<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292303388011479428</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:40:28.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omaha Asperger's Parent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omahaaspergersparent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292303388011479428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omahaaspergersparent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David Tarvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09538719901681680664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292303388011479428.post-8072949975162953119</id><published>2007-02-24T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T17:17:14.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Meltdown</title><content type='html'>Tonight, my mother-in-law brought dinner.  Our oldest was expecting Sonic, but Nanni brought Burger King instead.  He got upset, called her stupid and told her to go back and get him Sonic.  My wife tried sending him to his room, but he refused to go.  She finally just let him eat.  Then, while in the kitchen, he spilled his chicken nuggets onto a chair.   He started screaming that he needs a new dinner and started going "WAAAAA."  I don't mean crying - I mean he screamed WAAAA like a person would do if they were making fun of someone crying.  Of course, he did also cry.  It was a combination of yelling, waaaing and crying.  I tried to talk to him, but he said all he cared about was his lunch and dinner.  He asked my wife if, when he was done, would she feed him even more nuggets and onion rings.  He also kept telling me not to look at him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292303388011479428-8072949975162953119?l=omahaaspergersparent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omahaaspergersparent.blogspot.com/feeds/8072949975162953119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292303388011479428&amp;postID=8072949975162953119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292303388011479428/posts/default/8072949975162953119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292303388011479428/posts/default/8072949975162953119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omahaaspergersparent.blogspot.com/2007/02/dinner-meltdown.html' title='Dinner Meltdown'/><author><name>David Tarvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09538719901681680664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292303388011479428.post-5853805442271394859</id><published>2007-02-24T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T17:11:55.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>The purpose of this blog is to document my experiences with my son's Asperger's.  My son is almost 9 years old and is homeschooled.  My wife and I have four other children besides our oldest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292303388011479428-5853805442271394859?l=omahaaspergersparent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omahaaspergersparent.blogspot.com/feeds/5853805442271394859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292303388011479428&amp;postID=5853805442271394859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292303388011479428/posts/default/5853805442271394859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292303388011479428/posts/default/5853805442271394859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omahaaspergersparent.blogspot.com/2007/02/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>David Tarvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09538719901681680664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
