Thankfully Owen woke sounding much better. During the night he woke and came to my bed. I was too tired to encourage his return to the “blue bed”. He still sounded a little nasally but not bad. When he woke for the day I could tell he was feeling much better. I knew we would be able to go to his therapy and the park with our friends. When we were “waiting for our turn” at the appointment Owen wanted to spell with me. He loves going through the alphabet and picking a word for each letter. “A is for alligator”, he said and I asked him to spell it. Some words he gets right, other words I have to sound out each of the letters, and then he will spell it, and he also will spell words completely wrong on purpose so he can be corrected. “Honey hoo”, he stated. He was ready for the next word. I asked him to spell it again and this time he got it right. He gave me two words for some of the letters, spelling them half correctly. He got to X and selected “xylophone” and “X-ray ”. I had no doubt he would get X-ray right and was pretty surprised when he mostly got xylophone right. We went to the park after the appointment and my sweet baby O likes to push my buttons. He is scared of nothing and likes to act like he is going to go off the edge of the slide. I try to explain to him why he shouldn’t do it or joke about it but the more I draw attention to it the more he tries to do it. We had a nice time and when we left he wanted chicken nuggets. He also wanted to scream at me for not turning the “right” way everywhere. We made it home and he ate his lunch. He sat at the table for two hours because every time he tried to get up I told him he had to wash his hands. He immediately would sit back down stating “no wash your hands today” and kept eating more food very, very slowly. I told him he had to if he wanted to go play. He likes to stick his finger in his honey mustard instead of putting it on his fries or nuggets. He had a pretty good night, mostly listening to me with only a couple of outbursts. For this I’m thankful. He is excited about his week ahead and keeps telling me he goes to school in August. I tell him one more week baby boy, one more week. He fell asleep in my arms and for that I am thankful. Through life’s challenges, we can choose to let it get us or we can keep pushing forward. Find your strength and keep pushing forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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