It wasn’t even midnight and Owen was in my room trying to figure out how to turn my light off. He started screaming because he couldn’t find the switch. I tried to explain to him that he came to my room and that his room was dark but all he wanted was in my bed and for the lights to be out. This feels exactly like how he got my previous bedroom. At some point, you would think I would accept that he wants to be where I am but I keep praying he will sleep through the night. I told him that I would turn the light off in a minute. He was asleep almost instantly after yelling at the train, plane, or automobile that went by. When we woke he was ready for school but he also wanted me to sit. We compromised. I sat for five minutes and then we got ready. He had a good morning and couldn’t wait to get to the bus stop. As soon as the bus turned the corner he started jumping up and down. He had one more request for Siri to find “hippopotamus hippopotamus hippopotamus in Arabic” and he quickly got ready to run to the bus. When he got off the bus he once again had one thing in mind, seeing his teacher tomorrow. He had a really great afternoon full of words, actions, reactions, and connections. “Be careful don’t hit your toe,” he said, with an outstretched foot. He went on, “don’t hit your head”. Moving his foot forward was amazing progress and to lean his head forward to show me was impressive. He ran to the bathroom several times without me telling him to go. He came to me multiple times with instructions about these journeys to the potty. He ran through the house singing at the top of his lungs and celebrating all the holidays. He still sings my favorite, “single bells single bells single all the way”. His J sound is becoming stronger so I wonder if he will continue to sing it like this. He ate dinner very early and then I spent two hours asking him if he wanted something else. He told me no until a few minutes before bedtime. He then asked, “I want some chicken please”. I said how about some turkey, knowing how long the chicken would take. Turkey was out, chicken was in and he even went to the refrigerator to get it. I cooked it, he ate one bite and was done. He may be learning a thing or two about bedtime. He asked all night for his teacher and it’s that reassurance that he needs that his routine will stay the same. He sat with me on the couch in his body sock with his hand outside of it holding mine. The day was bumpy but huge progress was made. Thankful for his smile and his songs that fill my heart. Find your passion and the possibilities will be endless. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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