To The Moon Sunday

I have a thousand questions this morning and not one answer. I looked at a section of hair on Owen’s head that is clearly needing to be cut, wondering if today would be a day he could handle me cutting it. His hair is pretty much a revolving door for the scissors. I’ve never taken Owen to get his hair cut, always cutting it myself. Now I’m hoping I’ve made the right decision. The one thing I know is I can’t get emotional about it today. I’m already walking on eggshells with Owen. He had an incredible day yesterday, but that means today will have a slight tinge of anxiety for him making sure everything is in his order since our day was not completely routine yesterday. When we came home last night he got his bubbles off the cabinet. Two things immediately come to mind, bubbles shouldn’t be on the cabinet and how do you explain liquid. I was trying to put stuff down and get the bedtime process going since it was later than normal for us. Three cheers for Owen trying to blow bubbles on his own, we’ve been working on this for a while, but he doesn’t understand when the lid is off and you lay the container down the liquid comes out. My couch might be a little cleaner today. Bubble liquid surprisingly dries quickly. He woke in my bed and all I kept thinking was please let him be in a good mood. I never know what he is going to say or do. He got upset that he wasn’t going to see his teacher but then realized it was a church day so all was right with his world. He remembered that pinching is one more of the things we are not supposed to do and it has become his morning go-to saying, but I’m feeling very fortunate that it isn’t accompanied by the action. I’m thankful for the little things. Rejoice in your victories, let the world see your smile, and know that you are not alone. Smiles to all and donut daze!