It felt like a full day before it really even got started and then it turned out to be a really full day. I’m glad we have been on a sleeping trend. We both have needed it desperately. Owen woke once again on high alert with sensory input on his mind. We went through our usual steps and when he sat with me in the “white bed” he wanted to push his head into me. This usually means he is in a growing trend when he pushes his head like this on me. I think it might also have to do with his loose tooth. When we got outside he was excited about his day. He couldn’t wait until the bus got here. He ran to the stop sign so he could watch for the bus. He walked back to me but it was his sensory walk. He walks on the ball of his feet kind of crouched over with his shoulders to his ears and his hands raised. He almost looks like a bear walking on two legs. When a plane flew over I wanted him to look at the contrail clouds. I started telling him about them and how they were made. He wanted nothing to do with that and instead told me all about the planets and moons. Sometimes when he doesn’t want to listen he is either wanting to do something else like concentrate on his bus coming or he already knows about the clouds and that isn’t something he wants to think about. When he saw his bus he was so happy. When the bus came around the corner he came at me like he was a linebacker and give me a big old hug. He jumped up and down and ran to stand at his spot. I love how excited he gets for his day. His usual Friday night stance happened. He didn’t want to go anywhere but sure wanted to plan his tomorrow. He ate a big dinner but he always gets upset when I get my drink. If he thinks I’m getting anything different than what he is supposed to be having he can’t handle it. I try to explain that this is mommy’s food, not his and it can be different. I was drinking cranberry juice instead of his chocolate milk. It happens every night. He doesn’t get upset when I drink my coffee or hot tea and I think it is because I use a mug for that instead of the same type of cup I use for him. I might have to start drinking my juice in my coffee mug. He was in bed telling himself a story or reciting facts not sure which. “It’s a bug like an insect,” he said and was out after a few more references. I’m thankful he was mostly calm and in a good mood. His smile is what I hold dear to my heart. Remember the song that is sung with glory will bring joy to your soul. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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