More sleep with a side of the occasional wake-ups happened but I think it was better than most nights. Overall we had a pretty good day. Owen was much calmer than yesterday but we only went to church and the drive-thru for “chicken nuggets french fries ice tea not ice tea ice coffee”. He likes to tell me what to order. He also likes to scream about the windows being open. Not only my window being down but he wants the restaurant’s windows closed too. I try to explain to him that we can’t get our food if the windows aren’t open but he only has one goal in mind. Things have to be like they have to be until they don’t have to be like they have to be and then it’s ok until it has to be like it has to be again. Staying in routine is much easier for him but even he likes to change it up or not do something he has always liked to do. Bowling has become one of those things. When we go he loves it but getting there is hard on him right now. When we drove to church this morning it was raining so I turned on the windshield wipers. The best part was having Owen not scream at the wipers. I finally got a new car after driving the other one for over fifteen years. He still gets agitated in the car about where we go or how I turn but not having the noises that my old car made brings tears to my eyes. The turn signal was too loud for him, the windshield wipers squeaked and went too slow, the seats made noise, every single thing was something to him. A new car isn’t something you simply get. And a new car that he might halfway like is a stressful decision. When we bought the car I took him with me to see what he thought. If he didn’t like it then it wasn’t the right one for us. We sat parked, Owen and I in the back seat, and the sales guy in the front turning on and off the windshield wipers for us to be amazed at how quiet they were. I lost count how many times he turned them on and off for us. Today was that victory day. He even sang “the wipers on the bus go swish swish swish”. We were almost to church and a car pulled in front of me. Owen said, “dude come on” and I had to laugh. He may have heard that come from me a time or two. He had a great night of dueling Alexa and Siri. “It’s not Arabic it’s not Espanol it’s Russian”, he said asking each one of them to say different words in different languages. He fell asleep quickly tonight but he’s already been up twice. Fortunately, I got him back to bed quickly. The joy fills my heart hearing him laugh at “gorilla noises not bunny not kangaroo”. Never give up on the miracles yet to happen. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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