Is two in the morning consider day or night, I really don’t know anymore. It all seems to blend together. Two days of not having routine means Owen is in full makeup mode. He kindly told me that he was going to grandma's. And by kindly I mean all night long. If I forgot he was there to remind me. I did not know this but you can put the syllable sound on every single letter of the word grandma and make it sound completely like grandma at two, three, four, and five o’clock in the morning. I informed him that if I didn’t get some sleep he wouldn’t be going to grandma’s and he said, “I want chocolate milk please”. I told him that it would be a few minutes. He brought me the chocolate syrup. The last couple of times I’ve ordered for our grocery delivery they didn’t have chocolate almond milk so I’ve been making him chocolate milk by adding the syrup. When I was pouring the last of the chocolate milk that I made into his cup I said, “it’s the end of the chocolate milk”. He said, “oh no what we gonna do”. I thought remember you brought me the syrup earlier we’ll make some more. We sat eating our breakfast and he dropped his tablet on the ground. I sat here in amazement as he tried to pick up his tablet with his toes. When he got it partially up he leaned over to get it. When I was awake enough, after a couple of pots of coffee and a few catnaps we made the track to grandma’s. On the way there I asked him lots of questions. “What color are your shoes”, I asked. “Red”, he told me, finally wearing the new pair I got him so he would be able to choose which ones he wanted to wear. When I got to the color of his shirt he said, “green it’s a jacket”. He was right. He was wearing a shirt underneath it but he couldn’t see it. I explained that he had his grey shirt on underneath. I asked him what color his hair was and he said brown. I moved on to what color mommy’s hair is and he said, “yellow”. I’ll take it. I had him add numbers for me and it felt like math was clicking more for him. He wasn’t guessing, when he said the wrong number he changed it to the right one. When I picked him up from grandma’s I could tell he was exhausted. I told him I didn’t know which one of us was crankier. He said, “err err”. I told him he wins. There were so many new connections for him today and he took instructions well. I asked him to go get me the broom that I left by the front door, wondering what would happen because only a few days ago he had trouble finding something else for me. He quickly ran to the front door, looked around it, and then brought me the broom. My heart leapt for joy. Today was full of emotions and victories, sleeplessness and gratefulness, and a whole lot of tired love. Tonight I have a feeling church will be on Owen’s mind. Let the world see your smile even on the rainy days. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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