I heard Owen walking up to me and I knew before he even said it what he was going to say. “Tablet,” he said. I knew what I said next would not matter but I tried it. You need to go back to bed I said, it’s still nighttime. “Sure go get your tablet,” he responded and off he went. Three o’clock in the morning is too early when close to midnight is when I finally fell asleep. Out of routine means out of routine and there is no convincing him to get back in it until he is back in it. He wanted to go bowling and he is clinging on to the things he knows are going to happen. I fixed him breakfast and I gave him his glasses to wear. When he went to his vision therapy session last week his doctor was talking about him getting new glasses when he was ready. Well, he is ready because somehow he broke them and he handed them to me in pieces. They were his original pair so it really was time for a new pair. Between three in the morning and eleven when we left to go bowling I think Owen asked me three point one million times when we were going bowling. I may have exaggerated by a million or two but his repetitive actions are ramped up with his routine continuing to be changed. For him one day of school being out, no matter what the reason throws him off for weeks and weeks ahead. He had a wonderful time when he was bowling, and after we were done, a couple of his previous bus aides were there and said hi to us. I was thankful to be able to talk to them about how much Owen has grown since they saw him. After we left there, he wanted to drive by the train depot, and then he wanted to drive by the depot again and again, and again. After we drove by the house, which is technically what he’s calling the depot, we went to the park so he could ride his bike with our friends. Everything was going fine until he pushed over his bike and he got his pants muddy. He does this a lot when he lays on the ground or he sits in a puddle. It’s hard because he is the instigator of doing it and then it causes huge meltdowns for him. He couldn’t handle that his pants were wet but he also didn’t want to leave. It’s hard to explain to him that his actions cause a reaction from him. Every time it rains, I dread walking outside with him because he wants to find the puddles and put his knee into the puddle, or he will completely sit down in the puddle but this causes instant meltdowns. Thankfully he calmed down enough to ride more and then he didn’t want to leave. His listening skills have taken on the preteen manor very early. I told him that he wouldn’t be able to ride tomorrow after church if we didn’t get going. This got him moving. I never know the right parenting tactic to take without causing another meltdown. When we got home he wanted lots of chocolate milk and very little food, but his plate was full. He never likes his plate to be empty even though there are so many times he won’t eat anything he requests and especially when it is close to bedtime. I tend to always put food on his plate though because I don’t want him to not ask for food. I’m always trying to stay ahead of the curve that is created. He once again fell asleep pretty quickly, but I guess that’s what happens when you are awake at three in the morning. I’m thankful we got to enjoy the day together. Find your happiness, share it with the world, and smile your blues away. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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