The trend continued. Owen came to my room sometime in the middle of the night and got into bed with me. Thankfully he went right back to sleep again. I keep hoping that he will start sleeping through the night again but at least he has been falling back asleep when he comes to my bed. He woke up very slowly, not wanting me to get out of bed, and he didn’t want to get out of bed. I told him that I had to go to the bathroom and if he didn’t want to get up then he wouldn’t be able to go to school. He followed my lead. He wanted me to sit and that topped my list of things I wanted to do too, right after coffee. We didn’t have much time before we had to get ready for the bus. He put on his shirt and pants for me with little help except I had to button and zip his pants. He then put his socks on but he still doesn’t completely understand that the grey part goes on the bottom of his foot. I helped him adjust it and then he put his shoes on. He does really well with putting the shoe itself on but he has a hard time keeping the tongue up as he is doing it. Once I helped him fix that we worked on pulling the Velcro shut. It completely depends on the day as to how that goes. We have been through so many shoe styles with him over the years and the victories are kept close to my heart. I pray every day that Velcro continues to work for him. Slip-on shoes easily upset him, sandals he likes until he is actually the one that is wearing them, and tie shoes are a constantly revolving door that may or may not work depending on if the tie stays exactly in the right place and it is made even harder because he constantly tugs on them. All of this is in combination of where his pant leg falls across his shoe completely changes how he feels about his shoes and if he will wear them. The day he asked me for bunny slippers will always have a special place in my heart. And the fact that he wore them makes it even better. I never imagined the complexity that making a shoe choice could be. When he came home from school he was in a great mood. He ate, and ate, and ate some more. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich when he got home. He ate it all, some sliced cheese, and veggie straws. And then requested pizza. I didn’t have any pizza left. I told him and he said, “pizza tomorrow”. He then asked me for “shrimp please” and I was sad to say I was out of shrimp too. He said, “shrimp tomorrow”. To say the least, I now have a grocery delivery coming for tomorrow. We will see how much he eats tomorrow because he didn’t stop eating all night. The bedtime process is always a hit or a miss but I’m praying tonight the sleep part is the best part. Tomorrow is therapy day so sometimes Wednesday nights don’t go according to plan and we’ll see if “chicken nuggets drive-thru” calls his name or if pizza and shrimp will be the winners. He was very calm all night, listening to me, and interacting with me. I’m thankful for how far his communication skills are coming. His big hugs make my heart happy. Keep moving forward, smile along the way, and make yourself happy. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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