Frances went on a long play date today (without me). It’s the same family that hosted the last one, the one that is familiar with Frances and her needs. It seems that the event went very well until two other, unfamiliar children showed up unexpectedly. If anyone had known this was going to happen, IContinue reading “A play date”
Frances had a bit of shock yesterday: her teacher, who is due to give birth in April, has to go on bed rest; so, today is her last day. Frances is presently in a multi-age classroom, from grades one to four; next September, she will be graduated to the grades five to eight class. TheContinue reading “An unexpected change”
Winters are cold here. While I wouldn’t say that spring is in the air, today is actually quite nice at -2C with noticeable sunshine. Increasingly, Frances asks to play outside on the weekends and after school. She ended up making a snowman on her own this past weekend.
Woke up Sunday morning to this text from Frances: I didn’t realize that she’d recorded a video on Saturday while we were out. It’s brief, maybe five seconds, and it’s what you see would see while driving along one of the highways here.
Frances was near crying as the other girls of her ABA (applied behaviour analysis) group walked into the reception area. “I’m not going,” she told me. “I don’t want to go somewhere without you,” she said. She was pouting. “You didn’t consult me. You didn’t even ask me if I wanted to do this,” sheContinue reading “The new ABA group”
Whenever the opportunity appears, I promote self-confidence and my daughter’s I-can-do-it-by-myself attitude; yet there are times when this isn’t possible, when we need to take a more gradual approach to independence. I dropped Frances off at a restaurant-based party yesterday to celebrate the 10th birthday of a friend that she knows from horse riding lessons.Continue reading “Party of one more “
Frances: Guess what’s the one thing I don’t want to do when I grow up? Laundry! But I’m happy to do it now… I think she’s right: she won’t want to do laundry. It’s MY least favourite task, anyway…