The exciting world of Owen is exciting. He was playing a space game that he hadn’t played in years and naming all the planets as the characters flew across the galaxy. As the characters loaded into the rocket ship, he jumped up and down, yelling “Monkey panda dog I appreciate you so much have a great day I love you I appreciate you so much.” His enthusiasm was contagious. He only talked a little bit about his therapy for tomorrow but talked a lot about his best friend and if he would be a camp over the summer.
Sleep for Owen has been going great and this morning when he woke up he was pretty calm as the morning went on compared to most mornings. I think he is settling into the fact that routine has returned. He asked numerous times when we could go outside to meet the bus but he wasn’t upset about waiting. It wasn’t long and he was off and oh so happy to be going to his happy place so he could “ride the bus home stay home stay home not go anywhere” until his next happy day were some of his parting words before he got on the bus.
He ran off the bus to get to the porch. Most of the same words he said before he got on the bus were about the same as he said when he saw me. We walked inside and he first went to check on his clothing. Oh, how laundry has become a big deal again. He doesn’t want anything in his dresser or the bins and when I put it up he takes it out as soon as he can. He then returned to the front door to give me his jacket but before he could hand it to me it got “stuck” on the wall and immediately started “bleeding it’s bleeding.” His shirt was the next piece of clothing to go through the bleeding experience but this time it was on the kitchen cabinet. Truly I wish I knew how this started and I wish I could figure out a way to convince him to move on from it.
He was thrilled that he gets to see so many of his people tomorrow. He couldn’t wait to go to sleep so it will be Thursday. No convincing him that we could go anywhere today because he informed me that he can’t because he is going somewhere tomorrow. I tried to explain to him that we could make dinner plans tomorrow night and he said, “No no no school then therapy then Chick-fil-A then home.” We will see if the Chick-fil-A plan continues but he means business about only the things he wants to do.
The laundry and bleeding continued through the night. I washed his “little blue jeans” per his request for tomorrow. And then they will go into hiding again. I’m hoping that giving him enough clothes in his dresser for only a few days will keep him from taking them all out. He didn’t like it in the bins so I think the rest will have to go into hiding until I can figure out why he no longer wants it in his dresser.
As the night wore on he didn’t stop asking me if his therapist would have “yellow hair” and what she would be wearing when he saw her tomorrow. I told him that if he was worried about her clothing we could stay home if it was too upsetting. He said, “No” so I said we then have to be fine with whatever she chooses to wear. He didn’t exactly see it like that but he still wants to go. Oh, how I wish I could understand how he thinks through all these things and processes them.
I said to him, “If I say tomorrow you have to wear tan pants what are you going to say?” He replied, “It’s ok good job.” I told him that is what he is expecting from everyone so I was glad that he said it was ok if he wore something different. In a little while he told me his therapist needed to wear blue scrubs. I said, “Tan pants it is for you tomorrow.” He said, “little blue jeans.” I asked him what his therapist could wear and he said, “Her choice gonna wear what gonna wear.” Maybe, just maybe everything will go smoothly so it will be his perfect day.
Bedtime wasn’t quite as anxious as the last few nights. I think he is settling back into the fact that routine is here again and he knows when his next break is. He already has that day planned so he can keep moving forward with his schedule. I’m thankful he was so happy today. Before he went to bed I had him once again carry all his clothes back to his dresser. Here’s to hoping that’s where they stay this time. His laugh told a big story today and his smile was even better. Dream big and change the world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Sleep for Owen has been going great and this morning when he woke up he was pretty calm as the morning went on compared to most mornings. I think he is settling into the fact that routine has returned. He asked numerous times when we could go outside to meet the bus but he wasn’t upset about waiting. It wasn’t long and he was off and oh so happy to be going to his happy place so he could “ride the bus home stay home stay home not go anywhere” until his next happy day were some of his parting words before he got on the bus.
He ran off the bus to get to the porch. Most of the same words he said before he got on the bus were about the same as he said when he saw me. We walked inside and he first went to check on his clothing. Oh, how laundry has become a big deal again. He doesn’t want anything in his dresser or the bins and when I put it up he takes it out as soon as he can. He then returned to the front door to give me his jacket but before he could hand it to me it got “stuck” on the wall and immediately started “bleeding it’s bleeding.” His shirt was the next piece of clothing to go through the bleeding experience but this time it was on the kitchen cabinet. Truly I wish I knew how this started and I wish I could figure out a way to convince him to move on from it.
He was thrilled that he gets to see so many of his people tomorrow. He couldn’t wait to go to sleep so it will be Thursday. No convincing him that we could go anywhere today because he informed me that he can’t because he is going somewhere tomorrow. I tried to explain to him that we could make dinner plans tomorrow night and he said, “No no no school then therapy then Chick-fil-A then home.” We will see if the Chick-fil-A plan continues but he means business about only the things he wants to do.
The laundry and bleeding continued through the night. I washed his “little blue jeans” per his request for tomorrow. And then they will go into hiding again. I’m hoping that giving him enough clothes in his dresser for only a few days will keep him from taking them all out. He didn’t like it in the bins so I think the rest will have to go into hiding until I can figure out why he no longer wants it in his dresser.
As the night wore on he didn’t stop asking me if his therapist would have “yellow hair” and what she would be wearing when he saw her tomorrow. I told him that if he was worried about her clothing we could stay home if it was too upsetting. He said, “No” so I said we then have to be fine with whatever she chooses to wear. He didn’t exactly see it like that but he still wants to go. Oh, how I wish I could understand how he thinks through all these things and processes them.
I said to him, “If I say tomorrow you have to wear tan pants what are you going to say?” He replied, “It’s ok good job.” I told him that is what he is expecting from everyone so I was glad that he said it was ok if he wore something different. In a little while he told me his therapist needed to wear blue scrubs. I said, “Tan pants it is for you tomorrow.” He said, “little blue jeans.” I asked him what his therapist could wear and he said, “Her choice gonna wear what gonna wear.” Maybe, just maybe everything will go smoothly so it will be his perfect day.
Bedtime wasn’t quite as anxious as the last few nights. I think he is settling back into the fact that routine is here again and he knows when his next break is. He already has that day planned so he can keep moving forward with his schedule. I’m thankful he was so happy today. Before he went to bed I had him once again carry all his clothes back to his dresser. Here’s to hoping that’s where they stay this time. His laugh told a big story today and his smile was even better. Dream big and change the world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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