Exhaustion pretty much won for both of us last night. I was awake around four and O woke around 4:30. He came to me twice but successfully went back to bed without too much flare. He wanted to make himself sick by gagging so I would interact more but I stuck with “go back to bed until 5 oh oh.” He did and was pretty calm after that. He immediately wanted his chocolate milk and cereal. I was thankful we got as much sleep as we did. My stomach was much better today and I’m trying to make better food choices that are not based on my stress level. And so our day began.
He was so excited to go to “therapy ther a py therapy” because he was starting speech again. I was hoping she would not be in blue so he wouldn’t expect it every time. He asked me all morning when we would be going so we started the countdown. The countdown truly didn’t work because he came to me every few minutes but at least he was happy about it.
He picked out several games that he wanted including Candy Land. I’m not sure how Candy Land came on his radar but he was all about it. I showed him Perfection and he liked that it popped. He said, “Make it pop.” I thought it would be a good option for him to try and put the pieces in their slots. I’m always looking for new ways to work on his fine motor skills and hand-eye coordination.
Joking about honey mustard is a joke until it is no joke and then it becomes serious business. It is amazing how much Owen likes to joke about things until you say one wrong word and then he is all back to mister serious face. He wanted “chicken sticks honey mustard potato chips” for lunch. I said, “I thought you would want purple cow sauce with them.” “Purple cow” is always something I reference when I’m joking with him. He said, “Na uh no way honey mustard.” We went back and forth, with him giggling so completely until I said, “I guess it’s purple cow sauce then.” He got up from his chair and said, “No honey mustard out of the bottle” and came over to me to make sure I got it out of the refrigerator. I told him OK you win honey mustard it is.
He keeps calling customer service on his phone. Luckily it is the animated service so it’s not a person but it makes him happy to be listening to the information. I didn’t reactivate his phone so he can only call that and emergency services which he technically doesn’t know how to do, thank goodness. He has tried to call his grandma a couple of times and laughs about it. I feel like if I reactivate it he will make a lot of calls he shouldn’t just because it is funny to him and I know people will understand but I think in the next year or so he will be ready to text and call more appropriately when it’s not funny to him anymore. It is amazing how much he wants to hear ringtones and make calls but screams when I am on the phone or won’t stop asking questions.
We got ready and off the therapy we went. I love his new speech therapist and so did he. She said he did great and she was very impressed with his language skills. She had several things that she will be working on with him and noticed right away how he loves the wrong answers and will work on that too but she sounds like a great fit for him. She said he was so excited to be there. I told her he had been talking about it all week. He also did well with his other therapists and he was much calmer than he has been with only a few things here and there. It was music to my ears.
The afternoon was calm with a few little detours of talking about the things he shouldn’t be talking about but the giggles make him do it. He says, “It’s not funny” and shows it to me anyway. His every night request to “cut scissors paper” came in and he had to cut a piece of paper until there were tons of pieces. I’m so thankful that he loves to do more “arts and crafts” like he did at school. I’m thankful that they worked on so many skills like this to help him develop his fine motor skills.
He told me many times throughout the day he has to sleep tonight until “5 oh oh” so that was a plus. I hope that it comes true. My giggly sweet baby O made my heart smile with his laughter. I let so many of yesterday’s regrets sit on my days. I don’t want to keep doing that to myself. The emotions sit heavy with the woulda, coulda, shouldas. Some days it is easier than others to let go or keep the thoughts at bay but I’m reminding myself to always focus on the good stuff. Do not let yesteryear be where you sit. Keep moving forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
He was so excited to go to “therapy ther a py therapy” because he was starting speech again. I was hoping she would not be in blue so he wouldn’t expect it every time. He asked me all morning when we would be going so we started the countdown. The countdown truly didn’t work because he came to me every few minutes but at least he was happy about it.
He picked out several games that he wanted including Candy Land. I’m not sure how Candy Land came on his radar but he was all about it. I showed him Perfection and he liked that it popped. He said, “Make it pop.” I thought it would be a good option for him to try and put the pieces in their slots. I’m always looking for new ways to work on his fine motor skills and hand-eye coordination.
Joking about honey mustard is a joke until it is no joke and then it becomes serious business. It is amazing how much Owen likes to joke about things until you say one wrong word and then he is all back to mister serious face. He wanted “chicken sticks honey mustard potato chips” for lunch. I said, “I thought you would want purple cow sauce with them.” “Purple cow” is always something I reference when I’m joking with him. He said, “Na uh no way honey mustard.” We went back and forth, with him giggling so completely until I said, “I guess it’s purple cow sauce then.” He got up from his chair and said, “No honey mustard out of the bottle” and came over to me to make sure I got it out of the refrigerator. I told him OK you win honey mustard it is.
He keeps calling customer service on his phone. Luckily it is the animated service so it’s not a person but it makes him happy to be listening to the information. I didn’t reactivate his phone so he can only call that and emergency services which he technically doesn’t know how to do, thank goodness. He has tried to call his grandma a couple of times and laughs about it. I feel like if I reactivate it he will make a lot of calls he shouldn’t just because it is funny to him and I know people will understand but I think in the next year or so he will be ready to text and call more appropriately when it’s not funny to him anymore. It is amazing how much he wants to hear ringtones and make calls but screams when I am on the phone or won’t stop asking questions.
We got ready and off the therapy we went. I love his new speech therapist and so did he. She said he did great and she was very impressed with his language skills. She had several things that she will be working on with him and noticed right away how he loves the wrong answers and will work on that too but she sounds like a great fit for him. She said he was so excited to be there. I told her he had been talking about it all week. He also did well with his other therapists and he was much calmer than he has been with only a few things here and there. It was music to my ears.
The afternoon was calm with a few little detours of talking about the things he shouldn’t be talking about but the giggles make him do it. He says, “It’s not funny” and shows it to me anyway. His every night request to “cut scissors paper” came in and he had to cut a piece of paper until there were tons of pieces. I’m so thankful that he loves to do more “arts and crafts” like he did at school. I’m thankful that they worked on so many skills like this to help him develop his fine motor skills.
He told me many times throughout the day he has to sleep tonight until “5 oh oh” so that was a plus. I hope that it comes true. My giggly sweet baby O made my heart smile with his laughter. I let so many of yesterday’s regrets sit on my days. I don’t want to keep doing that to myself. The emotions sit heavy with the woulda, coulda, shouldas. Some days it is easier than others to let go or keep the thoughts at bay but I’m reminding myself to always focus on the good stuff. Do not let yesteryear be where you sit. Keep moving forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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