“How are you feeling”, Owen said. This was after he said, “tablet” and “have to go potty first” the instant he woke up but there it was a sensational conversational start to our day. The cup runneth over on the connection train. I might be a little excited about his progress. We didn’t sleep much last night but to be greeted by his question was a great way to start our day. I hear him working through all the phrases and skills he is learning at school. They all feel glorious to me. I’ve waited years to hear Owen’s thoughts, wants, needs and they are coming. He’s getting it. I always worried he wouldn’t be able to tell me if he was not feeling well or if his sock wasn’t in his shoe correctly but now those expressive words are all starting to be used. He still doesn’t know how to process it all but the progress in the last week alone is magical. He has always referenced the word “you” instead of talking about himself. Now he goes through the steps working on saying “me”. He will purposely gag himself or make himself burp so he can practice his speech, “excuse you excuse me excuse you excuse me excuse meeee yum blatz”. I’m not sure how or why he started saying “yum blatz” but he got it from watching a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episode. When I took him to visit his grandma today I tried to distract him from screaming “green” at every stoplight as I drove, even if it is green. Nothing really works but some days are worse than others so I try to distract him. I asked him what the color of grandma’s hair is, he said, “grey”. I moved on to grandpa’s and he said, “white”. He told me my hair was white and when I asked him what color his was he responded white as well. I told him his hair was brown and I didn’t even try to correct him on mine because in quarantine times who needs to fix their hair color. Let’s just say I need to put my part back together. He went right back to screaming about the lights and saying “turn right”, even though most of our turns are left he still says right. When he’s calm in he car I am teaching him our phone number. I’m excited about how well he is doing with it because he wants to say the number that would numerically come after each one but he is starting to get it. I’m thankful for all the moments that keep moving us forward. He’s doing amazing things and his words and action reflect it. In struggles, there’s still so much to be thankful for. Find your strength, be brave, and keep moving forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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