I was as quiet as I could be all morning. I knew he was sleepy last night so I’m thankful that he got so much sleep. I got our breakfast started and it seems like he ate all morning until we got ready to go.
He was very adamant about wanting to wear blue pants again. I let him wear blue pants but I wore a dress. He wasn’t completely pleased but he dealt with it. This seems to be the cycle we are in with his blue pants. I pray every day that we don’t go completely backward with this again. The meltdowns were so incredibly hard when he wouldn’t see blue pants on the person he was expecting.
On the way to church, he told me all the places he wanted to go after church and the week ahead. He talked about opening the door but didn’t pull the handle. I stopped him and immediately went through my speech again, telling him how dangerous it was. I explained that if he touched the handle he would be going home and we would go nowhere today. I asked him if he knew what the word dangerous meant and he said, “Yes don’t do.” I’ll take that answer because I can tell he is processing in his way. He was fine the rest of the way to church.
I’m not sure why statues fascinate him but he couldn’t wait to go see them after church. He made sure I knew he wanted to get out but I knew that as soon as we got there he would not want to and I was right. He was happy though.
He immediately started focusing on all his days ahead. He needs to make sure his days are in order and his routine will be the same. I’m trying to put together a better routine for our summer. These days feel like I need to get them right. Summers are always hard on him and he will be moving to a new school next year. I want to prepare him as much as I can for the days ahead. Life is never completely routine but the more his days are what he can expect the calmer he is. The middle ground is what I am always looking for.
The rest of the day he was pretty calm. We had a few rollercoastery moments of behaviors but we worked through them. I was probably crankier than he was. Life does not go according to plan and I have to remember that. As much as Owen likes routine I am right there with him.
I told him I was going to make my coffee and then it was bedtime. I said I will count to eight and I’ll be done. I started counting the scoops and he started counting them in Spanish. I’m thankful for all the connections he is making and that makes this momma happy. Dream big and make your dreams happen. Smiles to all and donut daze!