Sleep is a beautiful thing. Thankfully Owen is sleeping again. Me, not so much. I’m not back to the not sleeping because I can’t sleep but still the not sleeping because I’m not completely feeling well. Owen woke almost joyful, that seems the best way to describe it. We were quickly back to our routine like the Christmas break didn’t even take place. I went to the bathroom, he went to the bathroom, I fixed my coffee, and he stood with his hand on the light switch like it was the pulse to everything that was happening next. As soon as I closed the refrigerator door and picked up my coffee that light was out and he was in pursuit of his tablet. I like the morning time we have together on these days. He sits with me playing on his tablet and sharing tidbits of information until it is time to get ready. He was excited. He knew he was going on the bus. Once we walked out that door he was clearly focused on two things, talking about French and the bus coming around the corner. I tried to work on some of his eye exercises but that wasn’t something he wanted to do. When the bus turned that corner he was ecstatic and off he went. I couldn’t wait to hear if he would tell me anything about his day. When he got off the bus he wanted to talk about the aide not wearing blue pants. I’m not even sure what to try to distract him with any more. The blue pants thing is in full swing again. It was the storm after the calm. He probably had been sitting calmly on the bus the whole time and then he saw she wasn’t wearing blue pants and he got upset. I was hoping that it would be forgotten, knowing it wouldn’t. I wanted to cry. After we got past that he started talking about all his requests for places he wanted to go and a new one with a twist. He wanted to go to Chuck E. Cheese so that he could talk with BeatBo and the robots he saw there. He told me I needed a hug when we got inside. After he finished eating his snack he came and sat in my lap singing with me. Then he started watching a video about the Peekaboo Sesame Street app. For whatever reason, it’s no longer an option as an app. This is not something that I can explain to Owen. He can watch it on YouTube but he can’t play the game anymore. It’s hard trying to explain something that you don’t understand yourself. He was watching another video and he came to me. “It’s a ballerina,” he said. I asked him if he could dance like a ballerina, holding my hands above my head. He made this musical sound that was almost guttural and then flapped his hands in front of his eyes and spun around. It was one of the most beautiful dances I had ever seen. He said he wanted “chicken nuggets and get in the drive-thru.” I said we could go tomorrow after his therapy. Then he said, “no chicken nuggets after therapy.” He went on, “go home see the windows” and went on “chicken nuggets from the little Donald’s.” I think he was calling it the little Donald’s since we call it the little park where he rides his bike. He was full of conversation as the night went on. The light had to be on again as fell asleep. I pray this is another night of sleep for my sweet baby O. He is so happy to be back in his routine. Find happiness and keep your smile shining bright. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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