Owen slept all night. Maybe one of the high points for the day. He woke up at five. I was pretty much already awake though. He walked around the corner and started saying “church church let’s get ready”. So did I mention it was five in the morning. For the next five hours, he couldn’t decide if he wanted me to “sit” or “let’s get ready”. The processing of what we need to do doesn’t always have a connection for Owen. He will yell one way but truly wants to do the opposite. In the grand scheme of things he was relatively calm today, minus the biting, pinching, and pulling of my hair. I don’t know why these behaviors are starting again. Maybe because of the extremely long break in routine or because he is trying to find ways to express himself and assert his opinions. He’s truly finding his voice though. Siri is giving him the confidence to use his voice with the voice-activated option on YouTube. I’ll take it. He gets so upset with me when I don’t understand what he is looking for or I can’t figure out what language he is trying to find. But I look at how far he has come in the last few weeks. He was playing a game on his tablet and he doesn’t understand with this particular game it’s a matter of rotating the whole tablet instead of using his finger to guide it. He asked me easily ten times to help him move the selection by tilting it. I had him hold it as well but he still wanted to put his fingers on the screen. Finally, as the day wore on he got it, kinda. He still didn’t get the concept but he at least realized he had to tilt the tablet. Anytime he would still miss he would bring it to me. He loves listening to a kid’s song about broccoli. I like to give him real-world examples of things so I made him broccoli to try while he listened to the song. Let’s just say he likes the song a lot better but at least he tried it. When I gave Owen his bath he was very calm. He got out of the tub without hesitation when I told him his bath was done. I started draining the water and I turn around to see Owen laying on the floor. I immediately started crying. How can my eight year old child think this is fine, better yet how can he think it’s a laughing matter when he starts pulling my hair as I help him off the floor. But this momma had to pull it together. He fell asleep relatively quickly but with his flair for pulling my hair and flipping so much on the bed that all the covers were completely thrown off. He’s excited for his big day tomorrow, back to school he goes. He had a smile as he drifted off to sleep and so did I. He makes me believe in miracles. Find your inspiration, know that you are important, and go after your dreams. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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