Owen can sing Old MacDonald at the top of his lungs, in perfect pitch, even when he is not feeling well. I think I’m going to start talking about our nights like in football terms. In the first half, we slept great and in the second half, he slept great. I think the third quarter I did ok but by that last quarter he, I think, was having his own Olympic tryouts for the uninvented bed sprinting competition. He woke in a good mood and sounding better than yesterday but he still sounded a little congested and coughed every once in a while with a slightly runny nose. I decided we should stay home from church just to have him rest another day. I keep thinking I’m so glad this isn’t next week because he starts back to school. All day I’ve tried to convince him it's August and he will be seeing his teacher soon. He repeatedly talked about “not going to ride the bus today” and I told him he would next week. It’s such a hard concept for him to understand. I know he is ready for his routine. He is grasping on to anything that feels like routine right now. He talked about going to the park with our friends, seeing the horses, going to therapy, all of the things that matter to him. He was watching tv and he said, “I make the sound pink”. I thought I can totally relate. He went on to have a conversation with Alexa, asking her all kinds of words and phrases in other languages. He sang Happy Birthday and Christmas carols with her and asked her to find different songs. He also wanted to hear what different animals sounded like. His favorite right now is whale noises. He started playing a game he hadn’t played in quite a while but he could never figure out how to follow the number game for the gate. He can do it now. He asked me one time and I showed him and then he started doing it. Even though I could tell he still wasn’t feeling great he was happy for most of the day and listened really well until it was time to go to bed. Then he needed “ten more minutes two minutes one minute three thirty minutes not now” timeframes. Hopefully, we can keep our therapy appointment tomorrow and go to the park with our friends. Here’s to the victories of our day and the dreams that will come true tomorrow. Never give up on the miracles yet to happen. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.