“Grandma’s house we eat together” was the chorus for the day and many versions of it. Some were said nose to nose, others were screamed at the top of Owen’s lungs, and a few of them were said as a request in a regular talking voice. This seemed to be the theme of the day but with a lot more screaming than anything else. Sometimes screaming is the go-to way to get his point across or so he thinks.
Owen woke with a New Year's attitude or maybe it was me with the attitude but one of us screamed all day. It looked like most of the snow missed us but it was still very cold and I wasn’t sure how much ice was out there. He was happy it was the new year because that meant not many more days left until the fifth, and that he was eating a pepperoni roll for breakfast. He wanted to make sure we were getting to eat together with his grandparents but I told him I could not confirm it yet because the weather was still iffy and it was barely six o’clock in the morning. This was not what he wanted to hear at all.
The screaming portion of our day had begun. I told him I would not be taking him anywhere if he kept screaming at me or tried to hit me again. We were in a holding pattern waiting to see what the weather was going to do. Trying to explain that to him is hard even though I try to tell him what is happening and have him repeat it back to me. I am trying to stand my ground when I tell him something so that he knows certain behaviors will not get a reward or reaction depending on what it is.
I know he was anxious but he can’t keep screaming at me. His behavior was associated with the weather of course and he wanted to go. More distractions were needed. He wanted to know what he was doing all the way through 2070. He asked about everyone he couldn’t see and what they were doing. “Uncle Wichard he died he’s in heaven never coming back we miss him,” he said to me. The memories flooded back at me as he spoke these words.
The distractions happened for hours along with the forehead kisses and “hug hand.” He is tall enough that when he is standing up he can put his forehead right on my lips. I don’t exactly walk fast so he will come right up to me when I’m walking and stop me in my tracks for his kiss.
“1% robot,” he said. His toy stopped after it had only said a few words. He wanted me to replace its batteries. I loved how he said it was at 1% like when his tablet needs to be charged. I wish my batteries could be changed and charged that quickly.
By late afternoon he was calmer and we headed out. The car ride there was full of lots of conversation. He was so happy to be there. I asked him to name five dinosaurs for his grandma thinking he would say them as he did for me. This time he said, “Red dinosaur yellow dinosaur blue dinosaur green dinosaur Tyrannosaurus rex.” When we were at home he had given me five actual names of the dinosaurs. He ate well. He is doing so much better about eating an even wider variety. He tried everything we were having and asked for more.
When we got home before we even walked in the door he started asking if the internet was working. He said, “Big tell me” to make sure the internet was working. This is what he always says. I told him I wouldn’t be able to tell him until we went inside. Thankfully it was working. He told me he wanted to eat together again on Saturday. Oh how far he has come. He used to never want me there and it would cause huge meltdowns because I wasn’t supposed to be there when it was his time with grandma.
We moved back to screaming about his friend being sad at camp. He wants to know if he will be there at the next one. I told him there was no way I could know. My brain is exhausted from the overthinking and over-saying from both of us. I was able to move him forward but I know it will be a question he will ask again. When he doesn’t get to see his people he misses them so much.
Every night he says, “Tell baby yeti night night.” I’m not even sure why he says it but it is a character on a video he watches. He asked over and over how many days were left he had until he was back with his teacher. I made him tell me. He cannot wait. Three more days and they cannot come quickly enough for him. “Stay home” was the request for tomorrow. There is only so much he can process. We will stay home, most likely. Happy New Year! This is going to be a big year for us. I can feel it. I started doing exercises again and dreamed big today for the growth of tomorrow. Let yesteryear go and let tomorrow be what makes you stronger. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Owen woke with a New Year's attitude or maybe it was me with the attitude but one of us screamed all day. It looked like most of the snow missed us but it was still very cold and I wasn’t sure how much ice was out there. He was happy it was the new year because that meant not many more days left until the fifth, and that he was eating a pepperoni roll for breakfast. He wanted to make sure we were getting to eat together with his grandparents but I told him I could not confirm it yet because the weather was still iffy and it was barely six o’clock in the morning. This was not what he wanted to hear at all.
The screaming portion of our day had begun. I told him I would not be taking him anywhere if he kept screaming at me or tried to hit me again. We were in a holding pattern waiting to see what the weather was going to do. Trying to explain that to him is hard even though I try to tell him what is happening and have him repeat it back to me. I am trying to stand my ground when I tell him something so that he knows certain behaviors will not get a reward or reaction depending on what it is.
I know he was anxious but he can’t keep screaming at me. His behavior was associated with the weather of course and he wanted to go. More distractions were needed. He wanted to know what he was doing all the way through 2070. He asked about everyone he couldn’t see and what they were doing. “Uncle Wichard he died he’s in heaven never coming back we miss him,” he said to me. The memories flooded back at me as he spoke these words.
The distractions happened for hours along with the forehead kisses and “hug hand.” He is tall enough that when he is standing up he can put his forehead right on my lips. I don’t exactly walk fast so he will come right up to me when I’m walking and stop me in my tracks for his kiss.
“1% robot,” he said. His toy stopped after it had only said a few words. He wanted me to replace its batteries. I loved how he said it was at 1% like when his tablet needs to be charged. I wish my batteries could be changed and charged that quickly.
By late afternoon he was calmer and we headed out. The car ride there was full of lots of conversation. He was so happy to be there. I asked him to name five dinosaurs for his grandma thinking he would say them as he did for me. This time he said, “Red dinosaur yellow dinosaur blue dinosaur green dinosaur Tyrannosaurus rex.” When we were at home he had given me five actual names of the dinosaurs. He ate well. He is doing so much better about eating an even wider variety. He tried everything we were having and asked for more.
When we got home before we even walked in the door he started asking if the internet was working. He said, “Big tell me” to make sure the internet was working. This is what he always says. I told him I wouldn’t be able to tell him until we went inside. Thankfully it was working. He told me he wanted to eat together again on Saturday. Oh how far he has come. He used to never want me there and it would cause huge meltdowns because I wasn’t supposed to be there when it was his time with grandma.
We moved back to screaming about his friend being sad at camp. He wants to know if he will be there at the next one. I told him there was no way I could know. My brain is exhausted from the overthinking and over-saying from both of us. I was able to move him forward but I know it will be a question he will ask again. When he doesn’t get to see his people he misses them so much.
Every night he says, “Tell baby yeti night night.” I’m not even sure why he says it but it is a character on a video he watches. He asked over and over how many days were left he had until he was back with his teacher. I made him tell me. He cannot wait. Three more days and they cannot come quickly enough for him. “Stay home” was the request for tomorrow. There is only so much he can process. We will stay home, most likely. Happy New Year! This is going to be a big year for us. I can feel it. I started doing exercises again and dreamed big today for the growth of tomorrow. Let yesteryear go and let tomorrow be what makes you stronger. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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