Owen is on a sleeping trend and quite proud of it. He was calm with a side of anxiousness. He started with his inquisitive questions right away about who he was going to see and what else was happening. He informed me that we were staying home and he was not going anywhere when he got home from school. I need to try to change up his days a little more but that doesn’t always go according to plan either.
Clothes were a big topic. He wanted to make sure his “little blue jeans” would be clean for Saturday. I wonder sometimes if he might like to wear a uniform but when he goes out and everyone else isn’t in the uniform what would he then think? I can’t wait until one day he can put it all into words what he is thinking about and why jeans mean so much to him at this point. My guesses sometimes are correct for things that he can tell me years later but this one I’m not truly sure why.
He used to always tell me “Turn right at the kangaroo” on one particular street. I still don’t know what it meant but when there was road construction he changed it to “turn left at the kangaroo.” When the road was completely changed and the lights taken down he stopped talking about the kangaroo. All I can think of is a sign or maybe even a tree that looked like a kangaroo to him. Things like this are part of our daily lives. He talks in a beautiful language but I don’t always understand the translations. I sure do try though.
He was so happy to be going to school. He reminds me to brush his teeth and take his supplements even though he says every day that he is going to “put it on the ground.” The “bleeding jacket” came next. We got it on and thankfully it wasn’t “bleeding” as soon as we got outside but it got “caught” on everything. I’m not sure why this has become a thing as well. But it’s a thing.
I feel like he had a lot to unpack when he got off the bus. He wanted me to know he went to the bathroom at school. I told him that it was a good thing to do. He then told me his finger was bleeding and his jacket was too. I asked him if his finger was bleeding because I knew his jacket wasn’t. He showed me his finger and said, “It’s like a hangnail maybe a paper cut.” I asked him if he would like a Band-Aid and he said, “Yes.” I put a camo one on him and he still had it on when he went to bed. I think that is an all-time record. It wasn’t bleeding but it was a little red. He told me that he was a “big boy and doesn’t need to bite his finger he has to breathe.” So much incredible information.
The plot twist with the toilet talk took him immediately to talking about putting Play-Doh in the toilet. This led him to show me YouTube videos of people putting Play-Doh in the toilet. I asked him if he really wanted to show me the videos because he knew that he was not supposed to put Play-Doh in the toilet. He immediately deleted the videos from his history, which I didn’t even realize he could do, and started listing what could and could not go in the toilet.
He talked a lot all night long. He moved on to what grade he would be in tomorrow, over Easter break, when it got to summer, and when he started school in August. After we discussed that he would be in seventh and eighth grade he went through some of his other classmates. He told me he would be a teenage boy through all of this. His mind was just going and going.
He started talking about his clothes and I told him a new subject because he asked for his “little blue jeans” on Saturday so he moved onto his birthday. He first started talking about the pool for summer and then he told me that he wanted his birthday at the indoor pool! Let me say that again he said he wanted his birthday party at the indoor pool! He asked for a birthday party. We talked about him having it at the bowling alley or the pool but he actually asked for it. He then listed all his friends and wanted to have them at his party! He said “birthday pool.” This is absolutely the best feeling in the world to hear my most amazing son ask for a birthday party!!
The talking didn’t stop all night but mostly they changed to questions instead of talking to me about his stories. He wanted to know about his therapy tomorrow and he kept asking. He wanted me to confirm everything for years to come and I told him that we had to focus on today. He sang it back to me as I taught him to sing it and I reminded myself how far he has come. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. I talk to my miracle every day. The challenges you faced today will be your victories of tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Clothes were a big topic. He wanted to make sure his “little blue jeans” would be clean for Saturday. I wonder sometimes if he might like to wear a uniform but when he goes out and everyone else isn’t in the uniform what would he then think? I can’t wait until one day he can put it all into words what he is thinking about and why jeans mean so much to him at this point. My guesses sometimes are correct for things that he can tell me years later but this one I’m not truly sure why.
He used to always tell me “Turn right at the kangaroo” on one particular street. I still don’t know what it meant but when there was road construction he changed it to “turn left at the kangaroo.” When the road was completely changed and the lights taken down he stopped talking about the kangaroo. All I can think of is a sign or maybe even a tree that looked like a kangaroo to him. Things like this are part of our daily lives. He talks in a beautiful language but I don’t always understand the translations. I sure do try though.
He was so happy to be going to school. He reminds me to brush his teeth and take his supplements even though he says every day that he is going to “put it on the ground.” The “bleeding jacket” came next. We got it on and thankfully it wasn’t “bleeding” as soon as we got outside but it got “caught” on everything. I’m not sure why this has become a thing as well. But it’s a thing.
I feel like he had a lot to unpack when he got off the bus. He wanted me to know he went to the bathroom at school. I told him that it was a good thing to do. He then told me his finger was bleeding and his jacket was too. I asked him if his finger was bleeding because I knew his jacket wasn’t. He showed me his finger and said, “It’s like a hangnail maybe a paper cut.” I asked him if he would like a Band-Aid and he said, “Yes.” I put a camo one on him and he still had it on when he went to bed. I think that is an all-time record. It wasn’t bleeding but it was a little red. He told me that he was a “big boy and doesn’t need to bite his finger he has to breathe.” So much incredible information.
The plot twist with the toilet talk took him immediately to talking about putting Play-Doh in the toilet. This led him to show me YouTube videos of people putting Play-Doh in the toilet. I asked him if he really wanted to show me the videos because he knew that he was not supposed to put Play-Doh in the toilet. He immediately deleted the videos from his history, which I didn’t even realize he could do, and started listing what could and could not go in the toilet.
He talked a lot all night long. He moved on to what grade he would be in tomorrow, over Easter break, when it got to summer, and when he started school in August. After we discussed that he would be in seventh and eighth grade he went through some of his other classmates. He told me he would be a teenage boy through all of this. His mind was just going and going.
He started talking about his clothes and I told him a new subject because he asked for his “little blue jeans” on Saturday so he moved onto his birthday. He first started talking about the pool for summer and then he told me that he wanted his birthday at the indoor pool! Let me say that again he said he wanted his birthday party at the indoor pool! He asked for a birthday party. We talked about him having it at the bowling alley or the pool but he actually asked for it. He then listed all his friends and wanted to have them at his party! He said “birthday pool.” This is absolutely the best feeling in the world to hear my most amazing son ask for a birthday party!!
The talking didn’t stop all night but mostly they changed to questions instead of talking to me about his stories. He wanted to know about his therapy tomorrow and he kept asking. He wanted me to confirm everything for years to come and I told him that we had to focus on today. He sang it back to me as I taught him to sing it and I reminded myself how far he has come. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. I talk to my miracle every day. The challenges you faced today will be your victories of tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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