None of us like winter colds. It can often feel that we stand next to one wrong person in line at the grocery store and suddenly we have a week or two of fighting off an unrelenting cold. These colds always seem to interrupt our sleep, make our thoughts fuzzy, tire us out more easily, and just generally slow us down. Still, we tend to be able to continue to function, advocate for our basic needs, and tel
l others just how crummy we feel. One articulate first grader who was learning to speak English came into my classroom years ago and announced that her head was full of nose juice that made her feel like she was underwater. I’ve never heard a more specific description.
Of course, for Joey, and students like him, colds mean so much more. Colds threaten his general health as his body has a harder time fighting off germs. Recovery time for him can be so much longer than the rest of us. His sleep and daily rhythm are interrupted. Just saying hello or asking for help becomes a heavy chore.
When I am taking data on Joey’s communication abilities, I am constantly looking for trends. Is his communication increasing? What types of communication is he using? What encourages him to engage more? The data will reflect increases in his ability, and then, it will stop. Is he regressing? Often, there is something interfering. Colds are frequently a culprit at slowing him down. [Read more…]

Joey and I were happily reading “
Joey and I have been working on reading predictable pattern books that are typically introduced at this time of year in kindergarten. Joey is doing well with these books, and shows an understanding of using the words and pictures to recognize unfamiliar words. It’s exciting to watch him grow in these abilities, but there are certainly challenges that arise from making sure Joey has appropriate access to leveled reading materials.
Joey’s mother recently sent me this picture, and I teared up. Joey’s great-aunt made him gloves with his monster on them. I was surprised by my tears. After all, it had just been an art project, right?
I opened the door to Joey’s house and found him waiting for me at his device. He looked at me, grinned, turned back to his computer, and said “Hi Miss Ann-Bailey. My name is Joey.” I can’t tell you how exciting it was to hear him say my name – and based on the grin on his face, it seemed like he was pretty excited to say it too.