Thankfully I slept all night and so did Owen. We both needed it. Getting outside to wait for the bus was an adventure. Some days when Owen knows what’s happening it’s even harder for him to do the things that he should do. Like today is therapy day and he was excited. We got dressed, and then he wanted nothing to do with going outside. His tablet was ruling his world this morning. Although he wanted to see his teacher, he still couldn’t make himself get dressed and go outside. Once he got out there, he was ready to go. He was so excited about the moon. He told me it was a crescent moon, and he went on to describe other planets, and exactly what they were made of. On the sidewalk there were wet spots, and he thought they looked like footprints. I love when he puts the pieces together and tells me a story about what he sees. Our neighbor came out to say hi to us and Owen wanted her to leave in the car so he could run after her but today she wasn’t going anywhere. When she went back inside, he went to the stop sign. He talk to me about his boundaries and where he’s allowed to walk. I thought this was good because he often wants to push those boundaries, so I was glad that he was talking to me about where he could walk to. When the bus came around the corner He couldn’t wait to get on it. He made sure that I was picking him up from school so that he could go to therapy. I told him yes and off he went. I picked him up from school and we were off to his therapy. He wanted to first drive by the overpass and I took him to one of his favorites. On the way to therapy I told him that I wasn’t going to go in with him. We could check-in and then he would be able to go with his therapist. They are all completely fine if I come in, but we don’t want him to always expect me to be there. Plus it’s good for him to be able to do different things while I am not there. They said he had some pretty good sessions. There were a few things that he was anxious about but in general, he did well. When we left, he wanted to drive by the windows and then come home. I had given him several options of what we could do but I feel like some days it’s almost too much for him. He wanted chocolate milk, and more chocolate milk, and more chocolate milk. But I told him that he would have to have some water. This did not go over very well but he at least drank more tonight. It’s progress. He was asleep almost instantly, but I could hear him talking to himself before he fell sleep. His smile was bold and bright today and the mischief stayed strong. Your story was only started yesterday. Keep writing it until it’s better than you ever imagined. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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