Who needs sleep and other fine questions seem to trample through my mind at three o’clock in the morning. Owen crawled into bed with me and then slept great. I watched the minutes spin on the clock. He seemed calmly anxious all day. We had a lot going on but he seemed to handle most of it relatively fine except for the “baby scissors” and with that, I finally figured out what he was trying to tell me. Our morning started with him telling me he needed his “glasses off” and ran to get them. This felt like a big victory. I’m still amazed at how well he is doing with them. And my big laughter of the day came from his big belly gut laughter at the sound of a whale. He somehow stumbled upon “Alexa play whale noises”. This lead to a volcano eruption of laughter from him. He couldn’t stop laughing about it. When we got in the car it’s the never-ending distraction techniques that keep me in circles but I’m trying to find one that keeps him happy and meltdown free. All morning he was singing in French so when we got in the car I asked him to continue. He sang for me in French, German, Arabic, Chinese I think, and then Spanish. One after another without even skipping a beat. He didn’t even hesitate or tell me no. I couldn’t completely hear the Chinese song when he was singing it but it sounded like it from the tones. I don’t completely understand all of the languages but I’ve heard him say them all so many times that I’ve started to learn some of the words. We went to the optometrist office today to get Owen’s eyeglasses adjusted. At first, he didn’t want to go but once we got there he wanted to go watch Mickey Mouse with the doctor. When we were driving to the appointment he told me to “turn right baby scissors”. I again really didn’t know what he meant. It should have dawned on me but I couldn’t place what he was trying to say. Tonight it finally came together and he was so close with his words. He keeps trying to tell me where his previous babysitters lived. He told me tonight he wasn’t going to see one of his “baby scissors” anymore that he would “be with mommy” and I relaxed what he meant. Tonight he stood in front of the turned off television, looking at his reflection, and lifting his shirt. He was talking into the screen and told me he was going to “ride to the horses in little red wagon”. I think he has the right idea. Tomorrow we are going to a horse farm. We’ve driven by it so he knows the area and that will bring him some comfort but I think he will be even happier with the security of his little red wagon and we will see how it goes. And it’s therapy day so one by one we are clicking the days off until school starts again. I’m still smiling at his belly guy laughs and I’m thankful he had a pretty calm day with only a few outbursts. Tomorrow is a brand new day. Celebrate your victories and celebrate ours. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.