Trying to establish a routine that has never been established before is interesting. You never realize how you are handling something until you take a closer look at it and then decide you have to change. I’m trying to set an even tighter routine for Owen, hoping that the structure will help him get through these days. I’ve always let him eat his snacks in the living room at his little table. But this is too easy for him to run around the house while eating, leaving the trail as he goes. After days of this, it finally occurred to me that I needed to create the routine I want him to have. So we started eating all our meals and snacks together and the kitchen table. It was an easier transition than I thought it was going to be, except for one little moment in time. I’ve been leaving his snacks for a while on the table so he could get milk when he wanted it. I went to the bathroom and I heard a noise. Noises are never good when I’m in the bathroom, but I didn’t hear “oww did you hurt yourself” so I figure something went somewhere. I walked out to see his drink and snack plate filled with most of his veggie straws on his little table in the living room. The other half were scattered on the kitchen floor, but I was like hey he moved his plate and got most of it to the table. I made him take it back to the kitchen table and we had his snack and played a couple of games. The games he was not as happy about, but I’m trying to throw some of those educational curveballs in when I can. The potty train was not as much of a wreck today and he ran to the bathroom numerous times, declaring, “ya got poop”. Hey, I’ll take those victories. What I try not to think about is all the jumping he does in our house as it shakes from his constant movement. Not quite fifty pounds doing a lot more than fifty jumps a day from all kinds of heights and locations leads to lots of fun. It’s the stuff like that I keep putting on the back burner and I try to put it out of my mind. One day at a time. He was calmer for the most part today. I reminded him that we are a team and together we would get through this. He kinda gave me a look at that point and I think he was processing what I said. There were joys and victories today and for that I’m thankful. Count your blessing, know the rocky road will become smooth once again, and tomorrow is a brand new day. 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.