I watched Owen eat his lunch with a fork. That makes this momma happy. We had lasagna. I can always tell when he really likes something because he is willing to use a fork to eat. He switches back and forth from using his left hand to right hand without even thinking about it and he still has the telltale signs of lasagna all over his shirt. He loves to take the noodles back out of his mouth and then put them back in after he’s gone through almost a song and dance with it between his fingers and on his face. It’s kind of like how he plays the guitar with his feet as he’s standing up working on his tablet. It’s incredible to watch him. He strums it with his toes and somehow produces tones that seem to work together. He woke early this morning, but I actually got to sleep all night in my bed. That very rarely happens. It was the light that actually woke him. I had to go to the bathroom. I walked past the sensor nightlight when I was done, not really thinking about it since it was so early. It goes off in ninety seconds, but that was about eighty-eight too long. He started yelling about it. The nightlight is in the kitchen. The drapery was closed that I use to cover the hall opening. Even though it’s a blackout curtain he can still see the very faint light shining through the difference in the fabric. I ordered another blackout curtain to hang at the other side of the opening, hoping that two curtains and the separation will keep the light from waking him. I asked Owen where my nose was and he stuck his finger in his own nose. I asked again and I got the same reaction. One day at a time I remind myself. I drag my feet at the nighttime process. Some nights it takes hours for him to settle even with the strictest of routines. I’m praying for a night of comfort for my sweet baby O. Here’s to counting your blessings, learning to let go, and knowing tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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