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So he sits down and begins dinner in one place.

I look over at him and he has moved.

He has fidgeted his way to the left edge of his chair.

I remind him to move back to where he started.

I look again and he has now moved forward in his seat so that he is SOOOO close to the table.

Again, I tell him to readjust.

He does— for a moment or two.

Sometimes, this is how dinner goes.

 

Because my son, Michael, fidgets.

He is the most wonderful little man around and he needs to move.

So when I was asked to try this

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They say that one of the most distinctive smells in the world are the smell of crayons and play-dough.  They say that once we smell it, the brain recognizes it and kind of takes you to your memories of the the times you used it.  Like childhood.

Well, we loved and love our playdough.

Emily and I sat for hours sculpting and molding it.  We spent so much time relaxing and creating.

Michael and I sat for hours crushing and smooshing any and all creations.  It was the boy version of creating and relaxing.

But for Elizabeth, playdough did not hold any allure.  In fact, it was simply a source of frustration.  I think this was in part because if its texture and that her dyspraxia did not allow her hands to move and work as she wished.  Also, because natural curiosity is not the strong point of dyspraxic people, creating and the like, was simply hard work for her.

It was not until we started with our first Occupational therapist and Mary that we discovered Read the rest of this entry »

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