I’m not quite sure what woke up Owen at “two o’clock in the morning” as he said but at least he let me sleep as much as I could. He was very excited about his day and that he got to go to therapy. I was up off and on all night. Right now everything feels like something and the somethings keep me up.
He couldn’t wait to go to school so he could tell his teacher that his best friend would be there in August. This is now a conversation that will have no end. He is so excited about it and I’m so excited about it for him but I’m not nearly as excited as he is and I’m hoping it meets all his expectations. I also think about his teacher and the other staff. His friend could possibly be in another classroom, which I would completely understand either way and support their decision, but I’m not sure how Owen will like it. I know it will be a great learning experience for him either way and they will still see each other a lot since the classes work with each other.
He had a very busy morning and seemed to be going through a very hyper and loud stage. Inside voice is now a thing of the past. I try to lower my voice so that he has to concentrate more on what I’m saying but this doesn’t always keep his attention. The good news he has been very happy this past week and laughs all the time.
He is back to not wanting me out of the “white bed” in the mornings. He wants me to sit and not walk around. He is so much calmer when he knows what I am doing. He gets upset when I try to do anything different than the usual routine. We got dressed and he was ready to go wait for the bus. He saw the bus turn the corner and he asked me if he was going to see his teacher many times before he would even head towards the bus. Off he ran and then off they went.
I picked him up from school and he told me that his teacher would be happy because he tore the papers and he laughed and laughed. I asked him if he thought his teacher would be happy and he said, “No.” On our way to therapy, he told me that he was going to see his friend every day when school started. I once again prayed all his dreams would come true.
He certainly was confused as to what he wanted to do after his therapy yet knew exactly what he wanted to do. He said, “Therapy and then straight home.” After he said that many times he said, “Gino’s pizza please.” I asked him if he decided to go to the park and then get the pizza. He said, “Owen’s not going.” I told him that he was the one who said he wanted a pizza and he said, “no pizza today.” I said ok straight home and he said, “Take me by the blue church.” I said I thought you wanted to go straight home. He said, “After the blue church and pizza.” He told me that the Gino’s sign smiles at him. When he came out of therapy he decided he wanted to not go straight home, get Chick-fil-A, and drive by the blue church. It’s always an adventure.
On the way home he started laughing again about “now” and “verp.” I knew where this was going. He loves the school app they use and he is learning about nouns and verbs. He laughs because he likes to make the wrong choices on the app so he can hear the “boing” noise and says it extremely loudly. The louder the better is how it is starting to go for everything.
When we got home we ate our dinner and Owen got louder and louder as the night went on. I think it was partly to keep himself awake. He brought up all the videos and actions that he knows I don’t like. The more he talked, the more he laughed, and the more he thought of other things I wouldn’t like. He started throwing his teacher into the mix and telling me she would like it. I asked him if that was true and he laughed more, saying “no.”
The night concluded with him wanting to lick my head every chance he got even though he didn’t lick it once. He would walk up to me and stand up really tall to try to get to my head, once again laughing hysterically very loudly. It was an interesting evening and I prayed this would all translate to sleeping through the night for both of us. The talking was nonstop and the questions were even more. Nights like these are exhausting but his laughter keeps me going, even when the laughter comes from pure mischief that he is getting into. Celebrate your progress, be thankful for the moments of joy, and know that you are amazing. Smiles to all and donut daze!
He couldn’t wait to go to school so he could tell his teacher that his best friend would be there in August. This is now a conversation that will have no end. He is so excited about it and I’m so excited about it for him but I’m not nearly as excited as he is and I’m hoping it meets all his expectations. I also think about his teacher and the other staff. His friend could possibly be in another classroom, which I would completely understand either way and support their decision, but I’m not sure how Owen will like it. I know it will be a great learning experience for him either way and they will still see each other a lot since the classes work with each other.
He had a very busy morning and seemed to be going through a very hyper and loud stage. Inside voice is now a thing of the past. I try to lower my voice so that he has to concentrate more on what I’m saying but this doesn’t always keep his attention. The good news he has been very happy this past week and laughs all the time.
He is back to not wanting me out of the “white bed” in the mornings. He wants me to sit and not walk around. He is so much calmer when he knows what I am doing. He gets upset when I try to do anything different than the usual routine. We got dressed and he was ready to go wait for the bus. He saw the bus turn the corner and he asked me if he was going to see his teacher many times before he would even head towards the bus. Off he ran and then off they went.
I picked him up from school and he told me that his teacher would be happy because he tore the papers and he laughed and laughed. I asked him if he thought his teacher would be happy and he said, “No.” On our way to therapy, he told me that he was going to see his friend every day when school started. I once again prayed all his dreams would come true.
He certainly was confused as to what he wanted to do after his therapy yet knew exactly what he wanted to do. He said, “Therapy and then straight home.” After he said that many times he said, “Gino’s pizza please.” I asked him if he decided to go to the park and then get the pizza. He said, “Owen’s not going.” I told him that he was the one who said he wanted a pizza and he said, “no pizza today.” I said ok straight home and he said, “Take me by the blue church.” I said I thought you wanted to go straight home. He said, “After the blue church and pizza.” He told me that the Gino’s sign smiles at him. When he came out of therapy he decided he wanted to not go straight home, get Chick-fil-A, and drive by the blue church. It’s always an adventure.
On the way home he started laughing again about “now” and “verp.” I knew where this was going. He loves the school app they use and he is learning about nouns and verbs. He laughs because he likes to make the wrong choices on the app so he can hear the “boing” noise and says it extremely loudly. The louder the better is how it is starting to go for everything.
When we got home we ate our dinner and Owen got louder and louder as the night went on. I think it was partly to keep himself awake. He brought up all the videos and actions that he knows I don’t like. The more he talked, the more he laughed, and the more he thought of other things I wouldn’t like. He started throwing his teacher into the mix and telling me she would like it. I asked him if that was true and he laughed more, saying “no.”
The night concluded with him wanting to lick my head every chance he got even though he didn’t lick it once. He would walk up to me and stand up really tall to try to get to my head, once again laughing hysterically very loudly. It was an interesting evening and I prayed this would all translate to sleeping through the night for both of us. The talking was nonstop and the questions were even more. Nights like these are exhausting but his laughter keeps me going, even when the laughter comes from pure mischief that he is getting into. Celebrate your progress, be thankful for the moments of joy, and know that you are amazing. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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