Back to sleeping is a wonderful thing. Owen slept until after six and I slept close to it as well. He woke in a good mood but he was concentrating on the bus. After a while, our internet was out again. I think partly because of the cable so I will see if the company can run a new line. Thankfully I adjusted the cable and it started working for now but it’s not something I want to repeat every day. Breaking things or things breaking seems to be a constant for us. He is hard on some things and some things can’t handle the excitement we have for them. Owen will throw himself on the couch to get some of his energy out and then keeps banging into it. He doesn’t do it as much as he used to but it is still one of the motions he does a lot especially when our internet goes out. He didn’t want to go ride his bike before therapy because he had one thing on his mind and that was riding the bus to school tomorrow so he could see all his favorite people. He did great at therapy. He was so excited about doing sentences with his speech therapist. When he was done he wanted to take the box home that they make the sentences from. They have cards in them and he has to make sentences with the cards. He also did great with his physical therapist and when he left her room he saw boxes with cards that were similar to what his speech therapist uses and he wanted to get them off the shelf and do the sentences again. On our way home I was explaining to him about not yelling at me and that we needed to give each other patience and kindness. He said, “do you understand me that’s a great idea.” The words are coming and it is going to be a great school year. They called to give me his bus schedule and he has the same bus driver as last year. “Ride the bus cross the blue river ride a bus,” he said. He kept requesting from YouTube to “make a sentence cards stick your tongue out.” He is ready to learn. He was calm for bedtime. He took a bath after he painted with me and he was asleep quickly. And stayed asleep for about an hour. He woke up probably for many reasons. There was a festival not far from us playing music but then the rain came and he wanted me to turn the rain off. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to convince him I can’t turn off the rain. It’s close to midnight and I’m praying the rain stops and he can go to sleep so he can go to school tomorrow. He played his harmonica and his song is the melody in my heart. Find what moves you and rejoice in the song that it leaves for you. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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