The day started how yesterday ended. Owen’s prayer last night for thanking God for our church. He came to me at the new “five oh one” with the time change so I think he can read the clock because he is consistently coming right at five now. I heard him running to me, then he was an inch from my nose, and said, I get to go to Bible Center Church. It makes my heart happy that he loves our church and he knows that it is one of our special places.
He was calm for over an hour and then he began to spiral. I’m not quite sure what happened but all he wanted to do was yell at me. He was doing his breathing exercises but doing them fast so they were not helping. We talked for a few minutes about behavior and he went to sit in the other room. I think sometimes he starts trying to get me going and then he can’t figure out how to stop being upset or focused on watching my emotions, maybe. He is still learning to process it all.
“Bandaids three bandaids,” he said, “it took it away.” He looked at his hand where the boo boo had been. He said, “it’s clean.” I told him the skin heals over time but the bandaids helped protect it. He didn’t need three bandaids like he didn’t need five the time before but if one bandaid is good more is even better. It was easily a month or two ago when he last had a bandaid on, I think, but his memories weave in and out of our daily lives like a tight woven plaid that thickens with the different directions.
He wanted a straw with his milk. I love how he asks for what he wants now. I am trying to get him to understand he shouldn’t chew on the straw though. With that being said there may be a reason for him chewing. The good news he hasn’t been chewing his finger as much since he has been chewing the straw though. I make sure he isn’t chewing through the straw. He goes to the dentist next week so I will talk to her about what she thinks. We have tried so many different types of sensory chews and the straw is the only thing that he has somewhat liked.
I put together his full week of clothes sets in his new bins to see what he thought. I explained that these were his clothes for the week ahead and he got to choose the bin he wanted. When they were gone we would start again. I was surprised by how excited he got when he saw the “light blue” jeans in the bins. I was more shocked because he called them “light blue” and he selected them over the “designer blue jeans” or any of the other “little blue jeans.” So now I’m beyond fascinated to see if I can figure out why he switched to “light” instead of “little” for these. He keeps me on my toes but he gladly put the complete outfit on without any hesitation.
We got ready for church and headed out the door. Every time something falls or isn’t going exactly as he thinks it should he yells “Pay attention.” Nerves of spaghetti I tell ya. A car was not where he wanted it to be and he yelled at me to pay attention. Then he goes into what I’ve been trying to explain to him that not everything can be controlled and sometimes it is a mistake or life happening. I pray this is not one of those things he holds onto for years and he stops yelling “Pay attention.”
He was very happy to be at church and had a great time. His friend walked out to the car with him and he talked about him and his father all the way home. He wants to go places with them and I love how much my little social butterfly is growing. He didn’t want to get something to eat after church. Instead, he wanted to drive by the “blue church” and eat chicken sticks when we got home.
He was mostly calm as the night went on. He would not take his shoes off or change out of his pants until bedtime and that was even pushing it. He would have left them on for bedtime if I had let him. It is amazing how much he loves these shoes. He also asked me to get him some jean shorts for next summer.
The time change had him very thrown off so he was ready for his old bedtime and he wanted me to tell him all about his days ahead. Each day one of us has something going on so it will be a very busy week ahead. He went over how he would talk to everyone tomorrow and that everyone needed kindness and grace. I’m glad he is thinking about it. He fell asleep quickly and I pray we both sleep well tonight. I’m thankful for his incredible growth. Let yesteryear go and keep moving forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
He was calm for over an hour and then he began to spiral. I’m not quite sure what happened but all he wanted to do was yell at me. He was doing his breathing exercises but doing them fast so they were not helping. We talked for a few minutes about behavior and he went to sit in the other room. I think sometimes he starts trying to get me going and then he can’t figure out how to stop being upset or focused on watching my emotions, maybe. He is still learning to process it all.
“Bandaids three bandaids,” he said, “it took it away.” He looked at his hand where the boo boo had been. He said, “it’s clean.” I told him the skin heals over time but the bandaids helped protect it. He didn’t need three bandaids like he didn’t need five the time before but if one bandaid is good more is even better. It was easily a month or two ago when he last had a bandaid on, I think, but his memories weave in and out of our daily lives like a tight woven plaid that thickens with the different directions.
He wanted a straw with his milk. I love how he asks for what he wants now. I am trying to get him to understand he shouldn’t chew on the straw though. With that being said there may be a reason for him chewing. The good news he hasn’t been chewing his finger as much since he has been chewing the straw though. I make sure he isn’t chewing through the straw. He goes to the dentist next week so I will talk to her about what she thinks. We have tried so many different types of sensory chews and the straw is the only thing that he has somewhat liked.
I put together his full week of clothes sets in his new bins to see what he thought. I explained that these were his clothes for the week ahead and he got to choose the bin he wanted. When they were gone we would start again. I was surprised by how excited he got when he saw the “light blue” jeans in the bins. I was more shocked because he called them “light blue” and he selected them over the “designer blue jeans” or any of the other “little blue jeans.” So now I’m beyond fascinated to see if I can figure out why he switched to “light” instead of “little” for these. He keeps me on my toes but he gladly put the complete outfit on without any hesitation.
We got ready for church and headed out the door. Every time something falls or isn’t going exactly as he thinks it should he yells “Pay attention.” Nerves of spaghetti I tell ya. A car was not where he wanted it to be and he yelled at me to pay attention. Then he goes into what I’ve been trying to explain to him that not everything can be controlled and sometimes it is a mistake or life happening. I pray this is not one of those things he holds onto for years and he stops yelling “Pay attention.”
He was very happy to be at church and had a great time. His friend walked out to the car with him and he talked about him and his father all the way home. He wants to go places with them and I love how much my little social butterfly is growing. He didn’t want to get something to eat after church. Instead, he wanted to drive by the “blue church” and eat chicken sticks when we got home.
He was mostly calm as the night went on. He would not take his shoes off or change out of his pants until bedtime and that was even pushing it. He would have left them on for bedtime if I had let him. It is amazing how much he loves these shoes. He also asked me to get him some jean shorts for next summer.
The time change had him very thrown off so he was ready for his old bedtime and he wanted me to tell him all about his days ahead. Each day one of us has something going on so it will be a very busy week ahead. He went over how he would talk to everyone tomorrow and that everyone needed kindness and grace. I’m glad he is thinking about it. He fell asleep quickly and I pray we both sleep well tonight. I’m thankful for his incredible growth. Let yesteryear go and keep moving forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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