Kind Wednesday

If you are cranky and you know it scream about the lights. Owen got into bed with me around four. I know his sleep schedule is off right now because he is already missing his routine from next week. He is constantly talking about who he will see and when he will see his peoples, all his peoples. He said again this morning that church was on Saturday this week so he does get it but it is still hard for him. Plus, add in the fact that we may or may not get a ton of snow and have extremely cold weather which will keep us home so that is hard on him as well. When we stood out for the bus I showed him that he could see my breath because it was so cold. I got him to breathe in and out with me. I’m not sure if he comprehended that he could see my breath but he at least tried to breathe with me which was huge. I told him this morning we were going to make Christmas gifts when he got home. He said no but then when he came home he said, “it's gift time paper animals” which is always his response when I talk about presents and then he talks about new hats and his treasure chest. We made paper holders for his teacher, his support team, bus drivers, and therapists. He did all the painting by himself. I only helped him a couple of times because the paint wasn’t going on the paintbrush the way he wanted but otherwise he put it in the paint too. I had him pick out which ones he wanted to go to different people. He wasn’t as excited about that. He is looking forward to Saturday church. He kept telling me “sing songs out of the book.” I’m excited about how much he loved the singalong that we went to a few weeks ago. I’m going to try to take him to one of the services and see how he does. He wants Halloween. He associates with the events he enjoys so he keeps asking for Halloween. He wants to go to our friend’s “Halloween house” to check to make sure their stairs are there and for their swing. He also wants to go to trunk or treat at the church while singing “songs from the book.” I’m glad he is making these connections and can express his likes and wants. When he went to bed he wanted his lamp on but he woke up screaming this morning that the lights were on. He keeps me on my toes like I’m some ballerina that should know how to pivot and spin. I’m hoping that he sleeps tonight but he was worried about which days he would be out of school and therapy. Here’s to hoping the snow holds off for the rest of the week so he can finish out the week before Christmas. I’m thankful for his words, connections, and that laughter that warms my soul. The rollercoaster of life is an emotional ride but the sun shines and the days become brand new. Smiles to all and donut daze!