I can’t tell you how excited I am to be back on the sleep train, at least for Owen. He has been going to sleep later, but sleeping through the night. I’ll take it. He ran to me this morning, saying his teacher’s name. I told him, yes buddy today is school. He was so happy. He repeated her name off and on for the next twenty minutes. He even listened to directions and he helped me with his clothes. He was ready to get to the bus stop. It’s almost like time stood still. He wanted to do the same things he did last year as we were at the bus stop and even the way we walked there. He likes walking backward and directly in front of me. This is something I try to discourage, but he seems to walk back in front of me no matter how I try. When we got to the bus stop one hand goes over his eye. He changes it from left to right eye, moving between hands as the moments change. He wants to stand in a certain location and he wrinkles his nose. The toothy grin he’s got going on right now finishes the picture. Before his bus arrived there was another bus that picked up a child on a different corner. The bus driver thought at first it was us but Owen wasn’t crossing the street for anything and he knew where he was supposed to stand. The bus driver realized it was the other child and Owen was back to wrinkling his nose, waiting for his bus. I’m amazed at how many words he is saying now, even though I never doubted they would keep coming, I still get amazed with the flow of his sentences. The same songs he liked as a baby still bring excitement to him and he sings those constantly. The Wheels On The Bus I feel has been sung over a million times by us, but maybe I should do the math. I would say we are closing in on it though. Every animal, person, and thing I could think of went on the bus. The past week there has been an interesting calm about him every evening. He will lay under his “bwanket” for fifteen minutes or so, not doing anything besides laying there. For my child, that very rarely finds peace in his body it at first brought uneasiness to me. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. The first few times he did it the fake snoring happened. That at least gave me a comfort that he was fine. But then he stopped doing that in the nights to come. I really am not sure what to make of it. He’s happy though, every once in a while popping his head up yelling “bwanket” and laying back down. I’m learning to embrace the moment and at that moment know that everything will be fine. Find your calm even in the storm. You are stronger than you ever imagined. 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.