Somewhat of a quiet night but Owen decided before he went to bed he was going to sleep on the couch. Truly I wouldn’t care except for all the rolling around he does. At some point before midnight, he brought all his blankets from his bed to the couch and there he was when I got up to go to the bathroom. When I went to the bathroom he woke up but thankfully went back to sleep after he looked at me like “See I’m on the couch.” He wasn’t there when I went to bed but he was determined to sleep there. He woke at about 4:30 to start his day. He told me he slept on the couch. He was very proud of it, as he should be. I told him yes he sure did. He’s randomly been asking off and on for a few months. The only reason I had said no was his rolling but he sufficiently took care of that with all the blankets and put more on the floor. He was also concerned about his “booboo it’s a cut” he said. He wanted a bandaid but then kept taking it off. He told me he would get one at school. He no longer has to wear the safety harness and can use the regular belt so he asked about it. I told him he didn’t have to wear it anymore and he said, “Take it to school.” I made sure it was in his backpack but he is officially moving up. He wore shorts because I offered him actual blue pants and shorts. He chose the shorts and said, “Blue pants tomorrow” but I would be surprised if he did. He wanted his jacket and we were out the door. He was very ready for me to pick him up for therapy. He wanted to make sure I knew it before he got on the bus. Then when he got on the bus he said, “Mommy can go” asking me to get on the bus with him. He keeps asking for snow. That's going to be interesting. Maybe this year he will want to play in it like the rain. His teacher said he had a rougher morning but after the first few things, he was having a much better day. I wore shorts this morning and blue jeans to pick him up. He would not stop asking me about them. I need to not wear them for a while. He did great with his speech therapist and wanted to read some new books with her. Then he was with his occupational therapist. We both thought he would go into the same room he was in last time but he wanted to go in her other room. He took the slide that was in this room and put it on top of their really tall crash pad. He wanted to put it right on the edge and kept telling us to sit down because he didn’t want us to stop his fun. But we stopped his fun. He has come a very long way. His therapist was also impressed with how he self-directs some of his exercises now. We didn’t know why he wanted in this room but we quickly learned he had a plan. I moved some of them off the floor this morning and he about lost it. It was quite the adventure after therapy. I let him decide where he wanted to go. It helped him but also elevated him. I’m never sure which way to go with that. We didn’t get a pizza because I don’t want him to think we do that every week. I convince him to put all the blankets back on his bed and so far he is asleep in his bed. I’m thankful for his incredible progress and I even got him to ride his bike today. Life is incredible. We just have to focus on the good stuff. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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