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Spring!

Has sprung!  I hope everyone is enjoying it.  Spring in Florida is beautiful!  Homeschooling is going well with Elle, we did learning profiles on the website after reading the book Discover Your Child's Learning Style, and that has helped tremendously.  It turns out that I am a print/auditory/producing (think workbook) learner and she is not.  She's a visual/picture/tactile learner.  So the curriculum that I was picking out for math wasn't meeting her needs at all, it was black and white and boring!  The unit study or literature approach she likes (we started Five In A Row in November), and I lucked out on the phonics workbooks because they are mostly picture learning.  She's also a relater, which means that she needs to talk things out to understand them, which was driving me crazy because she would constantly ask questions about what she was learning.  Turns out, she needs to talk it out to understand.  We went on a field trip to a composting place to learn about worm composting, and it was partly lecture and partly hands-on.  When I questioned her about the lecture, almost nothing had been absorbed except for the hands-on part of the lecture.  She doesn't learn that way, she is completely visual.  Art is her favorite subject and she started taking a homeschool enrichment art class on Thursdays which she loves.  

The Drama Triangle

Drama.  It's a natural part of life.  Right?  Right?  I keep asking myself this question lately.  In high school my mantra was "Normal people are boring." or "It's boring to be normal.  Who wants to be normal?" I never understood my motivation when I created drama with girlfriends by playing them against each other and being involved in a three way friendship.  Or gossiping and expecting secrets to not be told, or telling secrets that were not meant to be told.  All high school-ish behavior, but the glee and manipulative behavior while acting sweet on the outside was classic passive-aggressive.

When I was seventeen I met my Husband.  I knew he was special the first time we met, love at first sight.  I couldn't put my finger on it, we just clicked.  He didn't think anything of my feminine wiles.  He knew I didn't trust women because of what I knew I was capable of myself, and he played on that in a big way.  Told me I didn't need those girls, who I didn't like anyway, I just needed him.  He understood how I really felt about my friends, because he knew about the drama I was creating.

Change at the Speed of Snail

My pediatrician said to me on our first visit that it takes 20 years to change clinical practice.  That parents are changing the treatment of autistic and sensory children simply because they demand it.  And that if we waited for clinicians to do it, we'd be waiting too long because children grow up too fast.

In that same vein I just read this article on gluten sensitivity: http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704893604576200393522456636.html.

In two separate places the woman who runs the gluten intolerance group of north america says that patients have been told that it's in their head or they are crazy if they don't have celiac but still react to gluten.  Their symptoms simply written off as psychiatric.  It also says, "Peter Green, director of the Celiac Disease Center says that research into gluten sensitivity today is roughly where celiac disease was 30 years ago."

On Being Toxic

That's kind of a catchy title, and I'll get to it in a few.  What follows is probably going to be just a spewing of everything that is going on with us.  And it's not pretty.

First of all, the surest way to figure out what your flaws and weaknesses are is to invite your children to live with you, full time.  Homeschooling is so much fun and such an interesting way to learn, but it is something more.  All of my imperfections I now see reflected in my oldest child.  My worrying, my fretting over something new, my ability to take a situation apart piece by piece before it's ever experienced, she's reflecting back at me.  It's not a character trait I'm proud of.  And I didn't expect this, at all.  I didn't expect to have to deal with my SHIT, right now, before it ruins my child.

Wallowing

This was going to be a letter but is turning into a post...

Things have not been good.  I had been circling the drain a few weeks ago for several reasons.  One, first and foremost, my husband works too much.  People say they understand what it's like to have a husband who is never there, but they don't.  When he leaves before we wake up and misses dinner for five consecutive nights in a row, you really don't get it, do you?  No, you don't.  I am starting to be convinced that wives of chefs are either gluttons for punishment or were raised by single parents, so are assured that they can go it alone.  I think I fall into the latter group.  I had a wonderful role model in my mother so I know for sure I can do this alone, I just don't want to have to.

Autumn

So the last update was May I think?  A lot has happened since then!  Of course, we moved to Orlando.  We miss our Iowa peeps dearly.  I think we had gotten so used to the way life is so different there, that it is hard to get back into a Southern state of mind!  Not that Orlando is slow paced by any means, just the plain talk in Iowa was a breath of fresh air, and now we are back to the niceities of the South.  Blech!

Miles is doing phenomenal, I can't believe how well he is growing up!  Too fast if you ask me.  He'll be 23 months today.  Our eight month battle with yeast finally ended when we moved down here, perhaps because of the humidity, perhaps because our new diet was such a shock to the system, who knows?  We were in the hotel for six weeks, eating out all the time.  Anyway, he is talking in four word sentences and his fine motor skills are unbelievable, he can catch baby lizards!  Just picks them up like it's nothing.