Too Much Thursday

Owen had a rough night. He woke around four, got into bed with me, and started talking to me about the fish. He’ll say, “let’s go see the fish”, but then when I say, let’s go, he immediately says, “no fish”. I’ve tried to take him anyways, but once we get to the store he immediately goes into meltdown mode. It’s so hard for me to process how to help him with this. He asked Santa for two things, church, and fish; yet he wants nothing to do with the fish. This in itself was huge, he asked for something from Santa. I feel like he is starting to understand more about Christmas, however we are still singing Christmas songs, and will for months to come. One day at a time I think. Owen is getting better about the days of the week, and what happens on them, but yet he still isn’t always connecting what day it actually is. I have to remind myself of what day we are on, constantly looking to make sure I’m correct. He has such a great memory, and the more words he learns, the more he makes those connections to his memories. I hear words I said to him so long ago tumbling out of his mouth. I’m amazed, and daunted all at the same time. It also keeps me on my toes now, making me reflect on my tones, and actions with him. I listen to his words, and the inflection he carries with those words. He will make himself sound like a character, or a tone, even like me. We drove by a Taco Bell the other day, and being Owen’s tour guide I always tell him what places are, and how they relate to us. I told him mommy likes to get food there, I asked him to say Taco Bell. He said, “ding ding ding”. I can’t argue with that. I told him good job. I asked him to repeat Taco Bell, but he kept saying the noise. We’ll try again another day. On the way home Owen kept asking for his milk, repeatedly. I told him we would get some when we got home. As soon as we walked in the door Owen went to the refrigerator, opened the door, and got his milk. Feeling accomplished. I have been leaving his cup in the refrigerator full of milk, explaining that he could get his milk when he wanted it, and there he was getting it. I had to remind him to close the door, but wow, a huge victory for us. I see growth, and my little boy shining more, and more every day. Never give up on your hopes, and dreams. Celebrate the littlest of victories, because they can be the greatest of rewards. Smiles to all and donut daze!