I woke up hearing people talking or so I thought. I quickly realized it was Owen talking to his tablet. He was saying something and then laughing. I made a sound as I was getting up and he came a’running. Before I could even say anything he said, “say good morning mommy.” I responded, “good morning Owen.” He said, “need one hug.” I told him he could have as many as he wanted and off he ran laughing again. I love his laughter. I didn’t tell him he was going to see his grandma today. I didn’t want that to be his focus even though it was his focus. He kept talking about watching Mickey Mouse on 87 but that was his code for grandma’s house and also a babysitter’s house that he has never been to. Somehow he has it in his head that there is a babysitter that lives in a yellow house near us that will let him watch Mickey Mouse. The only thing I can think of is the bus must drop another child off there or it reminds him of something else. He is cycling back through his emotions and activities. He started asking Siri for all the words in different languages again. It was great to hear him talking to Siri and repeating the words. We got ready to go to the park and he kept asking for “87” over and over again. He rushed his way through riding his bike and he finally started saying “grandma” instead of “87.” I dropped him off and ran a few errands in between the rain. I got a new board to try to get him used to a schedule board. This has never gone over well but today I stood my ground, kinda, sorta, mostly as he was trying to erase it and screaming no. It had “Tuesday, dinner, and bedtime” on it. He wanted to add bath in between and then he said “tablet.” He was talking to me about it even though he was screaming about it. He wanted to hide the board but I made him leave it and he then tried to erase it again and again. I said, no. He tried while I started dinner and I said no again. It sat on the table and I told him after dinner he could erase it or mark it off whichever he preferred. It was progress but it also caused bedtime to be a little more intense for him. He got out of bed numerous times to try and hide it. I lost count of how many times he wanted to hide it before bed so it was definitely progress with a side of is it worth it thrown in. Schedules really stress him out and in turn, stress me out. One day I’ll find the middle ground that helps him through it. One day at a time and I will keep focusing on the progress. His laughter is the song in my head and the melody in my soul. Find your inspiration and let your heart soar. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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