It Is Sunday

As Owen learns to talk, he is expressing himself through other people’s emotions, and tones. I will emphasize certain words, saying them louder, or with a different tone. When he is uses those phrases, he will do the same thing. He will also repeat the same word, or phrase, twenty or more times; sometimes the same words for hours. I wonder how he breathes. I know he does, but that’s what it feels like. Some of his words still are indistinguishable, but I hear progress. After church Owen wanted to go see the fish at Cabela’s again. As we were walking in the doors he was talking about seeing the fish, turkey, and bears. Then he asked for Santa, and before I could reply he said, “he gone to de pole”. I keep telling him that Santa went back to the North Pole. I’m excited that he is making these connections from one moment to the next. I told him if he wanted to see the fish he had to wear the hat they gave him yesterday. He wore the hat, the entire time. My baby is changing right before my very eyes, as he screams a happy scream about the app he is working on. I took his tablet away from him earlier, because he kept screaming, and was acting out. I told him to go play with something else. He hit me, so I put him in timeout. Timeouts are when I actually see a little kid in Owen. He slides himself down the chair, he rocks back, and forth, and if I even glance in his direction he will scream. Timeout finally worked though, and he calmed down; for a minute. I can tell he is processing a lot today. He will run to me, repeating the same phrase over, and over again, making sure he has it right, and then run back to play. We are both full of a lot of emotions. He is wanting mischief, and comfort, all at the same time, and I’m wanting peace for my baby. The river of emotions runs through my body; hot, and cold currents run amuck through my system, hoping for my own comfort. Life can be emotional, but find your comfort, and make time for yourself. Smiles to all and donut daze!