For a day that was anything but routine, it was a good day of not routine, with a side of chaos, a few sniffles, and too much food. Owen woke way too early, wanted his tablet, and that was that. Milk was requested and cereal but the boy knew he was getting to see his Grandma today and that’s all that mattered. He was at least happy. I was a little cranky but I was happy he was happy. The internet was not happy either. “It not connecting it needs connection” as he squealed “internet” with a wail. I was pretty impressed with his words even though I was not impressed with why he was so upset. I never imagined our internet could be worse when the new company took over but it is. This does not go over well in our household. He was on second breakfast before it was time to go to breakfast. He followed all my instructions with a flourish and we were out the door quickly for our standard exit. He was even wearing his new sneakers without so much of a delay. I had just gotten them for him and it was his first time seeing them. They are blue and grey and he said so. He put them on without any hesitation. I told him his other shoes were getting too worn and small for him so he needed new ones and to my pleasure, he went with it. I was hoping breakfast would go smoothly. I didn’t want a repeat like before with the huge meltdown. We are working on calming techniques and visual training so I’m hoping we can prevent more of the meltdowns in the future. He told me he wanted pancakes and eggs. I ordered eggs and chicken fried steak for myself because I wanted him to try it. And try he did. He ate all his pancakes, a lot of his eggs, some of his potatoes, sausage, one of my Mom’s pancakes, and most of my chicken fried steak that he kept calling chicken. When we all finished and he was still eating the waitress came to take some of our plates. I can only imagine what he was thinking because he about lose it when she was went to remove one of the plates to take it away. It wasn’t his plate but the anxiety in his voice told me to not let her take it. It’s amazing how one thing could have changed our day. I’m not sure if it was because he thought we would have to leave and he wasn’t done or he needed that plate in a special spot. All I knew was that plate couldn’t go anywhere. When we finished our meal and headed out Owen ran ahead. I saw the beeline he was making. I started yelling for him to stop. He went right up to a person, not in blue pants. I immediately went into focused mode. I needed him to focus on being calm and not blue pants. I had him start counting backward from ten to calm him. I didn’t want that to spiral right there in the moment. I had him count backward several times and he did calm down. He went home with Grandma for the day and I went to our home. I then later went to their house for an early dinner, which Owen had no interest in except for him trying to take what he thought was chicken off my plate. After we ate we went to the park. He got stuck on repeating that he was going to the swimming pool next year during the summer. To say he said it a hundred times might be an understatement. I was thankful that on the way home he decided to yell at me for singing because at least it broke up the request to go to the pool next summer. He told me the swimming pool flew the coop because we couldn’t go. He was screaming at me on the bridge but this time it was for my singing and not the noises of the bridge so I was happy with that progress. Owen switched numerous times between saying Happy Valentine’s Day and Happy Thanksgiving but I’m thankful he is starting to embrace the holidays and all it means. I’m thankful for the joy my sweet baby O brings me and Happy Thanksgiving to all. May the road we have traveled be full of wonder and delight and the journey we are on keep us happy and content. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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