today he wanted to sit in front in church. And I mean, IN FRONT. We could practically see up the minister's nostrils. But DB seemed to like being there, and even entertained himself during the hymn!
Afterwards we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge in honor of its being the bridge's 125th birthday, which is long for him and yes, he complained, but after his dad explained the options (do it without whining and thereby honor God; or do it and whine and make mom and dad mad), he did it.
On the way home, he fell asleep... for more than an hour!
Which makes us wonder ... Is he sick?
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Fevers and Easter Eggs
I miss my blog! Lots going on, and now DuckyBoy is sick. Not with scarlet fever I don't think, like finslippy's son, but sick enough that he could only take a few sips of water today, and that couldn't be too cold or it came right back up. His fever was over 103.5 this morning, but slowly came down all afternoon. I just hope it doesn't spike again in the middle of the night tonight!
This afternoon he finally was able to drink some rice milk and eat 6, yes, literally just 6, French fries. So much for the big family weekend! We were supposed to go to Grandma's today but no chance. They'll probably come in to see us tomorrow anyway.
DuckyBoy's not sure he wants to hunt for Easter eggs tomorrow, so I told him the EB would know he's sick and probably leave him just a few eggs, and come back next week. Poor guy.
On a related note, I'm less than impressed with 2 of the egg-coloring products out there and they're both the same company: Dudley's. We tried the "Speckled eggs" kit and while the gel pouches and little sponge brushes were OK, last year anyway (Note to self: Quit trying to save leftover egg-coloring products for the next year...), the little stickers were impossible to get off the backing. They were clear so we could hardly see them, tiny, and just plain not useable.
Also tried the stencil/stamp kit. Also leftover from last year, but since you have to activate the paint pads with water anyway I don't think that was the problem. Too wet or too dry, that was the problem. At least I now have cute bunny stamps to use with regular stamp pads, plus 2 tiny paintbrushes (since I had 2 kits), but it didn't do anything for our eggs.
Luckily I had the old standby, plain old food coloring, in the house. DB may not have been feeling so good yesterday, come to think of it, but at any rate he didn't seem to really mind. Handled the disappointment of the kits pretty well and happily chose the colors for the solid eggs.
Happy Easter!
This afternoon he finally was able to drink some rice milk and eat 6, yes, literally just 6, French fries. So much for the big family weekend! We were supposed to go to Grandma's today but no chance. They'll probably come in to see us tomorrow anyway.
DuckyBoy's not sure he wants to hunt for Easter eggs tomorrow, so I told him the EB would know he's sick and probably leave him just a few eggs, and come back next week. Poor guy.
On a related note, I'm less than impressed with 2 of the egg-coloring products out there and they're both the same company: Dudley's. We tried the "Speckled eggs" kit and while the gel pouches and little sponge brushes were OK, last year anyway (Note to self: Quit trying to save leftover egg-coloring products for the next year...), the little stickers were impossible to get off the backing. They were clear so we could hardly see them, tiny, and just plain not useable.
Also tried the stencil/stamp kit. Also leftover from last year, but since you have to activate the paint pads with water anyway I don't think that was the problem. Too wet or too dry, that was the problem. At least I now have cute bunny stamps to use with regular stamp pads, plus 2 tiny paintbrushes (since I had 2 kits), but it didn't do anything for our eggs.
Luckily I had the old standby, plain old food coloring, in the house. DB may not have been feeling so good yesterday, come to think of it, but at any rate he didn't seem to really mind. Handled the disappointment of the kits pretty well and happily chose the colors for the solid eggs.
Happy Easter!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Fingers Still Crossed
So far, so good... at least in terms of dairy-laced baked goods. Yesterday's cupcake seemed to have caused no ill effect, unless taking 10 minutes of a half-hour swim lesson to get used to the water ("I'm stiiiill getting uuuuuuused to it..." he whined to his instructor. I swear I almost hear him say "Suckah" under his breath...)
I do agree with him that this pool is numerous degrees cooler than the bathwater known as the St. Bart's pool, but the teacher, newbie that she is, obviously does not know two important things:
1. He will play her for all she is worth. For minutes 11-25 of the lesson I had a fantasy going in my head about how I was going to have to Speak.To.Both.Of.Them after the lesson about how just because they played when every other child in the pool was getting, oh, I don't know, a SWIM LESSON, does not mean the same will happen next week. Because ...
2. This is how he thinks: If we did it like that once, we can do it like that again. Is this, as I suspect, an Aspergers thing? If so, why is this not written at the top of every scrap of instructional material that someone who might work with a HFA child might read???
It's all well and good to list vague phrases such as "Resistant to change," but let's spell it out for all these nice people: If You Let It Happen Once, Kiss the Way You Want to Do It Next Time Good-Bye.
Then came minutes 26-30, and I took it all back. Duckyboy actually swam around when he thought he was playing! Ha! Who's the suckah now? Adults rule!
I still think he's going to want to have his lesson be like that every week though. And it could work -- but he's gonna have to show a lot of improvement every week in order for me to be able to watch that again.
He ate the remaining contraband, I mean bake-sale cookies, on the way home. Probably full of butter, I can tell by the way he snarfed them down. Wait, maybe that was just because someone Other Than Me made them? No, wait, one of our sesame cookies was in there too. Oh, maybe the kid was actually hungry at 5:45 pm!
Anyway, fingers still crossed. And not just about the dairy -- how's about a 101.7 degree fever for bedtime??
With any luck, it will burn off any milk-based effects. And I'm not even kidding; a fever makes him loving, workable, and snuggly. In other words, less autistic. And there's even proof of it now. It's just one study, but it's a start.
Husband just told me to blog about why SuperNanny Jo Frost is the hottest babe on TV. And that, friends, is one of the reasons I love him.
I do agree with him that this pool is numerous degrees cooler than the bathwater known as the St. Bart's pool, but the teacher, newbie that she is, obviously does not know two important things:
1. He will play her for all she is worth. For minutes 11-25 of the lesson I had a fantasy going in my head about how I was going to have to Speak.To.Both.Of.Them after the lesson about how just because they played when every other child in the pool was getting, oh, I don't know, a SWIM LESSON, does not mean the same will happen next week. Because ...
2. This is how he thinks: If we did it like that once, we can do it like that again. Is this, as I suspect, an Aspergers thing? If so, why is this not written at the top of every scrap of instructional material that someone who might work with a HFA child might read???
It's all well and good to list vague phrases such as "Resistant to change," but let's spell it out for all these nice people: If You Let It Happen Once, Kiss the Way You Want to Do It Next Time Good-Bye.
Then came minutes 26-30, and I took it all back. Duckyboy actually swam around when he thought he was playing! Ha! Who's the suckah now? Adults rule!
I still think he's going to want to have his lesson be like that every week though. And it could work -- but he's gonna have to show a lot of improvement every week in order for me to be able to watch that again.
He ate the remaining contraband, I mean bake-sale cookies, on the way home. Probably full of butter, I can tell by the way he snarfed them down. Wait, maybe that was just because someone Other Than Me made them? No, wait, one of our sesame cookies was in there too. Oh, maybe the kid was actually hungry at 5:45 pm!
Anyway, fingers still crossed. And not just about the dairy -- how's about a 101.7 degree fever for bedtime??
With any luck, it will burn off any milk-based effects. And I'm not even kidding; a fever makes him loving, workable, and snuggly. In other words, less autistic. And there's even proof of it now. It's just one study, but it's a start.
Husband just told me to blog about why SuperNanny Jo Frost is the hottest babe on TV. And that, friends, is one of the reasons I love him.
