Every single place I look I see food. Mostly veggie straws, but seems like a trail of turkey too. My words need to change, my mom's voice needs to get stronger, or I need bench seating that Owen will figure out he can crawl down from, but I need something to help. I truly don’t know how many times I can say a version of “sit to eat” during a meal and try to explain to him why we sit. We had eggs for dinner. I tried a fork and a spoon for him to use. He can use both, but sometimes needs help. But he likes to use his hands. He picked the eggs up with his fork, then he takes it off the utensil with one hand, and into his mouth it goes. Next, it’s in and out of his mouth with the other hand that he had the fork in. And from there we both wear it. I think back to the morning and by eight o’clock he had played his guitar, keyboard, Cajon drum, and harmonica. I am thankful for his love of music. I’ve been trying to decide what instruments we should get next. He has numerous other ones already, but I want to give him as many opportunities as I can to find what he likes. I don’t know if I’m ready for a set of drums, but maybe bongos. Here it is bedtime again and I might completely and totally be dreading it. And if on cue for the day it took him hours to fall asleep. So after several sleepless nights, I wonder if the caffeine is no longer working. Time to change it up again I guess. His smile, his heart, his joy is what I try to focus on. Every day is a gift. Cherish the moments that make you smile, know that tomorrow is a brand new day, and grow with the journey ahead of you. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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