Today was a good day in the making. A very, very, very hyper day but a good day. Owen woke with a mission for me to sit and for him to go to school. I try to explain to him that those two don’t go together but he needs to process it like that. So we sit and go. He knew that he was going to school and then he was going to see his doctor for his wellness check. When I got to his school to pick him up for his appointment they told me he had been explaining to them that he was going to see his doctor and that I was going to take him. I love that he can express this now and tell others about things he wants to do or even something he doesn’t want to do. When we got to his appointment I asked him to remind me to get gas before we went home. I wondered if he would tell me. My car shows me I need gas but Owen always talks to me about getting gas so I try to give him tasks like this to help him with the concept. Since he was little I’ve explained to him why we need to get gas and how it makes the car go “vroom”. Now he will say, “mommy has to get gas”. I also try to warn him because he doesn’t always like to wait for me to get it. I try to get it when he isn’t in the car but I also want him to understand sometimes we have to do it when he is with me. He loves riding the elevator up to the doctor’s office. It’s part of the excitement to get there. Once we got checked in we went to the room and the nurse took all his vitals and asked the general questions. I was shocked when she asked him to take his shoes off to be weighed and lickety-split they came off. Not once has he ever taken them off or it has been something he would be comfortable doing. He gained five pounds and grew three inches since his last appointment. That is huge for him. He’s always been so tiny for his age group. I’m so proud of how he did when the doctor came in. He told her everything she was going to do. “Look in my ears”, he said. He went on, “open my mouth ahhh”. She asked him to stretch out and touch his toes and he did it perfectly. He even spoke to her in Arabic. She was amazed at how much he was doing and saying. I’m thankful for his growth and I’m thankful that he loves going to the doctor. He didn’t want to leave. When we got to the car he told me, “mommy get gas” and with that, I was even more grateful for his growth. He is learning to communicate on many different levels. The night was full of one thing after another and he was beyond hyper but he was at least happy. He didn’t go to sleep until very late for him so maybe that will translate to him sleeping through the night. We learn, we love, we grow, and today my baby grew big time. Never give up on the hope yet to come. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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