I’m thankful we are sleeping again. Well that Owen is sleeping again. I’m still not sleeping great but I guess I never really sleep great. He woke in another wonderful mood. I was standing in the kitchen but he immediately went to the bathroom without me needing to tell him. I was almost done getting my coffee when he went to stand by the light. He was ready. I love hearing his laugh. Our internet has been going in and out a lot the last few days. Somehow he made a connection with airplane mode and he says, “when it is not connecting.” I’m not quite sure why he wants to turn airplane mode on but he does and then he goes through the process of turning it on and off. He has not been able to focus on putting on his socks. He starts squealing as soon as he goes to put them on. I’ve been giving him extra time in the morning, hoping that it will give him more time to focus but instead I think it has made it harder on him. He is also struggling with his sneakers. The Velcro is very strong so he has a hard time opening his shoes to put them on and then to make sure the tongue is in the shoe. I got him a new pair that has a different style of Velcro and is also bluer but so far he hasn’t wanted to even try them. I wanted him to stay on the porch when we were waiting for the bus because it was cold and windy but he wanted to wait by the sidewalk. He doesn’t want to miss a thing. He was excited for the bus to come. He was already in Friday mode as soon as he woke up so I knew when he came home he wouldn’t want to go anywhere and instead prepare for his Saturday at grandma’s house. I knew this weekend would mean even more to him since we had been so sick and didn’t get to do our routine activities. When the bus dropped him off the bus driver said that he has great conversations with Owen. This made my day. He is always talking to him and asking him questions. I love how the morning and afternoon crew both are fully invested in helping him grow. He kept singing a song about “flowers dance.” I asked him if he could show me the dance and he moved around and then ran off to play. He told me he wanted shrimp for dinner but I didn’t have any more. He then said chicken but he didn’t want chicken so he told me to “throw it in the trash.” This is what’s hard about food. When he wants something that’s what he wants. I will have to get him some more shrimp because I forgot we were out. He wanted his “blue pillow blue Spider-Man pillow” in his bed. “There’s a ghost in the blue bed woo hoo wooo hoooo,” he said. The fake snoring started almost immediately. It had a ghost accent if snoring could have an accent. He said, “I love you good night” but sleep did not come quickly tonight and every time I thought he was asleep he would then start saying “grandma grandma.” I’m hoping that he will sleep through the night and not keep waking up. Friday nights are hard and he wants his Saturday to go off without a hitch. And I want that for him too. His laughter is the song of my soul. Find the melody that is music to your ears and know that your story is important. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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