When sleep doesn’t matter you get up at three o’clock in the morning. Owen woke extremely early, got into bed with me, and then decided it was time to get up. This meant the party was on. I suppose when I was his age it was fun to wake up or stay up all night. Now, not so much. He didn’t slow down at all. I told him he could stay up if he went to his bed. He said, “the blue bed” and I told him yes that he had to stay in there hoping he would fall asleep, knowing he wouldn’t. To quote Owen, I think I may have gotten “two more three minute twenty second minute” nap in after that. However, those minutes were interrupted with him talking to me about the games he was playing on his tablet. He likes to lose but he also gets mad because he has lost and has no more lives left. He will even quit some of his lives so he can lose quicker. This goes back to his reaction to liking when something is wrong or expressing the wrong answers. He thrives in those wrong answers and trying to make him realize that if he wins he would be able to play the game longer is a hard concept for him to comprehend. He couldn’t wait to go to school this morning and his early morning didn’t slow him down at all. When he came home from school he was still going strong. He started talking about what his next couple of days held. I had told him that he would be going to the dentist tomorrow and he was confirming it with me as soon as he stepped off the bus. I made him an appointment, even though he had one a couple of months ago. He has been picking at his teeth and then saying, “pull a tooth”. We do not want that again. None of his teeth are loose but they are more crowded as his adult teeth come in. Even though I don’t see a particular reason for him to go to the dentist I still want him to understand he has control of his health care needs and it is good for him to go through these motions. I always make sure he understands that doctors are our friends and they are there to help us. I asked him what his dentist would have him do. He went to the mirror and stood there opening and closing his mouth. He said, “she count teff” and he then counted to ten. He opened his mouth really wide again and said, “Spider-Man teeth”. For some reason that is what he calls his teeth. We’ve talked about his mouth and that he might have to get braces and he has found teeth videos on YouTube. I’m always torn about him watching these videos because this might be where he has gotten the idea about pulling his teeth but it is also good for him to see what the dentist would do for him. He had a great night and for the most part, was calm. He fell asleep quickly and I hope that tonight is the night we make up for some sleep. Happiness comes from seeing my boy smile. Find your joy, share your story, and know that you matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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