Sleeping is a beautiful thing. I’m not doing much of it but Owen sure is. I think his sleeping helps both our moods even if I’m not sleeping that much. He woke up almost dancing this morning. He came to my room wanting his tablet and somehow I convinced him to lay with me a few more minutes but really it translated to me tickling him and then he wanted his tablet. I sent him on his way to the bathroom and I got up to keep him on track. He didn’t come back to my bed or even turn the lights off. He let me get my coffee and the boy was on a mission; his tablet and food. He wanted cereal and he wanted “waffles please.” I make sure I do a big fuss when he says please. I do it so he knows I appreciate it. Those whole garbled words get me. I want him to know he has to enunciate his words. I know that “shockwit milk” means “chocolate milk” but I want him to know that he needs to express himself in his words so that others understand him and what he wants to share by using his language skills. The morning went fast and the dude ate a lot. He kept asking for more. I think he is in another growth spurt. His reading and comprehension skills have greatly increased over the last month. He brought me his Fire tablet so that I would turn it on; he has a hard time with the button. When the word “Fire” popped up on the screen Owen said, “five” and I told him that was close. He said, “it’s fire” and I told him that was the name of his tablet. He said, “my name is Owen.” And then he started listing off animals and their names. We got ready for his Saturday adventure to grandma’s house. When I helped him zip his jacket he didn’t put his hands up to my head. This was such a huge victory to me. He didn’t try to pull it or eat it or kiss it, none of it. I truly wanted to do the victory dance. I dropped him off and came back for him a few hours later. He wanted to go to the park to ride his balance bike so he asked if “grandma can go?” He’s getting really good about pushing himself around on it. He was singing a song that he listens to from his robot as he pushed himself around. “BeatBo boogie,” he belted out and I loved it. He would push himself a little ways and then bend down to pick up some leaves. The whole basketball court that he was riding on was full of leaves. We were going to be there all night if he had to smoosh them all, move them, or find the original tree they came from. That’s my favorite. How in the world does he figure out which leaves go with which tree, I wonder. I mean round leaves with other round leaves so I know he gets it right but it amazes me how his brain works. He laid down on the ground, picked up some of the leaves next to him and I thought for sure it was going to be leaf angel time. I wonder if this year he will make snow angels. When we left he hugged grandma and then we got in the car. He said, “bye bye sweet boy” and didn’t want to leave until I rolled down the window and told my mom this. He did great on the ride home, talking to me about the sky, and asking me to “show me by the windows please.” His night was filled with eating, reading his books, and asking Alexa for things like “Lisa Loeb in Arabic.” He always loves listening to her kids' songs but asks Alexa for her in Arabic. The night flew by and bedtime came quickly. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep and he was ready for church tomorrow. The little steps he takes leave the biggest reflections in my soul. Find what motivates you to do great works and you will then inspire the world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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