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Stepping Wednesday

8/24/2022

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Blue pants, blue pants, blue pants. The anticipation of tomorrow I think had Owen talking about them a little more today but at least he told me we weren’t going to talk about them after he wanted to talk about them. The morning flew by quickly. He woke at some point last night and got to the couch again. I need to put the blanket in his bed. It’s one of his favorites but he likes it on the couch. He has one almost exactly like it in his bed but it is a different color. This makes a difference and I won’t say on his bed because it seems the fitted sheet is about the only thing that ever stays somewhat in place, somewhat. I am thankful he is at least falling back asleep on the couch. I heard him stirring but I wanted to see if he would go back to sleep before I moved a muscle. He thankfully slept a while longer and so did I. He was happy when he got up and ready for school. He told me several times about wearing his safety belt and he wanted me to wear my pink shoes. I told him that he needed to give me kindness and grace and I wasn’t going to wear my pink shoes today. He didn’t mention it again. He did however want me to fix him a waffle and lots of milk. He did not eat the waffle. He wants it on his plate though. This same thing happened last year. He wants food before he goes to school but most of the time it’s because he wants it on the plate. Everything in its place and on his timing. He helped me get him ready to go to the bus. He is struggling with putting on his clothes lately. That almost sounds like he has never struggled to put on his clothes but this is like a regression. It feels like these are some of the skills that are sitting on the shelf, waiting while he is learning something else that needs his undivided attention. I’m trying to help him refocus on one step at a time. I’m trying to remember this myself. We got down to the bus stop and he immediately wanted to hear Siri translate his requested phrases into all the languages. I always wonder how much he comprehends. Lately, he hasn’t wanted to speak as much as he wants to listen to the translations. I did ask him what his favorite language was and he said, “Portuguese.” I was kind of shocked by this. First, he answered my question. And second, it was not what I was expecting for the answer. I really didn’t know what he would say but I was surprised he answered me. His bus wasn’t much longer and off he went. He hardly focused on the kids today at all. When he came home from school he wanted to talk to me about blue pants. He was not upset about them though, thankfully. I reminded him several times about kindness and grace and he went on about not talking about them. He ate a big dinner tonight and thankfully did not put the shrimp in my bed. He wanted me to plug in his tablet, instantly. And then he wanted to unplug his tablet within two minutes of plugging it in. I said multiple times, not to delete the app he was about to delete, and to not take it off the charger because it had no battery. Off the tablet went. This is where the “which battle do I pick” comes into play. The tablet lasted maybe a couple of minutes and he was right back asking me to plug it in. He immediately wanted me to drop what I was doing to plug it back in. I told him to sit it down and I would once I was done. The instant plug-in was not going to be forgotten that easily. He picked it up numerous times off the tablet to get me to do it. I tried to explain he spent more time worrying about it than he was spending time playing with the charged tablet but this is not a concept he gets yet. And I get tired. He was happy as a lark with the tablet plugged back in and then started singing Christmas tunes as he walked off. He wanted me to “lay right here and go to sweep” as soon as he got in bed. I leaned over to climb through the tent cover opening and he pulled my hair, laughing hysterically. He patted the pillow, which I was shocked he could do, and laughed again when he wanted me to put my head on the pillow. I told him I wasn’t going to get in the bed if he was going to pull my hair. Before I could say anything else or even get in the bed he was out. I stood there with half my body hanging over the bedrail for a few minutes not to wake him but he didn’t move. I’m hoping he sleeps all night again. Tomorrow is therapy day and hopefully, he will make some more great progress. They are trying new exercises with him to work on his leg strength and walking ability. My greatest gift today was to hear him sing. His voice is music to my soul and lifts my spirits every day. Be thankful for your victories and know that tomorrow the sun will shine again. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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    I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.

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