I’m truly for the sleep even though I never feel like I have enough. Routine is a glorious thing. Owen woke ready for his new day. He is making such good progress. He was happy again this morning. He was a little more anxious because he wanted to make sure he was coming home on the bus but he was still very calm. I’m thankful for how much he loves school and his progress there too. He is doing great with his new glasses but he is still pushing them up when he is looking at his tablet but he only needs them for far away so I get that. He was excited that he was going to therapy after school. He repeated numerous times about coming home on the bus. I made sure he understood that he was going to come home and then we were going to go to his therapy. We went outside to wait for the bus and I talked to him about clothing. I keep telling him that at some point, he’s going to have to wear pants again. I explained to him that he can wear any type of pants that he wants or he can wear long shorts as well. I want him to understand the options and the weather that is going to be changing. He was so excited when he saw the bus, but he still wanted to make sure that he was coming home on the bus before he left. When he came home from school, he was very calm. He put his backpack and safety belt up. I fixed his snack and then we got ready to leave. He did great in the car and he was ready to see his therapist. When we got there, he was a little hyper and loud but he still did well. When we got done with his therapy, we went to dinner with my parents. He knew exactly what he wanted to order and he ate most of it. He did pretty well while we were sitting there, but he was getting emotional about parts of his day. I asked him to share with his grandma about him going to his music lesson. He was able to tell her that they played several instruments and sang numerous songs. I love that he’s starting to make those connections and be able to share when I ask him questions. When we came home, he wanted to go in all of the directions, but he also wanted to go home. When we got to the house he walked up to the porch. He always opens the storm door. He stands there with his hand in the door frame, trying to slowly move the door to close. I think he is trying to see how the door works and what it feels like when it’s on his hand. He has no fears so he doesn’t know that it can hurt him to slam his hand in the door. He had a great rest of his night, requesting more food and ready for his day ahead. The bus was still on his mind, but I reassured him that he would be coming home from school on the bus. He was asleep in a matter of moments and I know that he is ready for the next day. Tomorrow we don’t have anything big planned and he needs that time where he gets to stay home. Progress was once again made today and I’m very thankful for my sweet baby O. Find your happiness in the little things and know that you can move mountains when you stay strong. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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