When we sleep all night I get confused sometimes. Owen slept through the night again. He was calm but the same race to the finish line of my bed was on. I beat him back to it though but only because I kept zigzagging in front of him and he didn’t quite understand what I was doing. We had a little more time than we did yesterday and we may have laughed more. We stood outside for the bus and worked on his new exercises. When I leaned over to work on the exercises with him he kissed my cheek with a big mwah. I showed him a picture of Santa but he didn’t want to look at him because “it’s November.” He asked me multiple times for red shoes, pants, and a shirt. I told him I would get him some red shoes and he said, “no no no.” Maybe that will be when he sees Santa. I never realize how much the world makes noise until Owen points out all the noises he hears. I don’t even know where the noise was coming from and he said, “let’s listen” and started making an “errr” noise that sounded exactly like the noise he was hearing. When the bus got here he said, “here comes the bus see the eyes open eyes.” I think he meant because the lights were on. I’m amazed at his mind. He said he wanted to go to the tractors and park when he got home but I knew that might change. His teacher sent me a note saying he ate a lot today and I’m pretty sure he is going through a growth spurt. He got himself in a quick ole spiral and that was that when he got home. He said he wanted to do something and then he got stuck on Thursday. He is ready for breakfast and knows we are going with my parents but then he gets upset he isn’t going to see his teacher. The park and tractors were off the table and his shoes were off his feet quick like a bunny and the rest is history. I know he is struggling with his favorite day, Thursday not being what he wants it to be. Having a holiday on his favorite day means that everything he loves is not happening, like his therapy. I hope I can find some other things he will want to do. He was happily eating his dinner and I had made beets but they needed to cook a little longer. When I took them out he said, “watermelon.” I said no and he said, “strawberry.” I said no it’s beets. He ran fast. I told him to try one. It had been over a year at least since he tried them. I never imagined how many places you could find beet pieces from a bite that was no bigger than a dime. I’ll try again in another year. He was calm the rest of the night and singing right along with the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse crew. Bedtime did not take long and I pray for another night of rest. Your dreams are important. Go after what matters to you and show the world what you are made of. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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