Corrinhowe's Autisable

Sunday, December 06, 2009

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 15:47:01 GMT

When Jonathan and I got to his weekly counseling or monthly psychiatrist appointment, he has a ritual which never changes. The first time we went to the office, I didn't know exactly where I was going. The staircase up to the second floor office splits left and right. One door is at the stop of the left staircase and a door further down the walkway at the top of the right flight of stairs. We had a 50/50 chance of being right. So I went left considering the directions which said, "We are right behind the Radio Shack." However, we guessed wrong. Jonathan continues to this day to go left and cut over to the right side.

Come over to my main blog about Jonathan to see the photo story of his ritual at www.mypickletalksautism.com.

Dinner with the Howes1

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 12:14:37 GMT

Dinner conversation at our house can be very entertaining. I like to capture them and put them in my blog.

For our new friends and a quick reminder to our old friends (and I mean old as in can't remember names, faces, or what you ate for breakfast), let me introduce our family at the dinner table tonight. Faith - seven year old princess in family. Jonathan - star of the blog. Joshua - sixteen year old big brother. Scott - dad. Me - me.

Faith: Guess what, Mom! We have 31 back.

Jonathan: Good because I hated 268.

Faith: Yeah, I know. 31 was 85, but now 268 is 85.

To find out what everyone is talking about you'll have to go to

Just Because My Pickle Talks Doesn't Make Me An Idiot

My Son With The Verbal Learning Disability

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 20:37:59 GMT

Recently my nine year old son had his first "fight." My husband, who is the soccer coach, had to break apart the double head lock Jonathan and his arch nemesis had on each other. When I asked him about what started it, he said, "He's such a sesquipedalian and I find that very annoying."

Don't feel bad if you don't know what a sequipedalian is, I had to ask my nine year what it was. It is a person who uses large words.

It took me awhile to catch the irony of my son calling this boy a sequipedalian and saying how annoying it was in the same sentence. What's even more ironic is my son is receiving speech and language services because he has a verbal learning disability.