Routine is a glorious thing. It is helping every aspect of our day for Owen to be back in school. He loves it, he thrives on it, and he wants it. I slept sporadically but thankfully he slept all night long. It seems like I had finally fallen asleep and Owen was standing beside my bed saying tablet. At first, I thought it was the middle of the night and then I realized it was almost time to get up. I asked him if he had gone to the bathroom yet and he just kept repeating tablet. I told him to hurry to the bathroom before I got there so thankfully he ran off. He was ready for me to get some coffee and come sit in the “white bed.” We sat playing games and laughing. He got up and stood next to the bed for a few minutes and then I got up to get more coffee. We got back to the “white bed” and he realized we still had time before he had to get ready. This extra time in the morning is throwing him off. We got dressed and I heard the rain. I knew it would be hard on him when we went outside. “All done rain it’s raining,” he said as soon as he stepped foot on the porch. He wanted to stay under the cover this time. Luckily the bus came pretty quickly and I could get him to run out to it. When he came home from school he wanted to go for a walk before we even went inside so he could follow the bus. I told him we had to take his stuff inside first and then we can decide what we were going to do. He said bowling, but he also said a lot of other things. “Bowling and dinner and bike and depot,” he repeated. He ate his snack in slow motion it seemed requesting to go bowling, but wasn’t ready to get going. He didn’t take his shoes off, so I knew we would be going on an adventure as promised. We headed towards bowling and as soon as we got on the highway, he decided he wanted to go ride his bike instead. He listened about not picking things up. He rode, he fell, he got a “boo boo chicken”. He likes to try to tip his bike over and then sometimes that leads to him actually falling too. He sat down with it as he was tipping it and hit his hand so he told me he had a “boo boo chicken” referencing the character from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Then he wanted to go to the “little Donald’s” for ten chicken nuggets, french fries, cheeseburger, and chocolate milk. We came home and washed his “boo boo chicken” and then he didn’t want to eat. He instead wanted to put robot BeatBo in the sink to wash his hands. He laughed and laughed and laughed the rest of the night. I’m praying for another great night of sleep. That laughter fills my heart with gladness. Find your joy, share your sparkle, and know you can change the world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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