When the rollercoaster is down it usually goes back up and through a loop. That’s about where I’m at. Owen had a good day, a repetitive day, but a good day. We slept an extra few minutes this morning which is always nice. He was a little on edge but he did most of the steps we needed to do in a pretty timely manner. After yesterday I prayed for a calm day for both of us. It’s all that behind the scenes mothering stuff that can be exhausting and Owen doesn’t understand. When you have a child that needs extra care through all the aspects you have to go through all the hoops to get there and some days sitting is simply what you want to do. I’m excited that he is taking the initiative to work on some of his exercises on his own. When we got outside to wait for the bus, he immediately started talking about the monkey and acting like a monkey. He did great with the action and started doing the movements. I’m excited to see where all his language skills will take him. He has been asking Siri and Alexa for more translations. When he came home from school, he sat at the table, ate a snack, and listened to everything in French and Spanish. I’m amazed at how fluent it feels like he is. He understands so much more than I can even imagine. To say he’s concerned about his teeth, growing in is probably an understatement. He has talked to his teacher about it and she is doing exactly the same thing as we are at home by trying to go over the fact that it is a tooth that is growing in and not one that he needs to lose. When he got off the bus, he immediately started talking to me about his tooth. “Wiggle it tooth loose a tooth loss tooth,” he said. He went on and on about what his tooth was doing and why it was not coming out. In words a lot of times he will actually say what he means but when he’s in the thought process, you can tell it’s a different meaning for him. He didn’t eat a lot for dinner but asked for a lot of foods today, none of which he had. He said, “pretzel popcorn pizza” and then he laughed and continued “no shrimp no chicken today.” I think sometimes he is having a conversation with me that we’ve already had and so he knows exactly how he wants it to go. He has a tiny sore on his pointer finger. He kept calling it his pinky finger. “Bandaid for booboo eat the bandaid”, he said. He wanted a bandaid so bandaid number one went on. A few minutes later he comes to me asking for “Spider-Man gloves cover booboo.” I told him he could wear them but it wouldn’t be good while he was eating dinner. Bandaid number two went on. Bandaid number three happened after I made sure bandaid number two was not eaten and then he told me his booboo couldn’t handle the bandaid so he took it off and “threw it in the trash.” I wanted to rejoice that no bandaids were eaten during this process. At one point during the bandaid frenzy his finger was such a concern he couldn’t go to the bathroom, he just stomped back and forth from the bathroom to the kitchen. Thankfully it all passed. “Dear God, George is a monkey thank you, God, Amen,” was his prayer tonight. I’m thankful for George too, God. He helps my boy sleep and is growing his independence. Through challenges we find growth and through our victories, we find the inspiration for tomorrow’s journey. 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.