It feels like sleep, like Christmas, only comes once a year. The last few nights have been hard. I’m hoping that we can go to sleep early and stay asleep all night. I might have to go to bed with him to accomplish this. I don’t necessarily get much sleep when I sleep in the same bed as him but I also don’t get much sleep if I don’t sleep in the same bed as him. I know he had a rough day at school and I’m trying to keep his night as calm as possible. And I can tell you I’m ready for both of us to sleep. I can’t stop thinking about how the summer will go. How many days, weeks, months, years in the future do I stress over when I really can’t do anything about them except to continue to talk to him about what’s happening. He’s still worried about not going to school now because of the weather, I can’t even imagine the summer. The older he gets I see more of those anxious moments forming. I try to stop the train before it even leaves the building but it’s still hard. It's so great that he can use his voice to find videos on YouTube now. He came home wanting “hippo and the watermelon” and he found it. Before the video even started playing he was quoting facts about how much a hippopotamus eats. He then moved on to a Christmas song, running into the bathroom to watch himself in the mirror. He’s growing, thriving, and teaching his momma as much as I’m teaching him. Smile and the world will smile with you. 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.