I think Owen has more sinus stuff happening. I’m not even sure what to call it but it wasn’t enough to keep my sweet baby O down. He was so happy this morning and ready to get to school. He was calm the minute he woke up after sleeping all night long. Happy dance for this momma. Our morning was more about the sitting than about the storytelling he has been doing lately but he was still talking to me. I know it was because he couldn’t wait to see his teacher. He talked about seeing the aides and his friends. It’s so hard for him to understand why he can’t see his favorite people all the time. He wanted to wear his sandals but I told him he had to wear his sneakers to school. Technically he could have worn his sandals but I’m trying to get him to branch out on his choices. I need to figure out what other type of shoe I can try with him next. When he came home from school he wanted to make sure when he was going back tomorrow and what the rest of the week would hold for him. It was a rollercoaster of emotions for several minutes, back and forth on what his responses were. It’s always hard for him after a holiday because he wants to make sure it will all be available again, like it disappeared for a while. I could tell he was a happy boy to be back in his routine though. He told me at first he didn’t want to go to his vision therapy because he said he was going to the tractors instead, but then he told me he would go. Once we got through all of his stories with school and what we were going to do the next few days he started running around yelling “carrot” while I made his snack. We had a little time before his therapy and then we were off. The traffic was backed up for miles and this does not go over well with Owen. I decided to go the long way around and thankfully we got there on time. One of the exercises the doctor used was with a marker. He had a meltdown because he put his hand on the marker. His need to touch everything is what caused him to get the marker everywhere. We wiped it off and tried to wash it off but some still stayed on his hands. It was a pink marker so he kept yelling “pinky finger,” but I got him to count down from ten to “blastoff” and do his breathing exercises. He was able to recover and move forward so that was good. She got to see his responses first hand so now that might help her to determine other exercises for us. By the time we left it was dark and he kept yelling it was nighttime. He asked me to take him by the windows except I didn’t turn in the right direction. Then I was going to turn around and he said, “no go straight,” but as soon as we got home he wanted to go back and that lead to another meltdown. This is also why I think he isn’t feeling great because he’s a little more on edge. He still has meltdowns even when he isn’t sick but these were a little different for him. He ate a huge dinner though and was happily singing his ABCs. He was able to find on YouTube the monkey game he plays with one of his therapists and he told me to order it. I asked him if he wanted Santa to bring it to him and he said, “no it’s November.” I guess he didn’t want to wait that long. He fell asleep pretty quickly and I’m thankful for that. I pray he sleeps all night. We learned, we laughed, we loved. Let yesterday go and plan to soar to new heights tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.