That IEP meeting last week.

I’ve been chewing over the information that was shared at the IEP meeting last week and trying to make some decisions.  Trying to pick a direction to move…it’s not easy being the grown-up sometimes (heh, please overlook the fact that I do not always exactly act “grown-up” and tend to throw hissy fits that put my 5 year old to shame…just for now.  ‘K, thanks.)

Two years ago we went to the same sort of meeting and we heard such amazingly, wonderful things about our special little nugget…only for everything to go straight to hell 3 months later.  It was a mixture of me hearing what I wanted and the teacher … really, I still don’t know what her motivation was.  But, hey, I’m being a grown-up today so…bygones. 

What I’m getting at is that, since that meeting, I’ve tried very hard to hear what the teacher and therapists are telling me…even when I am having to read between the lines at times.  So, please understand that the following is what I am fairly sure I heard at the meeting…but maybe I missed something between the lines…it happens.  Which is why people should just say what they mean and not try to dress up what we all know is a less than ideal situation…oops, was that preachy?  (and also hypocritical because we all know “less than ideal” is not exactly what I mean…sorry.)

So.  What I heard…

  1. He has met his OT goal of holding a pen in the proper tripod position for more than 5 minutes at a time.
  2. He has met his OT goal of cutting a straight line using “regular” scissors and has moved on to cutting out shapes (circles in particular, he has done this successfully one time but it was a very LARGE circle and not quite what they’re going for…babysteps.)
  3. Both of these are very important because it demonstrates that he is gaining significant strength in his hands (those loose FX ligaments are most troublesome in his fingers.)

  4. He has met his PT goal of throwing and catching a ball for whatever distance they’d set.  He’s now working on dribbling. 
  5. He has met his PT goal of moving through multi-step obstacle courses with support.  He’s working on doing it independently.
  6. His tumbling and jumping are better, he is now working on assisted sit-ups.
  7. His PT has also noted that his upper body strength has increase significantly.  He needs to be strong in his trunk before he can really focus on working his fingers as well as he should.

  8. He is able to sit at a table and work on an activity for more than 5 minutes, with support.  They’re now working on increasing his independence.
  9. He is able to sit at a table and work on a preferred activity for … well …forever pretty much.
  10. He follows the classroom routine with minimal support.  They’re now working on increasing his independence.
  11. His assistive tech device…VantageLite…is in process though there are some interesting issues regarding funding.  We’ll get it worked out but we may be needing our advocate to make a call or two.
  12. He loves his peers and will do things for or with another child that he will not do for or with a therapist.

Areas he needs to work on…

  1. Moving beyond a one step social interaction.  He will take a toy or give a toy but he won’t continue the play routine beyond that.  He will initiate a conversation with a classmate by greeting them or commenting on something the classmate is doing but won’t continue the conversation beyond that.
  2. Independence.  He still needs an adult to keep him on task.  He is, by their own estimation, cognitively and physically capable of performing all the classroom tasks but his mind wanders.  Especially if it’s a harder task.  He’d rather watch the other kids work than work on something that tires him physically or mentally.
  3. Eating.  He can and does eat…a lot.  But he needs to be reminded constantly to use a utensil, use a napkin, don’t overstuff.  This is a biggy because of the social ramifications of not being able to eat in a group in a socially acceptable way.  Kids notice.  Older kids will comment. 

We have finally gotten the go ahead to start Therapeutic Listening with him.  The TL Therapist and Monkey’s OT will introduce it in the classroom and pick a goal to work on.  If it works for him we’ll expand it to home and we’ll buy him his own equipment.  We may end up buying the equipment ANYWAY if they can’t locate it within the district.  It’s been almost a year since we asked about this…I’d like to get going!

We also asked about ADHD since we’ll be visiting the developmental pediatrician this week to continue the discussion from last fall.  They can’t tell if he “can’t” focus or “won’t.”  Which is fine, that’s the Dr’s job 🙂  Now hopefully he’ll have a magical answer for that and the sleep b/c OMG, the lack of sleep makes me crazy.  And I don’t need anymore crazy, thank you very much, am full up with it already.

A question for the more experienced IEP moms and dads.

If it is noted that a child can learn the material and can perform the tasks but isn’t always motivated to perform said task through to completion…that’s not a, not sure how to put this…it’s not a comment on the child and the appropriateness of the goal or placement but an indication that the teachers/therapists need to come up with new ways to motivate the child, is that right?

PTSD much?

This afternoon Duhdee and I will be attending an IEP meeting.  Well, actually, it’s what everyone else would call a parent/teacher conference but we live in a special world where everything is governed by our IEP and federal law.  Awesome. 

So, a parent/teacher conference, no big deal!  Right?  Right.  So why do I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach?  We haven’t even started kindergarten and I’m already shell-shocked by the entire IEP experience/process. 

This should be fine.  We’ve read the progress notes, he’s doing GREAT!  He’s a magic little being who charms (and manipulates, in a charming fashion, of course) everyone he works with.   Even knowing what we should hear at the meeting still leaves me flashing back to that meeting two years ago when we heard all the same things only to be told 3 months later that none of it was exactly true and whatever was true didn’t matter…no one could handle him or be expected to handle him. 

*Sigh*  I’m going to go buy some cookies and show up with a smile…hopefully I manage to get there without throwing up.  It’s all going to be fine, I wish I could convince myself of that though.

Preparing for battle.

This is sad, sad, sad but Duhdee and I are already gearing up for some more fights with the school system.  I wonder at what point we will give up and just move.   We don’t want to move.  Five generations of Duhdee’s family have lived in this house.  We like our neighbors, a lot.  We like the neighborhood, a lot.  We just may not have a choice.

The “impossible” challenges we need to resolve before the end of the school year are to convince the district to create an integrated kindergarten classroom and/or change their policy on 1-1 aides (“We don’t do them,” is a direct quote.  Our advocate finds that rather amusing.)  If we had sent Monkey to kindergarten this fall on schedule he had two options 1. mainstream classroom with minimal support or 2. substantially separate classroom, possibly with integrated “specials” (gym, art, etc.)   Neither of those would have been appropriate. 

Neither of these changes are really impossible, of course, we have a new superintendent who knows the benefits of both changes…he’s seen them work in his last district.   But there is a whole layer of bureaucracy built up in this district and while most are genuinely good and likeable people there are people in positions of power that are downright hostile.  One in particular causes a visceral reaction, the very sight of her creates so much anger in both of us…sigh.

Our son’s preschool teacher wants us to stand up and push for these changes but the last time a teacher used us as an example for needed changes it backfired big time and almost cost Monkey his placement.  If we start this fight we will have to see it through to the end.  It’s going to cost money…maybe a lot of money if we have to hire an attorney.  It’s going to cost time, guarunteed to be a lot of time (we’ve yet to write an IEP with the district with less than 12 hours of face to face meeting time.) It’s going to cause stress, which is not beneficial to anyone.

I know it’s needed.  I just hate that it has to be us.  I don’t want to have to fight over everything.  I’d just like something, for once, to be simple.

Yeah, yeah, I know…suck it up 🙂

I started to write this as a comment and it got out of control :-)

Grammy’s comment about knowing her kids more than the teachers triggered this.  Monkey’s current teacher certainly seems to agree with the idea that we know him better than they do.  But I’m not all that sure that this is totally accurate.  I think in some ways they do know more about him than we do, which is why we let them set his goals without much interference. 

Monkey seems to have different attitudes at home and at school.  He will do things at school that he won’t at home and vice versa.  It’s weird.  He won’t use his entire vocabulary at school…there are certain things we hear him say all the time that they never hear.  Again, weird.  We thought that if he felt more comfortable in his classroom (and he does) he would share more of his skills but it doesn’t seem to have worked that way.  He’s definitely showing MORE than in the last classroom but still not all.  I wish I knew how to fix that.

One example, at our annual meeting the ST mentioned that she wanted to work on breathing exercises with him to help him speak more loudly.  Uh, what?   We were flummoxed, the boy has lungs and USES them to the point of giving poor Duhdee headaches some days.  She was shocked to hear that he can be so loud, she really thought he had some sort of trunk weakness that was affecting his diaphragm. 

Another example is that at school he will apparently eat with utensils…we have to constantly remind him at home to use his fork/spoon and he still ignores us a lot of the time.  I would have said he didn’t have the coordination or fine motor skills to do that…in fact I have said that exact thing on those stupid questionnaires we have to fill out for all of the evaluations we’ve done.

I just wish I knew how to get him to use all the skills he has regardless of which environment he is in.  Any suggestions?  I can’t be the only one who’s seen this 🙂

So depressing.

I’m back to work.  *SIGH*  I was really enjoying my recuperation.  I had my own personal Buffy marathon going on.  I miss Buffy and Angel and evil Spike (I’m only part way through Season 2.)   C’est la vie.

This morning Monkey had two escorts into the classroom.  Two of the little girls in his class arrived just as we did.  Duhdee and Monkey stayed outside with them for a minute to give me a chance to go talk to the teacher.   I had to ask Monkey’s teacher to stop greeting him in the mornings.  We had noticed that he was increasingly upset about going to school and we realized that it started right about the time she began to get down at his level when he walked through the door and basically force eye contact.   She didn’t touch him, she just would not get up and walk away until he made eye contact, no matter how much he squirmed.  Not good.  

The talk went fine, she is OK with backing off during the transition period.  I was worried that I would have to point out that it is in his IEP for a reason.  I can’t seem to do this without feeling snarky and I don’t want to be snarky with his teacher.  I really like her.  Hopefully he will relax in the mornings again.  He does fine with her the rest of the day…it’s just that first minute or two that it takes to get him through the dooor and get his backpack hung up. 

So, anyway, Duhdee and Monkey arrived a few minutes after me.  Monkey had a girl on each arm right up until they walked through the door.  He was in heaven.  He is serious trouble ladies.  Between the sunny nature, the cherub-like cheeks and those curls…big, BIG trouble.

A Monkey thwarted is not pretty.

We have a new development at school.  It appears that Monkey is not a fan of taking turns.  The teachers have spoiled him rotten and now they are paying the consequences.

What has happened is that, when Monkey began his language explosion back in December, the staff in the classroom bent over backwards to respond to his every word.  They did all they could to avoid saying no to him.  Whatever word he used, whatever request he made, was honored.  Now that the newness of that has worn off they are now saying no to him or asking him to wait.  He is not impressed. 

He’s just like Umma too, when he’s mad, he cries…he looks absolutely pitiful.  They’re feeling pretty bad about it but he’s just going to have to get used to a classroom that doesn’t revolve around him 😉

How about them executive functioning skills?

This morning, about a 1/2 hour before we left for school, Monkey came in to the bathroom and asked for help getting one of his bath toys out of the net bag they are stored in.  I thought it was funny because he never plays with them anymore now that he takes showers and it was especially odd because even when he was still taking baths this particular toy was not one of his favorites.  I helped him get out his wind-up Elmo toy and he took off happily.

Once we were all ready to go I noticed that he was still holding the toy.  Duhdee asked him if he was taking the toy with him or if he was leaving it at home.  Monkey did not respond but he started to put the toy down on the counter of his play kitchen.  When Duhdee grabbed his coat, however, he stopped and decided to keep the toy instead.  I took it from him briefly while he put on his coat but he quickly reclaimed it.  MOST days he would have abandoned the toy at this point.

On the way to school we played our normal games, the latest of which is my torturing quizzing him on the colors of the M&Ms before I’ll let him have one.  We started this game mostly because, if left to his own devices, he will only request RED M’s and we were running low on RED M’s, lol.

So, we arrive at school and Monkey was getting increasingly upset.  Fridays are hard.  He is tired by the end of the week and the last thing he wants to do is go to school, poor kid.  I sat in the truck while Duhdee walked around to let Monkey out and I noticed he was still holding that Elmo toy.   After I got out of the truck Duhdee asked him if he was taking the toy with him or if he was leaving it in the car, Monkey kept the toy.  He has NEVER kept the toy past this point.  Any time he has taken a toy in the car he ALWAYS leaves it in the car when we get where we are going.  Interesting.

Now we walked into the school and down the ramp to his classroom and he is continuing to clutch this toy.  It got to the point where he had to decide between letting go of Duhdee’s hand or handing over the toy to get an M from me.  He let go of Duhdee’s hand.   When we got in the classroom I had to take the toy away from him so he could take off his coat.  He grabbed his picture from his cubby and ran to check in. 

As soon as he was done Duhdee told him to come and make a choice for his first activity of the day.  He began signing and saying “water” as he ran to the choice board.   He picked the water table picture out of the array of choices and came straight toward me.  Duhdee made him stop and read his sentance “I want to play water table” and directed him toward the smocks.  At this point we had all realized what he had been planning over the last 45 minutes!  I asked the teacher if it was OK to let him have the Elmo toy, normally they do not let the kids keep toys from home in the classroom during the day.  She didn’t have the heart to tell him no once she saw how well he had planned this out.  As soon as I handed the toy to him, his face lit up and he started waving and telling us “Bye!” 

Our last look of him before we left was of him with his Elmo floating in the water table and a huge grin on his face.