Showing posts with label perceptive. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perceptive. Show all posts

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Can you spot the difference?

Can you spot the difference between this photo...

and this one?

Isaiah could. Pretty cool, uh? I had placed that CD case up there after the kids went to bed the other night. The next morning, Isaiah walked into the living room, and instantly spotted it (from 2x as far away as I was when I took these photos). He had no reason to look up there in the first place- it's just the same junk that's always up there. It actually took me a minute to realize what he was pointing at since I had forgotten, and didn't see anything of significance at first.

He's always been very observant and perceptive. I remember a similar incident when he was no more than 18 months old. I had laid a small bottle of lotion on the super-cluttered dresser after he was asleep. The following morning, mere seconds after his little eyes opened, he was pointing and grunting at it.

He'll point out a tiny bug walking across the ceiling, cows seemingly miles away from the road as we speed past, a rogue balloon in the sky that I can barely make out.

Although, he doesn't always seem that observant. If there is a single toy in the middle of the room, he'll trip over it, multiple times. He constantly runs into the side of doorways, into walls- he might as well be running around the house with his eyes closed. He's very perceptive in the visual sense, but his proprioceptive sense (aka knowing where his body is in space, and in relation to his surroundings) seems to be lacking. I have several more examples, but baby is getting fussy... so I'll have to blog about them later.

Anyhoo, what I'm getting at, is the above issues aren't going away, and I'm starting to see them affecting his/our lives more and more. I'm not exactly sure what to do. We talked with an OT back in October, and have done some of the sensory diet ideas. Although, honestly, we've slacked off a whole lot for various reasons. Since this resurgence of issues, I've decided to start doing the therapeutic brushing and joint compressing religiously, as well as integrate some more high-input activities throughout the day (swinging on the swingset, pillow hugs, etc.) to see if it helps any.

He'll be receiving [home-based] speech therapy via the school starting in the fall (blogged about here). Should I push for occupational therapy as well, (even though Early Intervention didn't see the need for it, apparently)? Should we make an appointment with a developmental pediatrician and try to get an "official" diagnosis of Sensory Processing Disorder, and then pursue services?

I think being perceptive is an excellent trait, and it's one of the many qualities of Isaiah that proves that he's SO intelligent. I just need to figure out how to help him gain control over it, so he's only reaping the benefits, and not constantly stumbling over the drawbacks.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

My Little Chef

A few mornings ago, I was changing Oliver in the bedroom. Isaiah came up to me and asked for some juice ("eeeeuuuu!"), so I told him to get his cup out of the fridge. Moments later, I hear the refrigerator door open and shut, so I assumed that he found it. (He's constantly drinking, so I try to make sure I have a full sippy in the fridge, ready to go, for him to help himself. )

Not more than 5 minutes later, after getting Ollie dressed, I walked in the kitchen to find Isaiah trying to open the oven door. A brief look around, and I quickly realized what was going on. Apparently, he was hungry and didn't want to wait for me. He had taken a can of biscuits out of the fridge, somehow managed to open the can (there was a tiny plastic play knife on the table?), got a cookie sheet out of the cabinet, lined up all the biscuits in a row, and was going to cook them. o.O

I was stunned! I guess he had watched me make biscuits enough to have the routine memorized. When he noticed me, he very nonchalantly pointed up at the oven knobs, and said "iiiii" (for "light", associating the oven light with it being on).

This isn't the first time he's surprised me by his perceptiveness in the kitchen. Long before he was even 2, he would insist on handing me a cooking utensil from the drawer while I was cooking. And it was always the right one! If I had a pan on the stove, he would give me a spatula, and if I had a pot out, he'd thrust a spoon at me. Not once did I ever ask him for X utensil, or correct him. He just learned by watching me, making notes what I was doing, then started doing it himself.

So, yeah, cooking biscuits (albeit canned) at age 2.5. Not too shabby, uh? Maybe he'll be frying up eggs before his third birthday. ;-)