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Googling

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Hello Kitty

Hello Kitty (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Given that we’re a blogging family, (yes, Spectrummy Daddy blogs too, and you can read his side of the story >here<) and I’ve written not one, but two posts about Google, it is only natural that sooner or later our kids would get in on the act.  Pudding has learned to google.

We’re in the throes of some pretty cool development here in Spectrummy house.  Our girl is doing very well at the moment, in lots of different ways.  I’ll get around to telling you about it.

First things first: googling.  I have to say, by the way, I kind of love how I get autocorrected all the time for my British spellings, but the dictionary has no qualms with “googling.”  Not bad, Google.  I mean, you don’t go around altavistaing, do you?

You know what is hard to google?  Google.  It just brings you back around in circles.  Kind of reminds me of conversations with Pudding.  Or my own thought processes.  Where was I?

Oh yes, google.

I was trying to type a post for you the other day, when Pudding came up to the computer and told me, “You want Hello Kitty.”  Sometimes it is hard to know if she is inverting her pronouns, or trying some kind of hypnotism on me.  I believe either to be equally possible.

So I told her that if she wanted Hello Kitty, she’d have to do it herself.  She knows how to write the words, but writing is a struggle with her fine motor delays.  I thought I’d introduce her to typing as an alternative way of writing words.

So she typed “hello” and I showed her that she must press the space bar between words, and then she typed “kitty” and I showed her the return key.  And as soon as I let her hit that key, I realized my mistake.  Because now she can do it without help.  Which means that we’ll have to password protect the computer or reinvent the internet without stuff unsuitable for five year-olds.  Yep.

Now, because Pudding was already handy with a mouse, she figured out google images, and her newest favourite thing to do is to click through these images describing them as, “Pudding’s Hello Kitty T-Shirt”, or “Pudding’s Hello Kitty toaster.”  It would be nice if there wasn’t also Hello Kitty tattoos, cars, and houses.  Yes, houses.  I guess Pudding’s decided on our next move, and I’m going to assume it is on a whole new continent.  I shouldn’t even worry about her struggling with chopsticks, because there are Hello Kitty training ones.

On the bright side, I haven’t yet encountered anything too inappropriate attached to the Sanrio brand.  In fact, I even saw Pudding googling other things today, like her school.  This is a whole new world that is opening up to her.  I just wish we were ready for the one that we’re already living in.  Still, if it all gets too much, and I don’t know what to do…I can always google for help.  It has worked out for us so far!

 

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August 18, 2012 at 8:28 pm

Adventures with Hello Kitty

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When you are first freaking out about autism, and reading lots of books that freak you out even further, you learn that special interests are very obscure.  Your child will be set up for a world of mockery and ridicule because they have opted to become the world’s expert on stick insects or timothy grass.  You waste some of your worry hours on the fact that you hate insects and are allergic to timothy grass, but Pudding has saved me from this ordeal.  She saved me from a lot of ordeals, actually, by being the exact same child she was before her diagnosis.

Still, Pudding has the most typical special interests of any autist I’ve ever heard of.  For the last 18 months of her life, we’ve been living with Hello Kitty.  Nothing unusual about that for a five-year-old girl.  And lucky for us as a foreign service family, she has opted for a special interest that is about as global as it gets.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not above begging for someone in Taiwan to send me something through the pouch, but it really is unnecessary.  I can’t think of anything she’d want that she couldn’t get here.  Well, apart from perhaps the Hello Kitty airline, or wine (because who doesn’t want their 5 year-old to be an alcoholic?).

A friend emailed me a couple of weeks ago with some game-changing information: a Hello Kitty store had opened at one of the malls in Johannesburg.  An entire shop.  Of Hello Kitty.  Oh my.

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Lady, if you go around wearing a Hello Kitty apron, you’re just asking for it!

We didn’t really need a store.  You see Pudding has Hello Kitty stuffed animals (including one that repeats everything she says!), board games and plastic toys.  She has t-shirts, sweaters, leggings, nightgowns, swimsuits, lunch boxes, flasks, a variety of bags, hair accessories, and hats.  I’m sure there is more that has slipped my mind.

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While she is wearing Hello Kitty and playing with Hello Kitty, she can watch her Hello Kitty DVD.  As far as special interests go, we’re lucky that she picked a brand that is truly global.  Imagine the trauma of moving your child away from her special interest every tour?

When we go to our local mall (which Pudding loves, but isn’t the one with the new store) we have a few points where we “check-in” with Hello Kitty.  There is the store that sells Hello Kitty jewelry that we look at, and another that sells bags and accessories.  There is the Build-A-Bear shop that features a Hello Kitty which we’ve somehow managed to avoid, and Woolworths selling Hello Kitty chocolate and party supplies.

I kept the Hello Kitty store secret, knowing full well that if she knew it, she would forever more only want to go there.

But after meeting Phineas and Ferb, it was her turn.  We didn’t tell her that was where we were going.  I’d aimed to take photographs of the utter delight on her face, but as soon as Pudding saw the shop she put the hyper in hyperactive and raced in ahead of me.

Fortunately for their sakes, most of the delicate items were behind locked glass, so Pudding contented herself with touching the shop assistants Hello Kitty apron until I rescued her.  I knew there would be no getting her away from what must now be The Best Place In The World without actually buying her something.  They didn’t have the bento box that Pudding has recently become obsessed with on YouTube, but they did have an egg shaper, which I bought to celebrate the fact that Pudding is no longer allergic to eggs.

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Good luck gettting me out of here.

We also bought a plastic cup, figuring that it would last longer than the day she had a Hello Kitty china mug.  It didn’t even make it that long.  Any suggestions for what to do with a broken plastic cup?  maybe storing her paintbrushes to combine another special interest of hers.

Still, nothing lasts in this world, and that is a lesson for all of us.  Including that feeling that I’d treated the children fairly- Cubby began demanding equal treatment until we caved in and got him a Captain America car.  Ping-pong, you see?

And all of this rampant consumerism explains why it is necessary for me to return to work.  I’m quite looking forward to it- as long as it doesn’t get too much in the way of my special interests.

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July 10, 2012 at 10:35 am