Owen slept all night and woke up pretty excited but hyper about his day ahead. Thursday is his favorite day of the week so that anxious energy was very evident when he woke up this morning. Thursdays always seem busy to me. And today was no exception. He sat with me on the “white bed” while I drank my coffee and talked about his day. He loves the routine of his therapy day. He was ready for the bus and going to school but he was especially ready for therapy. Sometimes I think it is more about the anticipation of therapy than it is about therapy. He loves his therapy but he loves the routine of it and the learning. We went outside to wait for the bus. He was ready for rain more or less the mud. He kept talking about the mud. He wanted to sit in the mud but since there was no rain he sat on the concrete and acted like it was mud. He was very excited when he saw the bus turn the corner and off they went. When I went to pick him up his teacher said he had a full day and a full belly. He had a much better day. She also told me that he is getting so much stronger. She said that when he was at PE he rode the tricycle. The PE teacher was testing his strength by stepping on the back bar of the tricycle and he was able to take her around the room. I could tell he was getting physically stronger. I’m hoping that we can figure out how to use his strength and translate it into his fine motor skills. He still doesn’t have a lot of strength in his hands to do activities like writing or coloring. When we left his school we went to our church park. He had so much fun on their playground and he rode his bike with his Spider-Man mask under his helmet. He wanted the mud back I could tell. He kept sitting down on the ground like he was splashing the water. After that, he went to therapy. I let him to go in without me. I always want to change it up for him because he can quickly associate one way with routine. When we left there I drove him by a couple of the statues he likes and found on Google Earth. We went to get some “chicken figure it out” and then went home. That’s what he calls chick-fil-A. The rest of the night went quickly. I’m trying to get him to understand that when you wash your hands they actually both have to be wet. We go over different techniques to wash his hands but so far he only wants to get part of his one hand wet unless I help him. It’s interesting to me how he loves baths but hates washing his hands. I’m sure this is sensory-related and may also be associated with his fine motor skills. He was out as soon as he finally gathered all his blankets from around the house and put them in his bed. Here’s to a happy Friday and hopefully the return of his routine. I’m thankful for his progress and his smile. Find your strength and share your story. Someone will gather their own strength from the words you share. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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