The Whimsical Wonders Sunday
To say we slept pretty good kinda works. Neither of us went to bed early. And neither of us slept late the first time. But we went back to sleep once Owen got in bed with me for another hour. He has been seeking input since he woke. He wants to be squished in a ball or jumping across the room. I always called him my little kangaroo before I even understood why he needed to jump. I wonder if his body is ever at rest. I had to change his diaper and I took off his shirt. I didn’t have one ready to put right back on him so he started screaming. “Shirt on shirt on”, he repeated in his screams. How do I convince him that he is fine without a shirt for a few minutes. It breaks the rules that are set in stone. We got ready for church and we headed for the car. Owen has a fascination with doors. He wants to put his fingers in the door jambs of our house and he wants to stick his foot in the car door jamb as I’m trying to close it. Every single time I put him in the car he sticks his foot right out as I’m about to close the door. I have to remember that he is going to do this. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell him not to stick his foot in the door he does it. Luckily, he has never got his foot caught in the car but he has been quicker than me a couple of times with his fingers. He hardly even reacts to the pain and he hasn’t stopped doing it. Most of the time it is our front door, so I make him stand on the opposite side of me now and luckily that has helped. Pins and needles ain’t got nothing on me, I live on knives and grenades. I literally have to stay one step ahead of Owen to keep him safe. He understands no fear. I am thankful for his words because the more we can communicate the more I can keep him safe. As we were driving to church Owen said, “I go to church I need to go to church you need to go to church”. And off we went. His happy content laughter is making me smile as the afternoon goes by. Through emotions I’m so joyful for my sweet baby O. Find your happiness, share your story, and know that you matter. 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.