Owen once again got into bed with me at some point, but I was too tired to even look at the clock. Luckily, he slept later than usual, and I was able to get a little more sleep myself. When he woke up, he wasn’t very talkative, but I could tell he was going to need a lot of sensory input today. He immediately started pushing into me. His pretzel like reflexes, mixed with his octopus like instincts, makes my small child turn into a king-size bed stealer, and I only have a double bed. He immediately started asking for his teacher. I told him it was Sunday, so then he was ready to go to church. I told him it would be awhile. He wanted to go bowling. I told him we couldn’t go today, so then he started saying “timer go off den we go bowling”. He then added it into his rotation about what he would get if he finished his school work. I added his school apps to his tablet, and he spends about as much time on those as he does his other apps. At school he has to finish certain steps before he can play something fun, so today he wanted the bowling alley to be his reward. His need for input has not changed since this morning. He is sitting under a blanket, with his tablet, and toy bus, talking about “dinosaur rex”, with his feet out from under the blanket, pushing hard against my leg. We went for a walk when we got home from church. As soon as we pulled in front of our house he started crying. I asked him what was wrong. I knew he couldn’t completely explain it to me, but I always ask him. I had tried to take him to see the fish, but he didn’t want to go. Some days I think it is hard for him to process all the stops we make; maybe it’s too overwhelming, or maybe it’s the moment. When he started crying, he asked to see the fish. He asks for things later when he can process it. I asked him if he wanted to go to the elevators, or for a walk. I knew he really wanted to go when we were able to come inside the house to get the things we needed, and he left his clothes on. My sweet baby O has come so far. Rejoice in the sunrise, dance in the rain, and make today matter. 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.