I woke up more times than I could count last night. Memories and decisions floating all through my mind. I wish it had been sugarplums dancing there instead. I would give anything to be laughing at one of my brother’s jokes right now. I try not to let the screaming or demands Owen puts on me dictate my day. But they do, sometimes. He knows how to push buttons like any kid with his momma but he also doesn’t understand that his repetitive words cannot always be met with instant gratification no matter how many times he says them or acts out. We spent two hours in the middle of the day for his bath time because he wouldn’t get out of the bath that he had already had a huge meltdown about wanting to take it at the exact moment he said that he wanted to take a bath. He constantly will take my hands away from whatever I’m holding or doing to help him with something he needs me to do and it is generally his tablet. I try to make him understand that sometimes I have hot coffee in my hand or I’m carrying something else that I don’t want to drop. He thankfully has been wanting to bowl again on Saturdays and we got there right around the time they opened. Our friends joined us a little after we started. It was nice to have them there with us. Owen was excited to bowl and then we sat and watched them while they finished their game. I took him to see the train depot and several overpasses. I’m still not convinced we’ve been to the one he wants to see, but he gets happy when he sees all of the different ones. I think I figured out about why he is bringing up the babysitter that he had years ago so much now. He is watching baby Goofy and they talk about his babysitter. So he is wanting to talk about the babysitter he had. It felt like it was a great connection. The night was filled with him asking for lots of hugs and then ignoring me when I asked him to do something or to give me a minute when he asked me for something. I’m trying to show him the clock and what it means to give someone time to finish a task they or doing or even if it is something fun they are working on. I want him to associate this with kindness and grace as well. It feels funny saying that we had a good day after the rollercoaster of emotions day we had but it was a good day. And maybe it was mostly my emotions. I’m thankful for all the connections he is making and I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings for my sweet baby O. The dude is ready for “church church church please.” Celebrate your victories no matter how big or small celebrate them all. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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