Beginning Sunday

Owen had another great night and was ready for “church church church in Arabic” as soon as he got up. He wanted his tablet before he went to the bathroom but quickly realized he needed to go before he even asked. It was early this morning but at least he slept all night if five in the morning is considered all night and for us it seems to be. I was thankful the happy train came to visit. His appetite finally seems to be coming back. He ate all his breakfast quickly and asked for more. He hadn’t done that in a while. He asked for a letters and numbers game. He said that he pulls letters out of a bag and there are colors yellow, orange, pink, and red. Then he told me to “order it.” I asked him to show it to me but he couldn’t figure out where to look for it on the internet so it may be from school or from one of his therapy sessions. I’ll ask his teacher or therapists if it’s something they have used with him. He may have seen it on a video but hasn’t figured out how to find the video again. Sometimes it takes him a few days to find a way to explain this to me. It sounds similar to games that he has played with his therapists but not I’m not sure what it would be. I can see how he is taking what his speech teacher is teaching him with the sounds and shapes his mouth makes, and applying them with his changing his face and pronouncing his words. I’m thankful for all of his therapists and what they do for him. He was so happy to go to church. And so was I. He was happy all morning. He remained pretty calm when we got there. I had my own distractions going as well. He told one of the ladies she had to “wear blue pants tomorrow” and wouldn’t look at her. I made sure when we left that he told her he was sorry. I reiterated to him that his emotions were important but I want him to understand that so is the person that made their choice to wear what they wanted or even that sometimes they can’t choose what they wear. I talk to him about people that have to wear a uniform of some type don’t get to make the choice. I hope that at some point he will understand this better. We got his chicken nuggets, cheeseburger, and french fries and we headed home. He wanted the food but he’s not always fast in eating. He did some of the steps I always have him do when we come home but he only wanted to follow a portion of them. He finally got around to eating his food. He asked Alexa for “this old man by eyelash baby in Arabic.” Sometimes I’m not sure where his requests come from. We had a quiet rest of the evening. He told me his Fisher Price BeatBo robot had to go back to the North Pole and he wanted to build a new one. I remember the days it used to upset him when I would put my glasses on top of my head. I do this a lot now when I’m working on my computer but now he is used to it, somewhat. Occasionally he will push them down to my nose but mostly he ignores them. He got into his bed after selecting the right pajamas for sleep. This can take us a while. He went to bed on his own, then got up to make sure I was in my bed and instead of going to his bed he went to the couch and promptly fell asleep. I heard him but he had made a noise in his room so I thought he stayed there. He was asleep on the couch in minutes. When I went to check on him I saw he had me fooled by the noise. I got him to his room and he was back asleep incredibly quickly. I’m thankful for the progress on a rollercoaster day. In faith we build the desire to do what’s next, we build the confidence, we build the hope. Find your passion and build your dream with the confidence through your faith. Smiles to all and donut daze!