Two o’clock in the morning comes awfully early when midnight was really late. This whole sleeping thing, who needs it. Owen struggled to go to sleep. He wanted to know when he was going to see his teacher again and he wanted to know every French word I did not know. Once he fell asleep it wasn’t long and he was up asking the same questions. When he has something on his mind it is hard for him to let go of it until he processes it. He kept screaming for his tablet and at two in the morning it really wasn’t something I wanted him to him but I should also know the night would sure go smoother if I let him have it. The screaming continued. No amount of begging for him to stop or reprimanding him will change this. Using timeouts only delays the screaming and generally, it leads to meltdowns. I’ve yet to figure out the right form of discipline that is both effective and even comes close to explaining the issue. So I breathe. “Come out come out wherever you are”, Owen yells. Sometimes his phrases shock me. I waited for years for him to talk to me and now that he does I wonder where his words come from. He repeats phrases by rote and his memory is long so his words could come from something he read, a video he watched, or maybe even from someone speaking to him. And now that all the languages are in the mix he keeps me guessing even more. I fixed ham salad sandwiches for our dinner. I’m still working on showing him how to eat a sandwich without squishing it and pulling it apart so the ham salad went squirting out of his hands in all directions. He ran to me to give me a “big hug” and the ham salad followed. I hadn’t said one thing to him about bed and he kept telling me “two more minutes I'm not going to bed today”. As the night comes to a close it should be interesting. He told me he loved me in French and German. I’ll take it. I’m liking this language train and I’m loving my sweet baby O. Follow your heart, believe in yourself, and make your dreams possible. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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