Winnie the Pooh was quoted as Owen sat eating his breakfast. And then he started talking about riding the bus and asking to get ready to go. Sadness washed over me as I knew there was nothing I could do to change this for him. I tried to stay on top of my emotions, but tears fell throughout the day anyways. Owen screamed his happy little scream most of the morning. He screams it so that an app he has will record his voice and then it plays it back almost in a chipmunk voice. He laughs hysterically and he’s right back at it again. I’m torn between making him stop or continuing to hear the constant chatter all day. You would think I would be used to it, but there is pretty much not one quiet moment throughout our day. If he isn’t making noise or there isn’t something that he is playing with that isn’t making noise I know I need to figure out what’s happening. When we went for our walk he didn’t like that I detoured instead of taking him to the area I refer to as the computer section so we had to circle back around. He likes to look up at the second story windows and talk about “starting windows”. I’m not sure what triggers this response from these building windows, but he wants to go through the same scenario each time. He was excited to be in his “wittle red wagon” and he said “we’re testing a microphone no beat more bass pwease” as we were walking along and we weren’t even singing at the time. I love how much he thinks about music. I try to encourage him to play his instruments or sing anytime he wants. We watched a banjo player today and he said, ”play the guitar”. I told him it was a banjo. I have a feeling he will be asking for one soon. He has to process it all, but circles back around to everything. Later in the day he picked up his drum and started singing Old MacDonald. He then said, “a few more minutes and ewe play de guitar”. It makes me chuckle when I hear him talking about timing and what he is going to do. I love that he is making that connection to time and practicing. He can’t truly play notes yet, but it’s all coming from his heart and my boy can sing. I know he will figure it all out. There is hope in every part of this process. Believe in hope, believe in miracles, and the rest will follow. I hug my miracle every day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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