Miss Andrea Celebrates her 100th Post!

I am a sucker for kinesthetic edu-tainment. When we homeschooled, my daughter's friends affectionately called me "Miss Frizzle." (Could it be, the hair?) I implored them to paint circus posters a la Mirette on the High Wire, parade down the street like the Ox-Cart Man, boastfully sell their "Best in the 5 cent World Salsa" cum Slappy Hooper and countless other activities from my favorite curriculum ever, Five in a Row. Mixing literature and life is a passion.


No surprise, I want to celebrate my 100th post! It marks a milestone; a critical mass of writing for what I hope will be a "blook" one day. I am half tempted to have a party with friends who would sort 100 blocks with me into batches of 10, do 100 sit-ups, drink lemonade with 100 ice cubes and 100 cherries, or some such thematic antic the likes of which Miss Bindergarten and I dream at night.

My kids are growing up though and if I expect them to ban the baby stuff, then so must I. Convinced by my old friend and new Doctor of Divinity, Kathy Dwyer, I decided to mark the occasion with a new Autism Unplugged banner! I'll thank my biggest supporter (and husband) 100 times for designing it and knowing html. And, in hopes of getting 100 responses, I'm announcing an Essay Contest tomorrow!

Celebrating serves an important function. I learned this in the educational realm at a Brain Gym conference years ago. They refer to it as "anchoring a skill;" maybe the Biblical term is "putting a marker" or an ebenezer here. Whatever you call it and however you do it, by all means celebrate! Naming the accomplishment or significant progress in any area of development has the power to reinforce and ensure that it happens again.

When Reid mastered riding a 2-wheeler bike (at age 10), we went out to dinner and cheered. When Allie wanted to be baptized, we designed invitations and engraved frames. For our 10th anniversary we went to Kauai. For our 20th, we went to Vegas (don't ask). When The Kingsmen had a successful gig, we threw a karaoke party.

Anchoring the Brain Gym way is like hitting a reset button in the brain and body. It can raise the bar on expectations and set a new threshold. Marking even minor steps in the right direction are cause for celebration: going a week without caffeine; selling 1 of the 100 rummage items in the garage; making a dreaded appointment with a doctor; speaking up in class.


Two years ago on Mother's Day's, Jim presented me with my first Apple MacBook on a wing and a prayer that I'd use it. Second only to the cross-country skis he gave me when we were newlyweds, this has been my favorite gift from him. It represented his belief in me and came with a hopeful expectation for my future. It was as much a vote of confidence as anything. By giving me a laptop, Jim was seeing in me a writer and calling out a future vocation. He was also giving me a nudge.

I have found a voice, entered a discipline of writing, and am plodding toward my end goal of having a book length story to tell. The unexpected perk, which actually Jim predicted too, is connecting with a new group of blogging buddies who span the world yet know no boundaries. Friends you can look up at all hours of the night to gab on topics not often broached in my regular social circle. Worth celebrating? I say so and I say now.


What new skill can you anchor at your house? How will you celebrate?

Let me know in a comment.


So Jacob rose early in the morning, and took the stone that he had put under his head and set it up as a pillar and poured oil on its top. Genesis 28:18


Then Samuel took a stone and set it between Mizpah and Shen, and named it Ebenezer, saying, "Thus far the LORD has helped us." 1 Samuel 7:12


For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:10-12

Perpetual Motion

A professional dance company called dre.dance, has choreographed a new work, beyond words, which premiered in Wichita recently. JoyMama at Elvis Sightings shares her dad's impressions of it. It was favorably reviewed in the Wichita Eagle. And also in more detail at Taking the Scenic Route.

How cool to see the performing arts using autism as a theme--building acceptance and awareness in the process. I am filled with admiration and curiosity about this company and their choreographer. Here is a clip of them instructing a group of teens with special needs. Apparently, they have taken the cause to heart and are gifted in using their own talents to develop others. Another apprenticeship model.




Dance dance dance! Do all kids with autism love to dance? I know Reid does. It is one of many behaviors that was sooo cute when he was younger and sooo not at all cool now that he's a teen. Bummer, because people merely watch him and get energized. Turn music on and he's bustin' a move like none you've ever seen.

Boys need to move to learn. I love the work of Carla Hannaford (Smart Moves: Why Learning is Not All in Your Head) and Cecelia Freeman (I am the Child) who support movement as a requisite way to switch the brain on for learning. The freedom of homeschooling allowed for lots of purposeful movement in Reid 's early years. Interactive metronome technology, which we did during the try-it-all hey day of his early childhood, is basically keeping time with hands and feet to a recorded tick-tock sound. Only, it's not that fun and lacks any significant social interaction.

Once he had completed the IM protocol, I made the giant mental leap of transferring those skills to tap dancing--which is really fun if you wannabe Gene Kelly and are obsessed with the best musical of all time, Singin' in the Rain. Having landed on a fantastic, local, male teacher who was up for it, Reid began his brief stint as a hoofer. It was a grand couple months of percussion with the feet and building a relationship with Louis. In his imagination, Reid was Donald O'Connor, the talented ham. And Louis was Gene Kelly, the rugged, masculine, athletic dandy with all the moves...and mirrors surrounding them so they could watch themselves. What could be more thrilling?!

I have to include this clip of Moses Supposes from Singin' in the Rain. For one, it offers a Biblical tie-in. And, who among us wouldn't love to do this with one of those district stick-in-the-mud speech therapists?! Telling the articulation coach to take his long a vowel sound and ----- it! in the nicest way possible.





Reid did this all by himself once, a long time ago. At about 5 years old, he was upstairs in our little "office classroom" with a speech therapist from the district during his preschool home program days. She told him, "only one more time" of some torturous game and then he'd get to do...x y z (whatever preferred task was the reward of the day). Well, it is one of my favorite recorded moments we have on video. His touche to the whole ABA discrete trail annoyance. He performed the obligatory one more time and doesn't she then say, "OK, now let's do this...," breaking her promise; making herself a liar; and ruining any trust Reid may have had in her. Under his breath yet clear as a bell, practically into the microphone, Reid said, "I'm not surprised." Then, he complied which is even more amazing.

One more on the same tapping theme, just for kicks! Snuffy and Savion in his younger days. (Don't get me started on Happy Feet.)





They send forth their children as a flock; their little ones dance about. Job 21:10-12


Then Miriam the prophet, Moses’s sister, took a tambourine and led all the women as they played their tambourines and danced. Exodus 15:19-21


David, wearing a linen ephod, danced before the LORD with all his might... 2 Samuel 6:13-15