Guest guest Posted February 20, 2004 Report Share Posted February 20, 2004 , Our kids are so alike in soooo many ways... When Tyler was five, we basically hid from the eclectic company, who was continually trying to figure out what was tripping the transformer behind our house. ... It all started one day, in October, when Tyler checked a book out on electricity from the library. It talked about currents, directional flows, circuit breakers, and how it could be harnessed in batteries. Well, this really fascinated my son, who had a leggo kit with a little motor and two wires... a battery... some metal toys... Hmmmm... I bet you already know where I am going with this... His first experiment was taking a " D " battery out of a toy and the light bulb out of his reading light socket. He then dropped the battery into the socket (to see if he could recharge the battery), which created quite an arc, not to mention a power outage in our house. I thought the situation had been adequately explained and that we had gotten Tyler over the idea that a battery could be recharged in the light socket because it was a perfect fit (and talked about how he could have been burned, etc), but that didn't stop the fascination. Next, we had an area wide brown out. I couldn't figure out what was happening, but I ran down to Tyler's room. He had a pair of sun glasses on to protect his eyes, had my oven mitts on to protect his hands and arms, and was wearing a snowsuit. He was awkwardly holding another battery so that it barely connected with the inside of the bottom of the light socket, creating an even larger arc. Sparks were flying everywhere... With his other hand, he was holing up two pieces of metal to the arc. When I startled him, he dropped everything, stepped back., then calmly raised his glasses. When I (I am sure with the frustration showing in my voice) asked him what he thought he was doing, he calmly said that he remembered seeing an arc like that at Daddy's work, and that it made the metal pieces stick together... so he was going to stick some of his toys together!!! When I picked up the lamp, the battery and the toys, there were several problems. The battery was now fused to the inside of the lamp... and the toys were melted together... Tyler considered it to be the greatest success... even if our computer never quite functioned the same way again... The power people were back in our yard by days end to figure out what was wrong with the transformer and why they kept getting reports from our area... Well, we again thought we had explained enough to Tyler to satisfy his curiosity and he promised that he wouldn't weld anymore in his bedroom. As you may have guessed again, that wasn't the end of it... We had Lego motors that he plugged into the wall, little airplane motors that he modified with a couple paperclips to plug in... He was able to light up his flashlight with the wall socket until he exploded the bulb... Anyway, the power surges in the area continued, occasionally causing brownouts or causing the transformer to totally flip the local circuit, cutting all our neighbors power along with ours... I was glad that it lasted less than a year... Right around the time that Tyler switched to chemistry (using everything he could get his hands on in the house), the power company came out to swap out the transformer... They just couldn't seem to get the thing to work right... ~chuckles~ Since they couldn't diagnose the problem, we got a new one... and wouldn't you know that we haven't had any power problems since??? ~winks~ I guess they fixed the problem! ~trying to keep a straight face here~ Anyway, I just wanted to share my son's obsession, especially since outlets were suck a fascination with your son too. (by the way, my son could get past any contraption we put over the darn plugs... If nothing else, he would unscrew the cover (even a childproof one) off and gain direct access to the wires)... I am not sure chemistry was such an improvement, but at least the neighbors didn't have to deal with it... ~laughing~ Take care ~hugs~ Rabecca Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 06:55:11 -0000 Subject: Thinking " outside the box " Ok, my Daughter reminded me of this yesterday. When was three we lived in a mobile home. At that time he was crazy about sticking things where they did not belong. He just could not resist the electrical outlets and the last straw was the day that he tried to stick a fork in one. I bought the little plastic covers that day. A few days later I gave some raw spaghetti, he loved chewing on those. We had the front door open that day because it was hot. Later that day we left and when we got home I tried to unlock the front door but I could not get the key to fit. Upon closer inspection I realized that the lock was full of spaghetti. had inserted it over and over and broke it off evenly with the lock each time. My husband spent quite a long while fishing spaghetti sticks out of the door lock with tweezers. LOL s Mom Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 20, 2004 Report Share Posted February 20, 2004 , Our kids are so alike in soooo many ways... When Tyler was five, we basically hid from the eclectic company, who was continually trying to figure out what was tripping the transformer behind our house. ... It all started one day, in October, when Tyler checked a book out on electricity from the library. It talked about currents, directional flows, circuit breakers, and how it could be harnessed in batteries. Well, this really fascinated my son, who had a leggo kit with a little motor and two wires... a battery... some metal toys... Hmmmm... I bet you already know where I am going with this... His first experiment was taking a " D " battery out of a toy and the light bulb out of his reading light socket. He then dropped the battery into the socket (to see if he could recharge the battery), which created quite an arc, not to mention a power outage in our house. I thought the situation had been adequately explained and that we had gotten Tyler over the idea that a battery could be recharged in the light socket because it was a perfect fit (and talked about how he could have been burned, etc), but that didn't stop the fascination. Next, we had an area wide brown out. I couldn't figure out what was happening, but I ran down to Tyler's room. He had a pair of sun glasses on to protect his eyes, had my oven mitts on to protect his hands and arms, and was wearing a snowsuit. He was awkwardly holding another battery so that it barely connected with the inside of the bottom of the light socket, creating an even larger arc. Sparks were flying everywhere... With his other hand, he was holing up two pieces of metal to the arc. When I startled him, he dropped everything, stepped back., then calmly raised his glasses. When I (I am sure with the frustration showing in my voice) asked him what he thought he was doing, he calmly said that he remembered seeing an arc like that at Daddy's work, and that it made the metal pieces stick together... so he was going to stick some of his toys together!!! When I picked up the lamp, the battery and the toys, there were several problems. The battery was now fused to the inside of the lamp... and the toys were melted together... Tyler considered it to be the greatest success... even if our computer never quite functioned the same way again... The power people were back in our yard by days end to figure out what was wrong with the transformer and why they kept getting reports from our area... Well, we again thought we had explained enough to Tyler to satisfy his curiosity and he promised that he wouldn't weld anymore in his bedroom. As you may have guessed again, that wasn't the end of it... We had Lego motors that he plugged into the wall, little airplane motors that he modified with a couple paperclips to plug in... He was able to light up his flashlight with the wall socket until he exploded the bulb... Anyway, the power surges in the area continued, occasionally causing brownouts or causing the transformer to totally flip the local circuit, cutting all our neighbors power along with ours... I was glad that it lasted less than a year... Right around the time that Tyler switched to chemistry (using everything he could get his hands on in the house), the power company came out to swap out the transformer... They just couldn't seem to get the thing to work right... ~chuckles~ Since they couldn't diagnose the problem, we got a new one... and wouldn't you know that we haven't had any power problems since??? ~winks~ I guess they fixed the problem! ~trying to keep a straight face here~ Anyway, I just wanted to share my son's obsession, especially since outlets were suck a fascination with your son too. (by the way, my son could get past any contraption we put over the darn plugs... If nothing else, he would unscrew the cover (even a childproof one) off and gain direct access to the wires)... I am not sure chemistry was such an improvement, but at least the neighbors didn't have to deal with it... ~laughing~ Take care ~hugs~ Rabecca Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 06:55:11 -0000 Subject: Thinking " outside the box " Ok, my Daughter reminded me of this yesterday. When was three we lived in a mobile home. At that time he was crazy about sticking things where they did not belong. He just could not resist the electrical outlets and the last straw was the day that he tried to stick a fork in one. I bought the little plastic covers that day. A few days later I gave some raw spaghetti, he loved chewing on those. We had the front door open that day because it was hot. Later that day we left and when we got home I tried to unlock the front door but I could not get the key to fit. Upon closer inspection I realized that the lock was full of spaghetti. had inserted it over and over and broke it off evenly with the lock each time. My husband spent quite a long while fishing spaghetti sticks out of the door lock with tweezers. LOL s Mom Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 20, 2004 Report Share Posted February 20, 2004 , Wow... Death is a big subject, especially if it is coming up out of the blue... We really haven't had to explain the concept to Tyler... He seemed to have his own explination from the get-go... When he was little, he would talk to someone who wasn't there... The swing next to his often was moving as well... He played as if he weren't alone... whenever we would question him on this (from the time he learned how to speak)he always told us, with a very serious little face, that he was playing with his brother . Well, I did have a baby that died 11 months to the day before Tyler was born. His name was and he died of SIDS, but we didn't talk about it... It was just too painful... Yet, Tyler played with his " invisible brother " from the time he began being mobile. One month before Tyler was to turn 4, my mother died of cancer. She had been given six weeks to live, and she held on for seven. I did her Hospice care, and since I didn't have anywhere else for Tyler to go, he often traveled and stayed there with me. He and his cousin were in the room when my mom took her last breath. Both he and his two year old cousin seemed to see something that the rest of us couldn't see. Their eyes and heads tracked across the room, and then they began laughing, dancing, and hugging each other (yes... even Tyler, who wasn't overly demostrative with other kids/adults). When I ushered them out of the room, I asked Tyler why he did that. He said, " Mommy, didn't you see? Grandma became an angel! " Tyler never really grieved for my mom, though they were really close. He did miss her, and once brought me the phone and asked me to call God. When I asked why, he said that he wanted God to put Grandma on the phone because he wanted to tell her all about the neat spider he saw. At that point, I really had a hard time getting the point across that we couldn't " call " God. Finally, he piped up, " Oh... But why would God have an unlisted number? " Anyway, it was then that he finally realized that he wouldn't have " contact " with her again until he went to heaven... ~hugs~ Rabecca PS... I know that for years, when Tyler prayed, he would give God messages to pass on to Grandma... He used God as " Grandma's answering machine " for a long time... Now, he rarely mentions her in his oral prayers, but he still on occasion mentions her, and what he thinks she would think about what's going on if she were watching... > Rabecca, > > I am trying so hard not to just roar with laughter as I am at work right now > but that is just hilarious. > > Aren't these kids just great. I love all these stories. My son is also > fascinated by science right now and how things work, live and breathe. I > think tonight I am going to have to explain death to my son as his goldfish > isn't looking to healthy this morning. I told him he was asleep right now. > > Thanks for the great story and chuckle. > > in Ajax. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 20, 2004 Report Share Posted February 20, 2004 , Wow... Death is a big subject, especially if it is coming up out of the blue... We really haven't had to explain the concept to Tyler... He seemed to have his own explination from the get-go... When he was little, he would talk to someone who wasn't there... The swing next to his often was moving as well... He played as if he weren't alone... whenever we would question him on this (from the time he learned how to speak)he always told us, with a very serious little face, that he was playing with his brother . Well, I did have a baby that died 11 months to the day before Tyler was born. His name was and he died of SIDS, but we didn't talk about it... It was just too painful... Yet, Tyler played with his " invisible brother " from the time he began being mobile. One month before Tyler was to turn 4, my mother died of cancer. She had been given six weeks to live, and she held on for seven. I did her Hospice care, and since I didn't have anywhere else for Tyler to go, he often traveled and stayed there with me. He and his cousin were in the room when my mom took her last breath. Both he and his two year old cousin seemed to see something that the rest of us couldn't see. Their eyes and heads tracked across the room, and then they began laughing, dancing, and hugging each other (yes... even Tyler, who wasn't overly demostrative with other kids/adults). When I ushered them out of the room, I asked Tyler why he did that. He said, " Mommy, didn't you see? Grandma became an angel! " Tyler never really grieved for my mom, though they were really close. He did miss her, and once brought me the phone and asked me to call God. When I asked why, he said that he wanted God to put Grandma on the phone because he wanted to tell her all about the neat spider he saw. At that point, I really had a hard time getting the point across that we couldn't " call " God. Finally, he piped up, " Oh... But why would God have an unlisted number? " Anyway, it was then that he finally realized that he wouldn't have " contact " with her again until he went to heaven... ~hugs~ Rabecca PS... I know that for years, when Tyler prayed, he would give God messages to pass on to Grandma... He used God as " Grandma's answering machine " for a long time... Now, he rarely mentions her in his oral prayers, but he still on occasion mentions her, and what he thinks she would think about what's going on if she were watching... > Rabecca, > > I am trying so hard not to just roar with laughter as I am at work right now > but that is just hilarious. > > Aren't these kids just great. I love all these stories. My son is also > fascinated by science right now and how things work, live and breathe. I > think tonight I am going to have to explain death to my son as his goldfish > isn't looking to healthy this morning. I told him he was asleep right now. > > Thanks for the great story and chuckle. > > in Ajax. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 20, 2004 Report Share Posted February 20, 2004 , Wow your son his a special gift that very few people are willing to embrace. The subject has come up for Logan and his Dad is getting the brunt of it right now. I just spoke to him on the phone and told him that the fish decided he needed to rest and has decided to never wake up. Wasn't sure how to really tell him about death as he is only 5. The fish dying actually comes at a good time right now as my father in law is in hospital right now dying of cancer and by the conversation that I had with my sister in law today he has taken a turn for the worse. So I may have to explain death with a little more detail when the time comes. My son and his poppa are not close at all and I am sure he wouldn't really notice if he was gone because most of the time my son tells him to leave him alone and trys to get away from him. I guess he senses ssomething about him that doesn't sit well with him. My father in law is an alcholic so maybe my son realized that there was something there not to like. Either that or he feels it from my husband. I just don't know what to tell him. I was thinking of telling him what happened but then add that Poppa was also making room for his brother and sister to come into the world. I figure this would put a good twist to it. Anyways I better get heading home from work. I won't be on line next week as I don't have the internet at home and I am taking a well deserved week off from work. Take care everyone. Have a great weekend and week!! I look forward to coming back to more of those happy days stories. LOL in Ajax > >Reply-To: autism-aspergers >To: autism-aspergers >Subject: Re: Digest Number 1301 >Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 22:02:01 -0000 > >, > >Wow... Death is a big subject, especially if it is coming up out of >the blue... We really haven't had to explain the concept to Tyler... >He seemed to have his own explination from the get-go... When he was >little, he would talk to someone who wasn't there... The swing next >to his often was moving as well... He played as if he weren't >alone... whenever we would question him on this (from the time he >learned how to speak)he always told us, with a very serious little >face, that he was playing with his brother . Well, I did have a >baby that died 11 months to the day before Tyler was born. His name >was and he died of SIDS, but we didn't talk about it... It was >just too painful... Yet, Tyler played with his " invisible brother " >from the time he began being mobile. > >One month before Tyler was to turn 4, my mother died of cancer. She >had been given six weeks to live, and she held on for seven. I did >her Hospice care, and since I didn't have anywhere else for Tyler to >go, he often traveled and stayed there with me. He and his cousin >were in the room when my mom took her last breath. Both he and his >two year old cousin seemed to see something that the rest of us >couldn't see. Their eyes and heads tracked across the room, and then >they began laughing, dancing, and hugging each other (yes... even >Tyler, who wasn't overly demostrative with other kids/adults). When I >ushered them out of the room, I asked Tyler why he did that. He >said, " Mommy, didn't you see? Grandma became an angel! " > >Tyler never really grieved for my mom, though they were really close. >He did miss her, and once brought me the phone and asked me to call >God. When I asked why, he said that he wanted God to put Grandma on >the phone because he wanted to tell her all about the neat spider he >saw. At that point, I really had a hard time getting the point across >that we couldn't " call " God. Finally, he piped up, " Oh... But why >would God have an unlisted number? " Anyway, it was then that he >finally realized that he wouldn't have " contact " with her again until >he went to heaven... > >~hugs~ >Rabecca > >PS... I know that for years, when Tyler prayed, he would give God >messages to pass on to Grandma... He used God as " Grandma's answering >machine " for a long time... Now, he rarely mentions her in his oral >prayers, but he still on occasion mentions her, and what he thinks >she would think about what's going on if she were watching... > > > > Rabecca, > > > > I am trying so hard not to just roar with laughter as I am at work >right now > > but that is just hilarious. > > > > Aren't these kids just great. I love all these stories. My son is >also > > fascinated by science right now and how things work, live and >breathe. I > > think tonight I am going to have to explain death to my son as his >goldfish > > isn't looking to healthy this morning. I told him he was asleep >right now. > > > > Thanks for the great story and chuckle. > > > > in Ajax. > > _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 with e-mail virus protection service: 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus & pgmarket=en-ca & RU=http%3a%2f%2fjoin.msn\ ..com%2f%3fpage%3dmisc%2fspecialoffers%26pgmarket%3den-ca Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 20, 2004 Report Share Posted February 20, 2004 , Wow your son his a special gift that very few people are willing to embrace. The subject has come up for Logan and his Dad is getting the brunt of it right now. I just spoke to him on the phone and told him that the fish decided he needed to rest and has decided to never wake up. Wasn't sure how to really tell him about death as he is only 5. The fish dying actually comes at a good time right now as my father in law is in hospital right now dying of cancer and by the conversation that I had with my sister in law today he has taken a turn for the worse. So I may have to explain death with a little more detail when the time comes. My son and his poppa are not close at all and I am sure he wouldn't really notice if he was gone because most of the time my son tells him to leave him alone and trys to get away from him. I guess he senses ssomething about him that doesn't sit well with him. My father in law is an alcholic so maybe my son realized that there was something there not to like. Either that or he feels it from my husband. I just don't know what to tell him. I was thinking of telling him what happened but then add that Poppa was also making room for his brother and sister to come into the world. I figure this would put a good twist to it. Anyways I better get heading home from work. I won't be on line next week as I don't have the internet at home and I am taking a well deserved week off from work. Take care everyone. Have a great weekend and week!! I look forward to coming back to more of those happy days stories. LOL in Ajax > >Reply-To: autism-aspergers >To: autism-aspergers >Subject: Re: Digest Number 1301 >Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 22:02:01 -0000 > >, > >Wow... Death is a big subject, especially if it is coming up out of >the blue... We really haven't had to explain the concept to Tyler... >He seemed to have his own explination from the get-go... When he was >little, he would talk to someone who wasn't there... The swing next >to his often was moving as well... He played as if he weren't >alone... whenever we would question him on this (from the time he >learned how to speak)he always told us, with a very serious little >face, that he was playing with his brother . Well, I did have a >baby that died 11 months to the day before Tyler was born. His name >was and he died of SIDS, but we didn't talk about it... It was >just too painful... Yet, Tyler played with his " invisible brother " >from the time he began being mobile. > >One month before Tyler was to turn 4, my mother died of cancer. She >had been given six weeks to live, and she held on for seven. I did >her Hospice care, and since I didn't have anywhere else for Tyler to >go, he often traveled and stayed there with me. He and his cousin >were in the room when my mom took her last breath. Both he and his >two year old cousin seemed to see something that the rest of us >couldn't see. Their eyes and heads tracked across the room, and then >they began laughing, dancing, and hugging each other (yes... even >Tyler, who wasn't overly demostrative with other kids/adults). When I >ushered them out of the room, I asked Tyler why he did that. He >said, " Mommy, didn't you see? Grandma became an angel! " > >Tyler never really grieved for my mom, though they were really close. >He did miss her, and once brought me the phone and asked me to call >God. When I asked why, he said that he wanted God to put Grandma on >the phone because he wanted to tell her all about the neat spider he >saw. At that point, I really had a hard time getting the point across >that we couldn't " call " God. Finally, he piped up, " Oh... But why >would God have an unlisted number? " Anyway, it was then that he >finally realized that he wouldn't have " contact " with her again until >he went to heaven... > >~hugs~ >Rabecca > >PS... I know that for years, when Tyler prayed, he would give God >messages to pass on to Grandma... He used God as " Grandma's answering >machine " for a long time... Now, he rarely mentions her in his oral >prayers, but he still on occasion mentions her, and what he thinks >she would think about what's going on if she were watching... > > > > Rabecca, > > > > I am trying so hard not to just roar with laughter as I am at work >right now > > but that is just hilarious. > > > > Aren't these kids just great. I love all these stories. My son is >also > > fascinated by science right now and how things work, live and >breathe. I > > think tonight I am going to have to explain death to my son as his >goldfish > > isn't looking to healthy this morning. I told him he was asleep >right now. > > > > Thanks for the great story and chuckle. > > > > in Ajax. > > _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 with e-mail virus protection service: 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus & pgmarket=en-ca & RU=http%3a%2f%2fjoin.msn\ ..com%2f%3fpage%3dmisc%2fspecialoffers%26pgmarket%3den-ca Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 21, 2004 Report Share Posted February 21, 2004 Rabecca, I laughed and laughed when I read this and I even read it to and he got hysterical. He made me promise to tell you the " lamp " story. I wasn't going to tell this one as I have always felt guilty over it but I think I can now. When was three we lived in a two bedroom mobile home. and his sister shared the same very tiny bedroom. was 8 at the time and could not sleep in the dark so we always left the lamp on during the night. It had a very small 15 watt light bulb and sat on the dresser. I couldn't use a regular wall night light cause I knew would be all over it. He was still sleeping in a crib then (the room was way too tiny for two beds) but he had managed to kick out one of the slats. He had a very neat escape hatch that he used when he thought he would not get caught. (His sister always tattled on him and he never got that connection). At that time he was a " climber " and loved to scale anything, (including the portable dishwasher but that's another story). One evening when I was getting the kids ready for bed the light burned out and I removed the bulb, turned the lamp off but I left it plugged in. The kids were both in bed and I went to find a new bulb. climbed out of his crib and climbed up on the dresser, there he found a penny and a nickel. He put the penny and the nickel in the light socket and then his thumb. Then he turned the lamp on. I heard a loud bang and went running in there. He was on his sister's bed with a stunned look on his face. The lamp was smoking and his sister was crying. He had a burn on his thumb but never did cry, his sister told me that when he turned the lamp on he went flying off the dresser and landed on her bed. I looked in the socket and it was black, the penny and nickel were fused together and the lamp was toast. It really scared the hell out of me and I never did understand why he wasn't more seriously hurt. We laugh about the incidence now but I was really freaked out that night. LOL > , > > Our kids are so alike in soooo many ways... When Tyler was five, we > basically hid from the eclectic company, who was continually trying to > figure out what was tripping the transformer behind our house. ... > It all started one day, in October, when Tyler checked a book out on > electricity from the library. It talked about currents, directional flows, > circuit breakers, and how it could be harnessed in batteries. Well, this > really fascinated my son, who had a leggo kit with a little motor and two > wires... a battery... some metal toys... Hmmmm... I bet you already know > where I am going with this... His first experiment was taking a " D " battery > out of a toy and the light bulb out of his reading light socket. He then > dropped the battery into the socket (to see if he could recharge the > battery), which created quite an arc, not to mention a power outage in our > house. I thought the situation had been adequately explained and that we had > gotten Tyler over the idea that a battery could be recharged in the light > socket because it was a perfect fit (and talked about how he could have been > burned, etc), but that didn't stop the fascination. Next, we had an area > wide brown out. I couldn't figure out what was happening, but I ran down to > Tyler's room. He had a pair of sun glasses on to protect his eyes, had my > oven mitts on to protect his hands and arms, and was wearing a snowsuit. He > was awkwardly holding another battery so that it barely connected with the > inside of the bottom of the light socket, creating an even larger arc. > Sparks were flying everywhere... With his other hand, he was holing up two > pieces of metal to the arc. When I startled him, he dropped everything, > stepped back., then calmly raised his glasses. When I (I am sure with the > frustration showing in my voice) asked him what he thought he was doing, he > calmly said that he remembered seeing an arc like that at Daddy's work, and > that it made the metal pieces stick together... so he was going to stick > some of his toys together!!! When I picked up the lamp, the battery and the > toys, there were several problems. The battery was now fused to the inside > of the lamp... and the toys were melted together... Tyler considered it to > be the greatest success... even if our computer never quite functioned the > same way again... The power people were back in our yard by days end to > figure out what was wrong with the transformer and why they kept getting > reports from our area... Well, we again thought we had explained enough to > Tyler to satisfy his curiosity and he promised that he wouldn't weld anymore > in his bedroom. As you may have guessed again, that wasn't the end of it... > We had Lego motors that he plugged into the wall, little airplane motors > that he modified with a couple paperclips to plug in... He was able to light > up his flashlight with the wall socket until he exploded the bulb... Anyway, > the power surges in the area continued, occasionally causing brownouts or > causing the transformer to totally flip the local circuit, cutting all our > neighbors power along with ours... I was glad that it lasted less than a > year... Right around the time that Tyler switched to chemistry (using > everything he could get his hands on in the house), the power company came > out to swap out the transformer... They just couldn't seem to get the thing > to work right... ~chuckles~ Since they couldn't diagnose the problem, we got > a new one... and wouldn't you know that we haven't had any power problems > since??? ~winks~ I guess they fixed the problem! ~trying to keep a straight > face here~ > > Anyway, I just wanted to share my son's obsession, especially since outlets > were suck a fascination with your son too. (by the way, my son could get > past any contraption we put over the darn plugs... If nothing else, he would > unscrew the cover (even a childproof one) off and gain direct access to the > wires)... I am not sure chemistry was such an improvement, but at least the > neighbors didn't have to deal with it... ~laughing~ > > Take care > ~hugs~ > Rabecca > > > Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 06:55:11 -0000 > From: " twolittlewags " <help@l...> > Subject: Thinking " outside the box " > > Ok, my Daughter reminded me of this yesterday. When was three > we lived in a mobile home. At that time he was crazy about sticking > things where they did not belong. He just could not resist the > electrical outlets and the last straw was the day that he tried to > stick a fork in one. I bought the little plastic covers that day. > > A few days later I gave some raw spaghetti, he loved chewing on > those. We had the front door open that day because it was hot. > > Later that day we left and when we got home I tried to unlock the > front door but I could not get the key to fit. Upon closer > inspection I realized that the lock was full of spaghetti. had > inserted it over and over and broke it off evenly with the lock each > time. > > My husband spent quite a long while fishing spaghetti sticks out of > the door lock with tweezers. LOL > > > s Mom Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 21, 2004 Report Share Posted February 21, 2004 Rabecca, I laughed and laughed when I read this and I even read it to and he got hysterical. He made me promise to tell you the " lamp " story. I wasn't going to tell this one as I have always felt guilty over it but I think I can now. When was three we lived in a two bedroom mobile home. and his sister shared the same very tiny bedroom. was 8 at the time and could not sleep in the dark so we always left the lamp on during the night. It had a very small 15 watt light bulb and sat on the dresser. I couldn't use a regular wall night light cause I knew would be all over it. He was still sleeping in a crib then (the room was way too tiny for two beds) but he had managed to kick out one of the slats. He had a very neat escape hatch that he used when he thought he would not get caught. (His sister always tattled on him and he never got that connection). At that time he was a " climber " and loved to scale anything, (including the portable dishwasher but that's another story). One evening when I was getting the kids ready for bed the light burned out and I removed the bulb, turned the lamp off but I left it plugged in. The kids were both in bed and I went to find a new bulb. climbed out of his crib and climbed up on the dresser, there he found a penny and a nickel. He put the penny and the nickel in the light socket and then his thumb. Then he turned the lamp on. I heard a loud bang and went running in there. He was on his sister's bed with a stunned look on his face. The lamp was smoking and his sister was crying. He had a burn on his thumb but never did cry, his sister told me that when he turned the lamp on he went flying off the dresser and landed on her bed. I looked in the socket and it was black, the penny and nickel were fused together and the lamp was toast. It really scared the hell out of me and I never did understand why he wasn't more seriously hurt. We laugh about the incidence now but I was really freaked out that night. LOL > , > > Our kids are so alike in soooo many ways... When Tyler was five, we > basically hid from the eclectic company, who was continually trying to > figure out what was tripping the transformer behind our house. ... > It all started one day, in October, when Tyler checked a book out on > electricity from the library. It talked about currents, directional flows, > circuit breakers, and how it could be harnessed in batteries. Well, this > really fascinated my son, who had a leggo kit with a little motor and two > wires... a battery... some metal toys... Hmmmm... I bet you already know > where I am going with this... His first experiment was taking a " D " battery > out of a toy and the light bulb out of his reading light socket. He then > dropped the battery into the socket (to see if he could recharge the > battery), which created quite an arc, not to mention a power outage in our > house. I thought the situation had been adequately explained and that we had > gotten Tyler over the idea that a battery could be recharged in the light > socket because it was a perfect fit (and talked about how he could have been > burned, etc), but that didn't stop the fascination. Next, we had an area > wide brown out. I couldn't figure out what was happening, but I ran down to > Tyler's room. He had a pair of sun glasses on to protect his eyes, had my > oven mitts on to protect his hands and arms, and was wearing a snowsuit. He > was awkwardly holding another battery so that it barely connected with the > inside of the bottom of the light socket, creating an even larger arc. > Sparks were flying everywhere... With his other hand, he was holing up two > pieces of metal to the arc. When I startled him, he dropped everything, > stepped back., then calmly raised his glasses. When I (I am sure with the > frustration showing in my voice) asked him what he thought he was doing, he > calmly said that he remembered seeing an arc like that at Daddy's work, and > that it made the metal pieces stick together... so he was going to stick > some of his toys together!!! When I picked up the lamp, the battery and the > toys, there were several problems. The battery was now fused to the inside > of the lamp... and the toys were melted together... Tyler considered it to > be the greatest success... even if our computer never quite functioned the > same way again... The power people were back in our yard by days end to > figure out what was wrong with the transformer and why they kept getting > reports from our area... Well, we again thought we had explained enough to > Tyler to satisfy his curiosity and he promised that he wouldn't weld anymore > in his bedroom. As you may have guessed again, that wasn't the end of it... > We had Lego motors that he plugged into the wall, little airplane motors > that he modified with a couple paperclips to plug in... He was able to light > up his flashlight with the wall socket until he exploded the bulb... Anyway, > the power surges in the area continued, occasionally causing brownouts or > causing the transformer to totally flip the local circuit, cutting all our > neighbors power along with ours... I was glad that it lasted less than a > year... Right around the time that Tyler switched to chemistry (using > everything he could get his hands on in the house), the power company came > out to swap out the transformer... They just couldn't seem to get the thing > to work right... ~chuckles~ Since they couldn't diagnose the problem, we got > a new one... and wouldn't you know that we haven't had any power problems > since??? ~winks~ I guess they fixed the problem! ~trying to keep a straight > face here~ > > Anyway, I just wanted to share my son's obsession, especially since outlets > were suck a fascination with your son too. (by the way, my son could get > past any contraption we put over the darn plugs... If nothing else, he would > unscrew the cover (even a childproof one) off and gain direct access to the > wires)... I am not sure chemistry was such an improvement, but at least the > neighbors didn't have to deal with it... ~laughing~ > > Take care > ~hugs~ > Rabecca > > > Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 06:55:11 -0000 > From: " twolittlewags " <help@l...> > Subject: Thinking " outside the box " > > Ok, my Daughter reminded me of this yesterday. When was three > we lived in a mobile home. At that time he was crazy about sticking > things where they did not belong. He just could not resist the > electrical outlets and the last straw was the day that he tried to > stick a fork in one. I bought the little plastic covers that day. > > A few days later I gave some raw spaghetti, he loved chewing on > those. We had the front door open that day because it was hot. > > Later that day we left and when we got home I tried to unlock the > front door but I could not get the key to fit. Upon closer > inspection I realized that the lock was full of spaghetti. had > inserted it over and over and broke it off evenly with the lock each > time. > > My husband spent quite a long while fishing spaghetti sticks out of > the door lock with tweezers. LOL > > > s Mom Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 21, 2004 Report Share Posted February 21, 2004 Rabecca, Wow, now I'm beginning to be amazed at just how similar our sons are. had an imaginary friend for a very long time. His name was " Jack " and it was spooky the way he talked about Jack. I asked questions about Jack out of curiosity, thinking that this friend would be a little boy like . Instead, Jack was a grown man according to . He told me several times that I sat on Jack and he was very concerned for Jack. This lasted for a couple of years, and then finally one day told me that Jack moved to New York City. There were several times that I thought this was extremely bizarre and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end! s Mom > > Rabecca, > > > > I am trying so hard not to just roar with laughter as I am at work > right now > > but that is just hilarious. > > > > Aren't these kids just great. I love all these stories. My son is > also > > fascinated by science right now and how things work, live and > breathe. I > > think tonight I am going to have to explain death to my son as his > goldfish > > isn't looking to healthy this morning. I told him he was asleep > right now. > > > > Thanks for the great story and chuckle. > > > > in Ajax. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 21, 2004 Report Share Posted February 21, 2004 Rabecca, Wow, now I'm beginning to be amazed at just how similar our sons are. had an imaginary friend for a very long time. His name was " Jack " and it was spooky the way he talked about Jack. I asked questions about Jack out of curiosity, thinking that this friend would be a little boy like . Instead, Jack was a grown man according to . He told me several times that I sat on Jack and he was very concerned for Jack. This lasted for a couple of years, and then finally one day told me that Jack moved to New York City. There were several times that I thought this was extremely bizarre and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end! s Mom > > Rabecca, > > > > I am trying so hard not to just roar with laughter as I am at work > right now > > but that is just hilarious. > > > > Aren't these kids just great. I love all these stories. My son is > also > > fascinated by science right now and how things work, live and > breathe. I > > think tonight I am going to have to explain death to my son as his > goldfish > > isn't looking to healthy this morning. I told him he was asleep > right now. > > > > Thanks for the great story and chuckle. > > > > in Ajax. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 9, 2006 Report Share Posted January 9, 2006 Good day All! Hi , Unfortunately I have no choice in what doctors I may see, I'm in NW LA and on Medicaid, LSUHSC is it. So, this puts me in a bad place, having to do all the research and then fighting my doctors just to get them to do what they should be doing. I'm totally off my pain meds and in misery but despite the state law saying chronic pain sufferers have a legal right to appropiate pain meds, it is not enforced at all. The medical community's response? NO good doctors take Medicaid patients and NONE of the pain clinics. While I have excellent rapport with my liver doc as compared to my other docs, at least he takes the time and calls me back and talks at length with me, he still missed the mark while I was on tx. e.g. the common diabetes affect and my saliva glands completely quit working, I got thrush (no one would test me for it), burning mouth syndrome and I got painful ulcerating sores on the cracks of my mouth. No one told me about artificial saliva, (yes, I told my liv doc but no response other than that was part of the tx) until tx was almost over and I spoke to one of my pharmicists, voila, fake saliva by Orajel (sp). I'm going to write my state senator about the deplorable state of medical care for Medicaid recipients but doubt it will help me or anybody else for that matter. Right now I'm waiting for my new printer to here as I am preparing a statement of how bad my quality of life is and a itemized list of my symptoms and exact dxs. I'm going to go to the hospital administration but expect little if anything to be done. In fact, it may bsacklash on me, but what choice do I have? This hospital's response to malpractice is poor. And malpractice is what I feel this is. I couild get an attorney but what doctor would I see then? That's why monoply is supposedly outlawed. But there is a monoply here in corrupt Louisiana. Small wonder my fight against depression seems to be a losing battle. This is why I'm reaching out to you all. ANY positive support will be a boon for me as I'm running under my own diminishing steam. Anyway, thanks for letting me vent, it helps. Jackie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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