I’m already dreading the end of June. I don’t want summer school to end. It feels like Owen is clicking into the routine perfectly and this makes me happy. He slept all night, kinda. Woke around fourish and then slept in my bed until fiveish. The times all blend together but these little later times are at least helping me rest more. He was so happy to go to school today and “mommy pick me up” was his banter sprinkled in between us listening to “I want chocolate milk please” in all the languages and me telling him how to ask his teacher for help taking off his seatbelt safety harness. I try to provide him with words he can use to hold a conversation with his teacher when he sees her. He wears his safety belt on the bus and then they put it in his backpack until he rides the bus home. When I went to pick him up from school his teacher said he had a great day. And our sweet baby O was ready to get to therapy. He struggles with his fine motor skills and I struggle with him struggling with his fine motor skills. It makes me sad. I wish I could find more ways to increase his muscular strength and dexterity. We are all working together to find ways to help him. Sometimes it feels like he has no interest in learning the skills so he won’t try the activities and other times it feels like his brain is not telling him how to move his hands or other body parts. It took him years to learn how to point and count with his fingers so I will never give up hope that he will be able to do more. On the way home from therapy he started talking about what I was going to wear tomorrow. I’m at my blue pants capacity. I’m thankful at this point he isn’t crying anymore about it. I told him I was wearing camo pants and he said, “orange shirt”. It felt like a victory. When I was putting away his laundry I pulled out a pair of black jeans. He called them blue pants. But he often refers to things incorrectly only to then say them with the right name. I told him he could wear them tomorrow. He agreed to that too, once again calling them “blue pants”. He knows all of his colors though so I’m not sure why he is calling them blue. I forgot his blanket that is supposed to be on the couch was in the dryer. He let me know as soon as we got home it wasn’t there. I got it out of the dryer and he was happy. He didn’t touch it or use it but it was where it was supposed to be. It is one of those things he needs when he needs it and he needs it to be where he needs it to be. “Put D” I heard from the living room and then him saying “this this old man put D”. I said, “this with a T” overexaggerating the T sound. He still says “dis” but is learning how to spell it correctly once he sees it or hears me say it. He said, “T H I S” spelling each letter, and off he ran to watch the video. He is amazing and moving those mountains to learn his skills. I’m praying for tonight to be a great sleeping night. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Be brave, be strong, and know that you can move mountains if you set your mind to it. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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