We slept better. He woke around one, got into bed with me, proclaiming “blue bed” but then fell asleep quickly and we slept until well after five. It made have even been later in the darn bladder patrol hadn’t announced itself loud and clear so off to the bathroom I went. He was extremely calm and interactive though from the minute we woke up. He was still giving me directions and anxious about when we were leaving for the park but at least he was not screaming about it. I was doing sign language with him. I spell the words with my fingers and have him tell me the letters. Usually, he’s done before I get one letter out. He spelled three words with me and then said the words he spelled before he ran off to play. We left to go to the park with our friends. The only thing was the park we were going to was closed because they were setting up for a festival. Owen was so upset. He was crying in the car. Thankfully I remembered there was another small park near us and we were able to go. I don’t like to take him to open places because he tends to run and depending on what play equipment they have since he likes to go as high as he can on everything and I want him to be safe. He was very anxious about wanting to leave the park but every time I asked if he was ready to go he said no. He loved swinging but other than that he kinda sat. When we came home he had fish for lunch and he was sitting at the table saying “yum”. When I was fixing cheese and fruit for myself I offered Owen some. He didn’t want the fruit but he did have it in the cheese. It was cranberry white cheddar cheese. He cleaned his plate of it and as I was bringing him more he said, “one more time”. He then took a bite and said, “that’s good eats”. I’m not sure where that came from but it made me laugh. I had walked to my room to put something away and he starts yelling from the other room “black pants blllack paantz black panttaza”. I am not quite sure why he was yelling it but he started watching a video with someone that was in black pants. Felt like there was a breakthrough happening of some kind. I showed him two different bags of chips. He tapped the one bag like he was tapping into a wrestling match and he said, “these chips”. Today was all about the food it seems. I gave him eight chicken fingers for dinner and he devoured them. I had cooked six more but didn’t put them on his plate in case he didn’t eat them all since he had been eating all day. I said, “do you want more chicken?” He told me yes. I said, one, two, three, four, five, or six”. When I got to four he said, “four” but I kept counting and he then said, “six all six”. And he ate them all. We laughed a lot more today than most days. He was able to take his mind of off some things on his own throughout the day. He also let me wear a hat to the park without him trying to take it off. It was our compromise. Since I wore blue pants and pink shoes instead of my camo pants that I wanted to wear I told him I was going to wear my pink hat. After the last few days, today felt a little lighter and brighter. I’m hoping that he sleeps as well as he did last night and wakes up happy again. Nothing is better than hearing his belly gut laugh. Find your smile, share your laugh, and believe in the miracles yet to happen. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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