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Bunny Communication

9 Sep

Bunny is not in the mood for your shenanigans.  
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I have been enjoying the company of my two lovely rabbits for the past year and a half and my only regret is that I didn’t take the leap (take the hop?) sooner.

Their intelligence and their willingness (and patience) in communicating is endlessly fascinating.  Their gentleness (and occasional ruthlessness) and resourcefulness is a joy to experience and a reminder to keep my mind open and aware, always (whether in motion or in stillness).

Too many dispose of their pet buns because they have unrealistic expectations about bunny behavior, the responsibilities of keeping a rabbit, and too many declare bunnies to be boring or not interactive enough or too timid/scared/defensive (usually because the pet has been outside in a hutch or neglected in a too small cage.  READ MORE from Rabbit.org and check out the video below from Howcast, featuring bunny mama Amy Sedaris and Mary E. Cotter.  The video does have a typewritten transcript, if you scroll down and click “show more” just below the video, when viewing it on youtube.com).

 

Here are a couple of my favorite resources on the language of the House Rabbit:

Rabbit Language (or “Are you going to eat that?”)

and

The Language of Lagomorphs 

If you have any anecdotes about your pet bunny/bunnies communicating with you, please share them in the comments.  I will be sharing a few of my experiences, with Frank and Otis, when I can (including video and still images).

Frank is picking up and dropping their salad dish on the tile floor.  At least this particular message doesn’t involve bunny pee (thankfully that is a rarity since I had Otis spayed and since I figured out that they were strategically urinating in spots that required opening their pen door as I couldn’t reach the puddles without, which allowed them an opportunity to escape and binky like mad throughout the apartment, as though laughing at me.  As though.  Because they were laughing at me.  After the second time, I figured it out.  They are now contriving newer, sneakier levels of “trick the humans”. What can I say?  I was new to the whole bunny thing, and that was my big wake up call that I was dealing with individuals more clever than I had ever imagined.).

 

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(Frank and Otis. Plotting.) 

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Derailure to Communicate.

27 Feb

Interrobang!?*

Pardon my puntification.

Sorry.  I just couldn’t stop.

I’m all done now.  Let’s carry on as though that didn’t happen.  Thank you.

I know a few folks who seem to be experts in this sort of derailing, and sometimes it can be difficult to determine if they are being unintentional asshats, are just not savvy in the realm of interpersonal communications, are intentionally gaslighting you (link to a fantastic piece on The Good Men Project), or are disordered something-paths or narcissists that only dwell in their own little realm of precision asshattery (or assmillinery.  Yes, I know a few that not only make their own hats but they trim, bedazzle, bejewel, and embroider their asshats to dazzle and confuse unsuspecting people trying to communicate and generally live with them.)

This is a fantastic piece that came to my attention, awhile back, courtesy of The Perorations of Lady Bracknell.  I am sharing this version, as it originally appeared and now, thankfully, appears on Bird Of Paradox.  The website, Derailing For Dummies, is back online, but I can’t seem to find this particular piece native on their site/blog.

I hope it brings some clarity and awareness of communication etiquette, be it your own or that of someone who is a serial derailor (derailetor?).

Even the most adept communicator can benefit from this gem.

Here’s the link:

Derailing For Dummies (reconstructed from Google Cache, by BirdOfParadox.Wordpress.com)

Cheers,

B.

*Stylized Interrobang ink by Matt Lackey at Howl Gallery Fort Myers, Florida.  I’ve had this for over a year.  I like the versatility of the interrobang.  I also have an asterisk to tell folks that there is more to my story.

Rubik’s Confusion

27 Sep

Rubik’s Confusion

Originally uploaded by CleverGirlBek

Finished the language and speech part of kiddo’s evaluation with the county folks…

Turns out he’s on the upper end of the average range or above it on all things.

Except one.

In receptive language he is severely impaired.

While we had a bunch of work to do before this, now we can focus a little, but I feel like we are snowed in and a little panicked…

Even though this isn’t really news to us. I mean, the term “receptive language” and all of the other language stuff is, well, like a foreign language to me. We knew something was going on, we still don’t know what, but at least we have some validation to our observations which is little comfort, but at the same time, I am forever second guessing myself in a way that I’m going backwards from acceptance and I’m trying to reach for denial with all of my might so maybe I can just curl up with kiddo there and pretend everything is 80’s sitcom normal. But I never get there. And I’m really tired. We could all use the break. But there are no breaks in sight…

So the eval (we haven’t had our formal review yet) was on Thursday and on Friday I came home from a pharmacy run and boy told me a story. Then he told me another one. My little boy stood there and very slowly and meticulously told me something that happened in his day. There was a beginning, a middle, and an end.

He is five.

He told me that he came home and there was a box from amazon.com on the chair. He told me that he looked inside and it was empty. He told me the box didn’t belong on the chair. He told me that he brought the box to the recycling bin. He told me that with Daddy’s help they smashed up the box and put it in the recycling bin.

It was the most gripping account of anything I have ever heard in my entire life.

My little guy doesn’t tell stories. He doesn’t have conversations where he is an active participant in the dance that is a conversation. He blurts stuff. He collects facts. He runs into the room and announces that “The big radio at Target looks like a face” and runs out… He is random yet structured in every part of his life. He does not tell stories. He does not answer questions.

Later that evening I was snuggling with him in the big bed before story time. I asked him about school and the other kids. He has been having a hard time. I asked him why he couldn’t finish his lessons in class today (according to his teacher via my husband).

I expected nothing, except perhaps a change of subject. Lately, his obsession is smoke alarms and fire sprinkler systems, so I was expecting the step by step run down of the sprinkler trigger mechanism.

Instead, he told me- slowly and step by step – that one of the younger kids came over and took his blue colored pencil and broke it so he could not do his lesson.

I was floored.

I asked him if he told the teacher and he said no.

We talked about what to do next time something like that happens.

Of course, from what I know of the way his brain works, the solution we discussed can and will only apply to the very same situation, with the very same child, and the very same lesson, and the very same blue pencil. He is very literal and rigid about these things.

But he told me, and we talked about it.

Today everything was back to the usual. The three of us are just so shell shocked with everything in our lives that we were all pinging off the walls and irritating each other.

But that one glimpse of his problem solving with the box, and what happened at school, are gifts I will not squander, for their rarity is unparalled.

Hopefully, when the rhythm of school begins again in the new week, we’ll be able to have more of these talks.

I don’t think he is understanding it yet, but I think he is working on memorizing conversational and story patterns…If that is the case, I can get that little glimpse into his school day, that may help him more than anything else…

And, faithful reader, if you have read this far, you are probably wondering about the picture…

Hubby was taking a picture of kiddo with his new Rubik’s Cube (he can’t mix up the colors, it will put him over the edge and if he finds out the stickers come off none of us will ever sleep again….) and told him to hold the cube in his hand…

So he is holding the cube in his hand….

Leaps and bounds….

5 Mar

Just a quickie… Doing research on Alex’s thing… Going to docs appointments… Alex came home today with bruises on his knees and shins.Bruises!I couldn’t be happier!As we pulled into a space at school, this morning,  so I could walk him to his classroom  he pointed (accurately! this is new!) at the big slide. His nemesis.  And announced that the big slide is the one he went down at school the previous day (I assumed he went down the small one- which is still a pretty big accomplishment)  He ran around and fell and got banged up today.  Like the other kids. All of a sudden, and it is sudden-since the weekend- he is doing so many amazing things he didn’t do before…  He is working on self-regulation of the things he does in endless repetition- no prompting or assistance from us- he picks a number on the microwave clock for when he will stop doing whatever he is doing (running around the kitchen island with a pinwheel a million times…I’ve seen him do it until he was so exhausted I had to pick him up off of the kitchen floor and put him in bed…) and then he…. drumroll please…. stops. He STOPS!  He even got a bug bite at school today (although, depending on how you ask him, he was bit by a small mosquito, a tarantula, or a scorpion…. Any which way it’s a teensy little bite- and he wanted a bandaid for it- which he usually freaks out about… He asked for one. )….All of this is so huge and wonderful….I made him a label with the labelmaker that says “Mama loves Alex” and stuck it on the inside of the little fence thing that keeps him from rolling out of bed every night… He sounded it out this afternoon and turned to me and said “You love me”.  and once again I had to explain how silly mama cries when she is happy.(he has never been able to do the whole you/me thing….)Huge. Gigantic leaps.  

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