Night two of all night long for Owen. Night a’million of not so much for me. He was adamant about not going to the field for the Special Olympics and I wasn’t going to make him. I figured if he said it that many times and could show me on Google Earth where he wasn’t going then he truly did not want to go. I figured it might be because it was too overstimulating but all that mattered to me was he did not want to go and that would mean he wouldn’t be happy if he did go.
He was in a good mood all morning but he was convinced he was ready to lick as many heads as possible. He couldn’t wait to get to school and tell them he was not going to the field. He also couldn’t wait to go to his therapies and I could tell he was thinking about the book he tore when he was at his vision therapy because he said he needs to “do exercises and no tear paper.” The morning went fast and he was off to school.
I picked him up from school and we were off to his music therapy. His therapist said he did a fantastic job and was able to share time with the other student. They worked on different activities and he handled it all well. I hoped this would translate to our next appointment. He seemed happy he didn’t go to the field.
When we got home he was stuck to me like glue. I truly hoped he followed through with what he said when we went to his vision appointment. He told me before we even left that he wanted to do the exercises so he could order a pizza for his reward. We got ready and we were off.
Well, he did better than last week. He wanted to be there but he wanted to do what he wanted to do. And that is to talk about the things he wants to do. At least he didn’t scream as much as last week. I guess he is working through emotions. When his appointment was over he walked with her out to the car holding her hand and talking to her. It is amazing how different he acts.
We got our pizza and headed home. At least he was calm when we got home. He wanted his bath and to go to school. The pizza made his day. He is so very smart. He saw the Cheerios’ box and he said, “Cheerios are the heart cereal” and he has every bit of my heart. Be thankful for the little things because they are truly what matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
He was in a good mood all morning but he was convinced he was ready to lick as many heads as possible. He couldn’t wait to get to school and tell them he was not going to the field. He also couldn’t wait to go to his therapies and I could tell he was thinking about the book he tore when he was at his vision therapy because he said he needs to “do exercises and no tear paper.” The morning went fast and he was off to school.
I picked him up from school and we were off to his music therapy. His therapist said he did a fantastic job and was able to share time with the other student. They worked on different activities and he handled it all well. I hoped this would translate to our next appointment. He seemed happy he didn’t go to the field.
When we got home he was stuck to me like glue. I truly hoped he followed through with what he said when we went to his vision appointment. He told me before we even left that he wanted to do the exercises so he could order a pizza for his reward. We got ready and we were off.
Well, he did better than last week. He wanted to be there but he wanted to do what he wanted to do. And that is to talk about the things he wants to do. At least he didn’t scream as much as last week. I guess he is working through emotions. When his appointment was over he walked with her out to the car holding her hand and talking to her. It is amazing how different he acts.
We got our pizza and headed home. At least he was calm when we got home. He wanted his bath and to go to school. The pizza made his day. He is so very smart. He saw the Cheerios’ box and he said, “Cheerios are the heart cereal” and he has every bit of my heart. Be thankful for the little things because they are truly what matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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