Some days my brain feels like it has been put in a blender at a very high speed. I hear my voice, I think I’m explaining what I’m trying to get across, but all I hear is screaming and The Little Einsteins talking about Mozart. Owen woke early but thankfully it was more like the Goldilocks and the Three Bears version -the “just right” early version. It was after five and I had been awake most of the night. These are the nights I keep myself up for one reason or another so I’m always thankful when he sleeps. He had his Saturday mission in full swing by the time he got to me and that was his tablet and for me to set a four-hour timer so he could go see grandma. The timer thing is starting to work but I want to make sure he understands that it isn’t always four hours. We’ll get there. Everything old is new again. The lights are now part of his daily dance of moving from one room to another. The only lights that can be left on are in his bedroom and the bathroom. I need some kind of scientific experiment to explain what makes them fine. I am not sure which combination it would be. Location, product, room, natural light, and the list can go on and on. When I turn the lights back on it lasts for a few minutes until I walk out of the room again. He ate his breakfast quickly and was back to asking about Grandma. He said “grandma” more times than I could even begin to count. I try to explain that once he knows we are going he doesn’t have to say her name every few seconds. I work with him on sentences to say about going to see her and use his emotions to highlight and emphasize what we are doing. I know one day it will stick with him. After a while, it was finally time to go to Grandma’s house. He quickly did all the steps that I asked him to do which felt like a huge victory. As soon as we got in the car, he started giving me all the directions to Grandma’s house. He wants to go in a very specific ways, but I try to get him to understand that we can’t always go in exactly the same direction each time. He did great with grandma and then when I was coming to get him, he told grandma to order a pizza. That always seems to be his Saturday thing, but he wants chicken nuggets. We ate the pizza he wanted us to have and then we went to the park. He rode with Grandma so they could go get chicken nuggets and I rode to the park with the leftover pizza. They met me there and I went over once again with him if he could not pick up anything he found on the ground. This is a hard rule for him to follow but he said it back to me several times and we’ve been working on it at home. Within a few minutes, he picked up a leaf and put it on the side of the basketball court. I called him over to me and I told him that I had warned him if he picked up anything we would go home. He said, “no more pick up” and he went off to ride his bike. He didn’t pick up anything else but I really want him to understand how important this is for his safety. He had a great time and he listened when I told him we had to go home. He said goodbye to his grandma multiple times. I love their connection and I’m very thankful. When we got home, he ate the rest of his chicken nuggets and we had a pretty quiet evening. He was excited about going to church tomorrow and he knows that school starts Monday. A sense of relief washes over me knowing that he will be happy to have his routine back and with his beloved teacher. Each day there are challenges, but each day victories are fulfilled. Find your happiness, share it with the world, and know that you are important. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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Fridays are probably the hardest day of the week and especially hard during summer break. I was excited Owen slept until well after five. Every time I get up early or even in the middle of the night I wish I didn’t have creaky floors. I’m always thankful when I can be quiet in the mornings so he wakes up on his schedule, especially on Fridays. I know he is not going to want to do anything. Any and all suggestions are generally met with screaming or “no no no” with screaming. And if it’s not that he says, “grandma” all day, preparing for tomorrow. He clings to routine. It is hard to find summer activities that Owen wants to consistently do but he is at least wanting to go to more places than before. I found today to be very emotional. I tried to get him to drink some orange juice this morning. The thing is if Owen doesn’t want to do something mostly he is going to win the match one way or another. I was hoping he would drink some for the vitamin C. He was finally sounding better today but I want to boost his immunity. He has decided he no longer likes orange juice and when I told him he needed to drink it he decided to pour it on the floor right in front of me. There really wasn’t much that I could say or do at this point because he was spiraling into a meltdown as soon as he saw that there was orange juice all over him and the puddle on the floor. We breathed and got through it. I want him to understand he needs to tell me when he is not feeling well. He tells me some things that they don’t always reference how he feels. In general, he says the opposite of what he means or answers what he thinks he should answer. He doesn’t completely process when you ask him a question. I ask him “does your throat hurt” and he replied “yes.” “Does your throat not hurt” is how I worded it the second time and he replied “yes” again. I am trying to get him to understand he has to think about the question and see if he can answer but it’s still a learning process. He was walking around humming music by “Johand struess” with his tablet up to his ear like a boombox. He said, “Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart” almost flawlessly, and numerous other names. I am excited he should be starting his music therapy as soon as the paperwork is finished and they have a slot. We both grew today. He screamed at me a lot. I want him to understand we are a team and kindness and grace go a long way. He can’t process it all but it’s still hard. When he was getting ready for bed he started repeating words we say together and I knew he understood. I’m thankful he is feeling better and I know he is excited about seeing his grandma tomorrow. Part of how we grow is being told that we can grow. Don’t limit yourself before you see all the endless possibilities that are out there for you. Believe in yourself and the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
The happy dance was danced. I slept randomly last night but the important part is Owen slept until almost seven. So close to seven that it was pretty much seven. We had a big day ahead and a lot of adventures to undertake. He didn’t know about most of them until it was almost time to go because if I told him sooner it would be harder for him. This is where it’s technically harder for me because I want to tell him what we are doing so he will be excited about them but he can’t process it unless he can process it and the times I try to tell him early he focuses on it. He had a pretty calm morning and thankfully he didn’t sound as congested as yesterday so I’m hoping he is through his allergies or maybe the new medicine is working. We had to drop something off and then we were going to lunch and the park with our friends. The dropping off part is hard for him. He doesn’t understand that it doesn’t always mean I make a phone call or that we even get out of the car. We got to our destination and the person came to us to get the package they were taking for us. We talked for a couple minutes and Owen was interjecting every few moments. He was done with this and wanted to get moving on our lunch plans. He said, “I appreciate you goodbye see you later.” I understand how hard it is for him to process it all but I also try to get him to understand about manners and how we treat others. When we stopped at a red light he said “light broken” and at first I thought he meant because we had stopped but then I realized it was because the edge around the light was cracked. He amazes me all the time with how he looks at the world. We ate our lunch with our friends and then we went to the park. He didn’t ride his bike very much because he wanted to ride another little boy’s bike and he wanted to swing on the swings that already had people in them but he was having fun. After we left there we went to his therapy. He did great with both sessions even though he was a little hyper. On the way home he kept talking about Halloween and going trick or treating but when I told him that it was still a few months away he didn’t want me to talk about the months in between. The screaming is what gets me. He screams every time he hears something he doesn’t want to hear. I breathe. I asked him what he wanted to be for Halloween and he said, “Halloween character.” He wanted all the lights off when we got home. This is becoming a huge issue again for him. What is interesting to me is he wants no lights on but hates when the electricity is out. He gets very upset about it. One day he will be able to explain it to me and I will be thrilled to understand more. I’m thankful for my sweet baby O and the huge progress he is making. Today is your stepping stone to a bright tomorrow. Enjoy the sunshine of your life. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I figured it was a long shot that Owen would sleep all night since he went to bed so early but I needed the sleep too and wasn’t far behind him. Right before four this morning I heard “help.” It wasn’t panicked sounding so at first I thought it was in my sleep. It came again. It was still a very calm request for help but I was awake this time. I yelled out to him to see if he could tell me what was wrong. Sometimes he just wants the blanket pulled up or the request for his tablet comes from his bed. On his bed, there is a bedrail and a tent. The tent has a flap and he will pull it down and then he steps on the bedrail. He pulled the bedrail out further trying to fix the flap. Neither was broken and it was quick to fix but he knew he needed help and wanted it back to where it was. Four o’clock, that was that. We were morning people and he told me to set the timer. This is a process and he is learning. I’m thankful the timer is starting to mean something to him but it’s hard when it is four hours until the timer is going off. He was excited because he was going to grandma’s house today and he was ready to go. Bodily functions are never easy to talk about but they are something Owen needs to learn. He is starting to get it but he doesn’t know the technical terms of what his body does. It’s not so much that he has to get the names right but if he knows he burbs that will help him to realize what his body is doing and then he can tell me when he isn’t feeling well. I try to explain this to him but most of what he understands then translates into what he calls bubbles for everything. All of his body makes bubbles. It’s steps forward though and great progress. I could have easily gone back to sleep but he was on a mission for grandma’s. I think I could have a decade of sleep and still need more. He seemed like his sinuses were acting up more than they had the last couple of days. We got dressed and off to grandma’s we went so he could play with her “black computer.” It’s not even hooked up to the internet but he loves restarting it and changing the background. He is extremely fascinated by computers and their file structure. I’m trying to get him some computer classes soon. Computers are why he started requesting to go to the windows. They are literally the windows in the building but I have to imagine they remind him of the files and the Microsoft Windows. I left him there and drove around looking at places he might like to go. We have a new pool near us and I wanted to see what I thought about it before I took him. Some places are too busy and others create hard moments for us when there are things that might get in our way. He doesn’t want places with too many lines. He doesn’t understand it. I gave him several hours with grandma and then I brought our lunch. He had been eating all morning so he wasn’t very hungry for it. We stayed there for a couple more hours and we got to see some of our friends. When we came home we had to stop at a store but I knew they would bring our order out to us. It was all on the app so I didn’t have to make a phone call. He was very upset that I didn’t call anyone. He took his seatbelt off and told me he want to “phone robot BeatBo.” I found it all interesting since he is only now starting to like the phone at all. We got home and it was a pretty quiet night. I’m praying for an early bedtime and that he is feeling better tomorrow. I called his doctor today and we are going to try some new medicine. I cried at a gas pump because my brother isn’t here. It’s amazing when I cry now. I miss him and I’m thankful for the impact he made in my life. Owen’s smile and laugh remind me of my brother and Owen sure loved “uncle wichard.” Never give up on the victory of tomorrow. Through each challenge we face takes us to the victories that matter most. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Exhaustion doesn’t cover it today. I think last night was one of the hardest nights Owen has had in a very long time. He woke up right as I was falling asleep and from there it was one moment in time after another. He came to me wanting his tablet, screaming that it was time to go -to all the places he wanted to go, and that he wanted chocolate milk. Each and every break is hard. And then knowing he is going back to school soon to see his beloved teacher and has activities he wants to do is one more incredibly hard thing for him to work through because he wants his routine back. There was lots of noise last night, then I heard him sneeze, and that’s all it took until he was awake. His sinuses have been up and down for the last week and I was hoping they would be completely moved out of his system by now. I went through the whole it’s nighttime and you need to go back to sleep thing but that didn’t work because he was ready to watch “Boo-Boo Chicken has feathers on” and see what else the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse gang was doing. Plus, he was ready to go to the “swimming pool with swimming suit on.” By midnight I tried all of the things and all of the things only made him more determined that I needed to get us ready to go to the pool because it was summer and “when it is open we need to go.” His phrases are both a delight and provide a chuckle but not so much when midnight turns into one and he’s still screaming and then one turns into two and he’s still screaming. And so forth and so on until I tried putting him in bed with me only to have him crawl back over me to get out and start the whole process again. Morning finally got here. I had convinced him to go to his bed with his tablet after I had told myself a thousand times I wasn’t going to give him his tablet and I think I was in and out for a few hours until he was once again ready to go. We went and he had a blast. The instructor was so incredible with Owen. She had goggles and life jackets if he wanted them. He selected to put an orange pair on during part of his lesson. Then she had lots of toys and she used them to help him stretch out and use his muscles. She was right on the mark with all of it and followed his lead while he got comfortable with his surroundings. She gave him lots of encouragement and focused on his strengths. We have been waiting for years to find someone to teach him. I used to teach swimming but teaching your child is different. Plus I wanted him to learn safety and as soon as she greeted us she started talking to him about how to walk in the area as we went to get ready. She said the words “walking feet” and she also emphasized it by making a gesture with her hands. This connected with him. When they were done he didn’t want to leave but she handled it beautifully with him and helped him get out of the pool, talking and encouraging him the whole time. I think that is always part of why it’s so hard to take him places because the leaving is as hard as the going and getting there. I was thankful for how she handled it all. When we were driving home he said, “good job walking feet good job.” When you have waited so long for swimming lessons for your child this was our reward and I’m thankful. He was pretty quiet the rest of the day, requesting grandma a lot but settled for his tablet and a bath. I went to start his bedtime process and he was out cold on the couch. His midnight run was over. I got him to go to the bathroom and he got in bed. He was asleep again before I came out of the bathroom. I’m praying he sleeps tonight. The smile he had on his face today spoke volumes of how much joy he felt. Let your heart be full of gladness and know that joy will change your life. Smiles to all and donut daze!
When a full day feels full by seven in the morning it feels a lot fuller by seven at night. The ante is up on what the pirate tooth fairy is now bringing. Owen lost another tooth this morning and thankfully I think it is his last because he told me he wanted the pirate tooth fairy to bring him “a coin a lollipop and skeleton bones” because it would have an eyepatch for his treasure chest. I told him that thankfully we already have an eyepatch and he could wear it anytime. He told me it belonged to the pirate. I think my boy is going to be a story writer before this is all over. He woke a little early due to the whole tooth, pirate talk but he was calm. For hours and hours and hours I ignored him. That word sounds so harsh, so emotional. How can I ignore my child? But I did. And that isn’t even true. I heard every single time he asked about what he was doing on Wednesday, pushing past today and tomorrow. He wanted me to confirm he was going to see his grandma. I told him yes the first time and then tried to get him to process through his behaviors. It is extremely hard, emotional, difficult, stressful, upsetting, and every other emotion you can think of to have a child that won’t let go of the repetitive and obsessive behaviors and how much it must affect him. My heart aches knowing that I don’t have the answers or the knowledge to help him move forward. One day we will get there and he has a team that loves and supports him as well as me. It is hard to adapt your behaviors to process your own feeling and then trying to learn how to help him adapt adds a new level to it. Autism is as much about how I handle it as it is about Owen having it. In my form of distraction this morning I asked Owen to make long sentences. If I don’t say long then he makes two-word sentences and he’s done. He was explaining one of the characters on a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse video and said, “Boo-Boo Chicken has eyes on he’s got feet on and feathers on.” He is getting the hang of the long sentence. I was listening to my podcast for editing purposes and he walked up to me and said, “pause that.” He doesn’t like to hear voices he knows unless he wants to hear the voices he knows. That goes with pretty much everything. He asked to go bowling today and we had a fabulous time. After bowling, we went to ride his bike but he kept picking up things. I told him we would leave if he kept doing it. We had to leave. I’m not sure how else to make the connection for him. He knows the words and will say them but he still does it. I need him to understand safety. We talked on and off about it all afternoon. I hope he can understand soon. I am so excited I have finally found him swimming lessons and he goes for an evaluation tomorrow. I told him we were going and he said for me to get his “swimming suit, summer sandals, and sunglasses” ready for tomorrow. He’s talked about it all day. He then told me he was going to the beach. He loves the water. He didn’t want to go to bed but his eyes told him otherwise and he was out. The victories are on the journey forward. Be proud of your accomplishments and watch your world grow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I cried because there was a tissue box in the trash. The day started out joyous though. I woke up a little after five. I tried to be quiet but Owen heard me. And then all I heard was “no” and he was out again. He slept until almost seven. Technically anything after six is close enough to seven for me. He wasn’t facing the day right away. He bypassed the bathroom and me and went straight to the couch. He forgets that the bathroom should come first and then our hellos but most of the time that consists of him saying “tablet.” He was calm during the morning but I could tell that it was going to be one of those mornings when it was hard for him to process getting ready to go to church. Setting the timer has been helping with the questions of when are we going but he still has days where he wants to leave but he can’t stop doing the activities he wants to do to actually leave. It also has to do with part of the visual confirmation he needs to have everything in his order. He wanted me to sit in the “white bed” so that he could run back and forth to his computer and anytime I got up this would disturb the process. I made sure he kept looking at the timer so that would help him and we finally got out the door. I never realized how much my stuff can cause chaos for our days. He needs things to be in a certain place and then when he wants something and it’s not there it can cause him to scream. These items don’t even have to be something that is his but he needs them to be there. The same goes for items that he doesn’t want to see. He wants the world to wear blue pants but the second I put a pair of jeans on my bed he is screaming to throw them in the trash. My mind spins from all the rules and chaos, the rules I’m supposed to remember to prevent the chaos and meltdowns it causes. I never imagined the tears I would shed over blue pants on my bed and not to mention in the world. I can only imagine how hard it is on Owen. Thankfully he at least in general is no longer crying over them. When we got to church we all learned how loose Owen’s tooth is. I am honestly shocked he didn’t get it out today and I will be surprised if it is not my two o’clock in the morning surprise again. I’m prepared this time to give him his lollipop and coin from the “pirate tooth fairy.” When we left church he rode his bike all around the parking lot and then he realized we have a bike park at church. Thankfully I convinced him it was closed today because it’s a little more expert level than he is at. He said, “when it’s open” which is always his reply when he wants to do something and can’t. I have a feeling I won’t be able to use that line much longer. We got home after getting our lunch, driving by the “green stop sign” which is a red stop sign, driving by the “red stop sign” which is also a red stop sign, and his beloved windows. The rest of the afternoon was filled with lots of questions about the week ahead and talking about his bath. This is when I found the tissue box Owen threw in the trash. A new box with only a couple gone that he then put the used ones in and threw away. At least he threw them away. I hold onto the victories. My favorite moment was when he was watching the Little Einsteins and he said, “this is Peter Peter Tchaikovsky.” He laughed so hard and said it again only this time he told me “Peter knows music.” The way he said it was amazing and the laughing snickers were the best. My sweet baby O loves music and for that I’m thankful. Let the melody of life fill your soul with the song it needs to bring you joy. Smiles to all and donut daze!
“Good morning world” may have come a little later if my bladder hadn’t spoiled it but Owen woke up in a great mood, knowing exactly what he wanted for his day. “Tablet tablet” came out of his mouth first but before I could say too much he realized he needed to say hello to me. Once he did that, he was off to the bathroom, and then came back for his tablet. He knew that it was early and he knew that it was June 3rd. He didn’t want to discuss anything besides when he got to see his grandma. He immediately said, “four hours” and followed it with “set a timer.” I love how he is starting to be connected to the timer. I feel like once he is grasping the timer, he will be able to move forward with calendars. He continue to watch the timer as it went on and at one point he wanted to change the timer so that we got dressed in two minutes. I explained to him that changing the timer would not get us out the door any quicker. When it got down to under an hour, I could tell he was more excited, and would check on the timer more often. I told him he had to finish his breakfast before we could go, and he, loudly started pretending to eat his waffles, saying, “yum yum.” He did end up finishing it though. On the way to Grandma’s, I wanted him to work on his sentence structure trying to distract him from the drive. “A vole is an animal like a rat,” he said using his animal of choice and then moved on to vulture. I think V may have been his letter of choice as well. We are also trying to get him to make the connections to expressive language. He spent several hours with his grandma and then we went to the park so he could ride his bike. He picks up everything that is in his path. And unfortunately, in today’s society, this is not always a good thing. He wanted to go up the hill that he had gone on the last time he was there, watching the boys ride their bikes. There was trash laying on the side of the pathway. He wanted to move it. I tried to convince him to leave it alone, but he picked some of it up and he threw it. And then, when I tried to explain to him that he can’t always pick up things, he decided to fall down onto it. I wish it wasn’t something I had to even explain to him that people throw trash on the ground but I have to figure out how to make the connection with him. He did incredible while we were there on his bike, riding up and down the hills. He’s come a long way and I’m so proud of his progress. I was thankful my mom was able to come to watch him ride his bike. When we got home, he immediately wanted to take a bath and we had a great rest of our night. Bedtime was a little more difficult because he wanted to make sure when he was going to see his grandma again. I told him we would get to see her in the next few days, but tomorrow was church and he could ride his bike again. He fell asleep, talking about church and I’m thankful for a great day. Each step forward is a victory in your day. Count them all and know that you are important. Smiles to all and donut daze!
As exhausted as I was last night I think I woke up a million times anyways. Maybe not quite that many but way too many times. I was extremely thankful that Owen didn’t wake up a million times and at least slept until after five. He however wanted me up immediately to discuss tomorrow and that it wasn’t the day to see his teacher. He knew today was June 2nd and he knew he was going to school on the 12th but he wanted no association with the calendar or counting the days. He didn’t want to know the amount of days in between but it is getting closer to him being able to accept a timeline. The reality of a timeline can change constantly based on the events of the day. I believe he understands the probability of change. I will continue to explore connections for him but part of the reason he is in visual therapy is to connect with concrete items. He walked up to me with his tablet and said, “it’s a man.” It was a boy but he wanted me to tell him it was a man. What makes him constantly say the opposite of what he wants to say? Is it my reaction, is it his need, is it somewhere in between? I could wonder forever and still not completely comprehend. He answers questions differently depending on who he is with and reacts to the environment he is in. I suppose in a lot of ways we all do that but I know he is looking for reactions and expressions on people’s faces. I think this helps him to understand his own emotions. He was extra needy for sensory input today. I know it is partly because of him not feeling well. His stomping is amplified in moments like this. He stomps off in one direction only to return right back to the same place. He wanted all the lights off again. If I turned them on during the day he would come behind me and turn them off. They went on, off, on, off, on, and off again. The rhythm, the pattern almost feels like he is even finding comfort in it. I thought we were going to go to the park so he could ride his bike again. The air conditioner guy came to fix our air and I thought after he left we were going but Owen had other plans. As soon as he left he took his clothes off. I said, “I thought we were going to the park” and he said to me, “we are done discussing this” and off he ran. He still wasn’t feeling great and he was preparing for his Saturday with his grandma so he wanted to stay home. Each day I pray for guidance and strength. Today was filled with lots of laughs, learning experiences, and growth. The best days are the ones where I see his smile and that happened a lot. Through our challenges remember the victories that will come after them. Smiles to all and donut daze!
The brain is fascinating and how little we understand it and how much it seems to understand on its own. The middle of the night would not be complete without a lost tooth in it. At first, I didn’t realize he had lost a tooth. We were up at least 15 minutes before Owen finally handed me his tooth. He was upset because the pirate tooth fairy didn’t come right then. He wanted his lollipop and coin. I told him we would have to do it later. Then I told him he needed to go back to bed and he told me no because he was sick. I thought this was an excuse to stay up but maybe he wasn’t feeling well. He then told me he needed me to wipe his nose. I liked his nose and then once again told him that he had to go back to bed. I could tell he was getting agitated, and he started talking about it being June. It amazes me how he can remember the days of the week the months of the year and keep track of it all. He wants nothing to do with a calendar or looking at his schedule. All of this is met was opposition. He knew it was June and he knew this was the month he would get to see his teacher again. I tried to explain to him that it wasn’t today that he would see his teacher, but he still had several more days before school started again. And I tried to convince him once again to go back to bed, but he still wanted to talk about it being June there was no more sleep to be had. He was calm and agitated all at the same time. As the morning went on, I knew I would not be taking him to his therapy. I could tell he wasn’t feeling well and his sinuses were really acting up. When I told him that he wasn’t going he said once again that he was sick, I knew I had made the right decision. The screams felt louder today. Generally, when he is sick, he will tend to make more noises and scream throughout the time. I think it is because of the noises he hears in his head from his sinuses. I could tell he was pretty exhausted all day. At one point he was watching the video of Curious George that helps him now fall asleep on his own. He was role playing on the couch while he was watching Curious George. He kept acting like he was asleep and would pull the cover up over him like on the video. His actions and reactions were also in full swing today. He needed plenty of confirmation as to what he was doing and what days he was doing them on. I did more research on how his brain reacts to words that I say, and actions that I do with him. Owen reacts to different things at different places in different ways. Between this and the way he associates colors, patterns, and words with what he is doing made me start looking at how his brain processes timing and movement. This is one of the reasons that he is in vision therapy. As I studied the brain more today, I realized that he has gone through another transition with wanting the lights completely off. I’ve been noticing that when he doesn’t feel well, the light causes him more issues. When the lights are off to me it feels like he is in more control over the situation. And I want to understand how the words that I say will cause repetitive behaviors in him. When does the behavior stop based on what I say and when do I make it harder? He wanted to take a bath and again it was great to watch him do role playing. A few days ago I started putting water in his container to wash the soap from his hair. I was joking around with him and told him that I had gotten the bottle stuck on his toe. He sat in the tub, saying that his toe was stuck in the bottle and he couldn’t get it out. The skills he used to get his toe in the bottle are exactly the progress I wanted to see and the follow through with something I showed him before and is now doing was also wonderful. It didn’t take long to convince him to go to sleep. The sleep part, however, took a little more time. I have more questions to ask his vision therapy doctor when we see her again in a couple of weeks. Even though he wasn’t feeling well I’m thankful it was a good day. Hopefully tomorrow he will be feeling much better. The pirate tooth fairy came to visit and he was excited to see his lollipop and coin. He didn’t need it, but he was happy to see it. The victory comes from following your heart, seeing the progress, and knowing that you are doing amazing. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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