I couldn’t fall asleep fast enough it seemed last night. I’ve felt exhausted for days. Sleep happened thankfully for both of us though. Owen woke and was very ready for his day. He was extremely hungry as soon as he woke up. He had gotten into bed with me after I got my coffee but his thoughts quickly turned to food. He told me he wanted waffles, cereal, chips, veggie straws, and chocolate milk. He is a growing boy. He couldn’t wait for that bus. Shorts are still the trend and he doesn’t even blink an eye when I wear them. This is beyond amazing to me. He wanted me to help him with his shoes but I was finishing up in the kitchen. He started squealing and wanted me immediately. There are times when he doesn’t understand that I can’t immediately respond or come running. He will ask me for the same thing ten times and I haven’t even had a chance to stand up yet. I talk to him about patience and understanding but that’s a hard concept to explain. His impatience tests my patience so we both work on breathing exercises together. He doesn’t understand that it can take time to help him and this can upset him further. The key is trying to help him with the behavior first and then get him to understand why. He was happy to go to school and seeing that bus made his day. He knew when he came home from school he would be going to vision therapy so the minute he got off the bus he asked if he was going to ride the bus tomorrow and if he was going to vision therapy. When he came inside he saw the watermelon I got sitting on the counter. He said, “eat a watermelon eat it that’s gross.” He ate a snack that wasn’t watermelon and then we went to his therapy. He’s looked at the glasses the last couple of times we’ve gone. He saw a purple pair and that was the one he wanted. I wasn’t sure if I should order them because he had told me he wanted red ones but he liked them so that’s what matters. And he had wanted a purple harmonica so he’ll have purple glasses too. He had a good session and then we headed home. He played his harmonica when we came home. I told his doctor about him starting music therapy soon and I told Owen to tell her what his favorite instrument was and he said, “trumpet.” It’s funny to me how he always says it’s his favorite but he’s never played one and hardly listens to one. I am looking at getting him one since he has been talking about wanting one for months. I fixed him a glass of milk but put it in the refrigerator while I fixed dinner since he wasn’t in the kitchen. When he got it out of the refrigerator he kicked the door closed with his foot. I love when the kid comes out in him. He’s fighting sleep almost every night but he falls asleep quickly. I’m thankful for a good day and his great smile. Routine means so much to us. Each day is a gift. The challenges show how much the victories truly mean. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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