Noise is never our friend and it was very loud last night for many different reasons. It woke us both up very early but Owen was in a great mood and telling me all kinds of things. He couldn’t wait to get to school and he kept asking about his teacher.
I decided to tell him about going to see “Night Santa” next Friday and he was super excited. The therapy clinic Owen goes to for music has an annual 5K event and Santa comes. We went last year and Owen started calling him “night Santa” because we saw him at night. We also see another Santa at Cabela’s and he thinks he hangs out with the Easter bunny and brings him with him. He wants to go out to dinner with “Night Santa.”
“Operation Shorts” is underway. He asked all morning if he could wear shorts and I told him the only way was to wear them over jogger pants. I know a lot of people who wear shorts even in the winter, my brother was one of them, but with Owen, it is hard to explain rules and specific reasons about clothes. Plus, he doesn’t always react to being too hot or too cold. He gladly put his shorts over a pair of jogger pants and I sent a note to his teacher explaining it. I am also hoping that maybe this will put a spin on his blue pants. Next up is getting him to wear a different pair of shoes and socks again.
We got ready to wait for the bus and he wanted to make sure I knew he was not going to scream at his teacher. I try to go over the kindness rules often and then he randomly will explain them back to me while occasionally screaming the kindness rules. Thankfully he truly has such a kind heart and screaming is mostly when he is having a hard time emotionally processing something. And of course the attention-getter kind. It was pure joy that washed over his face as he saw the bus coming. He was so ready to get to school and see his people.
His school was let out early because of a water main break. He rode home on the bus and promptly told me all the things that were broken meaning all his activities he couldn’t do this afternoon. He uses the words “broke” and “broken” when something doesn’t go according to plan or work right. He then told me he wants it to all be “leprechauned” so it will be new on Monday. When we had bad storms that left some of our area without power or phones amongst other things for quite some time he told me that the leprechauns were there fixing his school and other places. I’m not quite sure how he decided this but now everything needs to be “leprechauned” and I absolutely love it. I am hoping the leprechauns might have suggestions about blue pants.
He was so incredibly calm for the rest of the day. He would occasionally come to ask about school on Monday and if he would see his teacher but thankfully he wasn’t stressed about it. He also wanted to confirm if he “slept upper all night” that he would get to see his grandma tomorrow and church on Sunday. I confirmed that as well.
Bedtime came and he quickly fell asleep, yelling out about the leprechauns, “Night Santa,” and his plans for tomorrow. My heart is full and I’m glad my sweet baby O had a good day. I’m thankful that I am finally feeling better from this round of chemo and I’m excited about being able to do comedy tomorrow to laugh the cancer right out of me. Laughter truly is the best cure for it all. Find your smile, find your joy, and share it with the world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I decided to tell him about going to see “Night Santa” next Friday and he was super excited. The therapy clinic Owen goes to for music has an annual 5K event and Santa comes. We went last year and Owen started calling him “night Santa” because we saw him at night. We also see another Santa at Cabela’s and he thinks he hangs out with the Easter bunny and brings him with him. He wants to go out to dinner with “Night Santa.”
“Operation Shorts” is underway. He asked all morning if he could wear shorts and I told him the only way was to wear them over jogger pants. I know a lot of people who wear shorts even in the winter, my brother was one of them, but with Owen, it is hard to explain rules and specific reasons about clothes. Plus, he doesn’t always react to being too hot or too cold. He gladly put his shorts over a pair of jogger pants and I sent a note to his teacher explaining it. I am also hoping that maybe this will put a spin on his blue pants. Next up is getting him to wear a different pair of shoes and socks again.
We got ready to wait for the bus and he wanted to make sure I knew he was not going to scream at his teacher. I try to go over the kindness rules often and then he randomly will explain them back to me while occasionally screaming the kindness rules. Thankfully he truly has such a kind heart and screaming is mostly when he is having a hard time emotionally processing something. And of course the attention-getter kind. It was pure joy that washed over his face as he saw the bus coming. He was so ready to get to school and see his people.
His school was let out early because of a water main break. He rode home on the bus and promptly told me all the things that were broken meaning all his activities he couldn’t do this afternoon. He uses the words “broke” and “broken” when something doesn’t go according to plan or work right. He then told me he wants it to all be “leprechauned” so it will be new on Monday. When we had bad storms that left some of our area without power or phones amongst other things for quite some time he told me that the leprechauns were there fixing his school and other places. I’m not quite sure how he decided this but now everything needs to be “leprechauned” and I absolutely love it. I am hoping the leprechauns might have suggestions about blue pants.
He was so incredibly calm for the rest of the day. He would occasionally come to ask about school on Monday and if he would see his teacher but thankfully he wasn’t stressed about it. He also wanted to confirm if he “slept upper all night” that he would get to see his grandma tomorrow and church on Sunday. I confirmed that as well.
Bedtime came and he quickly fell asleep, yelling out about the leprechauns, “Night Santa,” and his plans for tomorrow. My heart is full and I’m glad my sweet baby O had a good day. I’m thankful that I am finally feeling better from this round of chemo and I’m excited about being able to do comedy tomorrow to laugh the cancer right out of me. Laughter truly is the best cure for it all. Find your smile, find your joy, and share it with the world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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