Tuesday, October 6, 2009
One of my favorite Mommy-tricks is making a game out of everyday tasks. Christian loves to help me sort laundry (I swear that's how he learned his colors). When it's clean-up time after a meal, we both get our brooms out and he helps me sweep. My laundry may be a bit wrinkled and my floors are always still a bit dusty, but it's a learning experience for me sweet boy! Our family is a little different, because in addition to laundry and clean-up, therapy time is just another everyday task.
I never wanted Christian's therapy time to feel like "work" to him, nor do I ever want him to know that what we're doing at that moment is considered "therapy". It's a tricky thing because I am really strict about targeting certain tasks, but I also don't want him to miss out on having fun. Yes, every moment always is a language opportunity as that is just how I've raised him (and now Lily too). As he grows though, we have targeted goals that may go a bit deeper than just the basic listening and speaking. In addition to the targeted sounds we push everyday, we also have worked on self-advocacy, which doesn't just have to do with his equipment. Another goal is working on categories (such as show me things that you wear vs. show me things that we eat).
Christian is a smart boy, and as he inches closer to 3 years old, I think he may have caught on. Today I wanted to work on our categories to back-up what he has been doing in his after-school therapy with his pull-out SLP. As we were taking off our shoes, I just started asking him some silly category questions. Here's our conversation:
Mommy: Christian, do we wear hot dogs?
Christian: No, that's a food! We eat food!
Mommy: Christian, show me something we wear.
Christian: Mommy, I already showed you all my clothes that I wear this morning. I wear shirts. I don't eat them.
Mommy: Christian, ok, well, do we wear jeans or do we wear carrots?
Christian: I told you already last week, we do not wear carrots, we eat them. They go in our mouth. It's a food. They go in the refrigerator.
Christian: Mommy, it's a game. I don't like this game. I already know what I eat. I already know what I wear. Let's make a new game.
Mommy: What game do you want play?
Christian: Want to play Superman?
So, obviously, you can see that it's time for me to figure out another way to work on categories. I may have to resort to him sorting recycling or something. I think he has food and clothes figured out. And he is SO over it.