Owen slept until well after seven. I was thankful for that. I want to expect he will sleep through every night but that feels like the impossible dream. When he woke he immediately started talking about going to the pool with his friend. I said, did you have a good day yesterday and he smiled but didn’t say anything. I told him we were going to the pool but it wouldn’t be until in the afternoon. He was very calm this morning, having a few moments but nothing too heavy. I on the other hand had a lot of moments. Life happens when you have something else planned. And today was no once upon a storybook time. Owen didn’t eat much but he told me what he wanted when he wanted it and ate exactly that. All of my food suggestions went by the wayside. He had one objective today and he couldn’t wait to be Spider-Man in the pool. Before we went to the pool we watched some videos and he has been looking at the alarm clock again, especially the hands moving. He was telling me each of the times starting at seven o’clock and then he said it’s thirteen o’clock. How do you explain a twenty-four-hour clock and I wonder what country is teaching him time? I’m sure he is learning it from some video. He was excited and full of words when we went to the pool. Our friends' whole family came to the pool today so we had extra help. I can’t run after him and once he gets something in mind that’s what he wants. We got there right when they were doing the pool check but we were able to sit in the kiddie pool. There were tons of other kids in it with lots of toys. He kept taking all of their toys and putting them on the edge of the pool. A little boy asked him if he splashed him and how old he was. Owen didn’t answer. He doesn’t know how to answer those questions like that but we are working on this skill. When the big pool opened again he wanted to go on the “slide”. He probably went down it ten or fifteen times at least. There were several kids in front of the ladder to get out of the pool and he didn’t know how to ask them to move. This was causing him some frustration. I could tell it was about time we left because he was getting tired and he was on sensory overload. I’ve been signing more to him lately and he isn’t objecting. The ride of the rollercoaster. He used to pull my hands apart when I would try to sign with him. I let him slide a few more times and on one of them, he went completely under. He wasn’t scared, he didn’t cry, and he didn’t get water in his lungs. He was a little shocked though and didn’t go under the last time. I kinda made sure he didn’t. I gave him a few minutes back in the kiddie pool and then we left. The evening was calm and we were both exhausted. It was a good day but a tiring day. The emotions are still draining me from all the emotions of this week. I have a few more hurdles to jump through but I will get there. When we were leaving the pool it was like he finally was acknowledging August. He said, “Thursday grandma therapy Friday be with mommy Saturday grandma Sunday church and Monday school.” He then said his teacher’s name and told me he was going to ride the bus. I wanted to cry and jump for joy. He can only process what he can only process when he can process it. And today was the day for processing. I’m beyond thrilled he is accepting that Monday is school. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. The days can be daunting sometimes but then the light shines and God be the glory. Answers come. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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