Sleep was slept. Not as much as I would have liked but at least Owen slept until after four this morning. If only I could have convinced him that five was a much better time but hey, we slept. He was in a good mood and ready to go to “church church church” before it was even time to go. The requests for cereal, waffles, and chicken were repeated throughout the morning and started again as soon as we came home from church. Getting to church was a little more complex and complicated than it should have been but when your megaphone is involved it means you have a lot to say about the situation. I attempted to help Owen put his pants on numerous times. I try to let him do them himself, working on his independence but sometimes that leads to him screaming, taking them off, and playing with his megaphone. I really do love seeing him play with his megaphone though. He tells little stories, sometimes only a couple of words but they’re his stories and he uses the different character voices the megaphone changes to. The ride to church was a different story. He was doing great until we were more than halfway there. I stopped at a yellow light. I probably could have made it, should have made it but I always try to stop. This is however more nerve-racking for Owen. He wants no lights ever to stop our forward momentum. He started screaming about needing the arrow. That’s what he says thinking we need an arrow when we turn but we were going straight. He wants me to say that we don’t need the arrow and then he goes through a few more phrases and he moves on. Or he did what he did in the car today and had a huge meltdown because I didn’t say “we don’t need the arrow.” I waited too long to say it. He was fine by the time we got to church and did great at church but I was frazzled. The best part is he is so loved there and he knows, he can feel it. The afternoon was a rollercoaster ride of getting his foot stuck in the spokes of his scooter, twice, because he wouldn’t stop putting it in them. He thought it was funny. Luckily I only had to turn his foot and it came out but then he stuck it right back in. Two times was enough and then it was gone. He sat watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episodes in all the languages, telling me what they were saying. I’m still amazed how much he has taught himself. He was so tired he fell asleep quickly, not wanting to even take a bath. I guess he had a full belly because once again he ate all day long and I lost track of everything he devoured. It was an emotional day for me, still feeling the waves of grief that are not even easily defined. I’m thankful for my sweet baby O and how far he has come. Life is amazing. The journey is not always easy to explain but the love sure is. Find your strength, be inspired, and share your story. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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