Owen woke by two or three. The time blends together. He got into bed with me and immediately started talking about the “blue bed”. Every time I thought he was falling asleep he would yell “back to the blue bed” an inch from my nose. Off he ran eventually but really sleep at this point is gone. I tried to convince him to stay in his bed but he ran around the house in what I think is his attempt at staying awake. It was a busy morning of sitting and talking about going to church. I got our delivery for groceries and his “letter puzzle”. I was thankful the store had one like what he wanted. When he saw it he immediately was happy and wanted to play with it. This was my joy. He listened mostly, ate three breakfasts, and got ready for church when I asked him to. He, however, was very concerned with what I was wearing and what the whole church was wearing. We got to the car, I strapped him in, and walked around to the driver’s side. He was upset because I didn’t knock on his window but instead knocked on the other side. I’m trying to change it up a little so that he can understand that not everything happens exactly the same way every single time. But this was close to a meltdown. I was hoping it wouldn’t go that far. I told him that if he got upset we couldn’t go to church and he moved on. My emotions run the gamut of waves. I want him to be able to move forward with something but I also don’t want to be insensitive to his feelings and I know that routine and order help him with everyday situations. It’s hard on me to remember every rule, every routine, every moment so I keep hoping to push through both our boundaries without pushing too hard, as well. I tell him we have to work through it together but it’s still a process. He did great at church, wanted nuggets on the way home, and immediately asked to work the puzzle again when we got home. The afternoon went quickly and so did the food. He ate more as the evening went on, requesting shrimp for dinner, and eating every one of them. He had many conversations with Siri and Alexa today, asking them several things in multiple languages. I can tell he is processing numerous scenarios because he wanted to look up “school bus masks” on YouTube. That is one I had to process too. He struggled with bedtime, wanting a blanket that was on his head to be on his head, screaming at me to help him, and me telling him it was on his head. He gets upset when he wants it differently than what it is doing. I can’t make him understand that a blanket will come down on his head as soon as he puts his hands down. This keeps him spinning in circles. I’m thankful for how far he has come and where tomorrow will take us. Believe in yourself and the rest will follow. Today is the first day of the rest of your life and you can move mountains if you want to. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.