Well, the day isn’t finished but I’m going with no meltdowns. At least there were none on our way to church or on the way home so that’s a plus. Once Owen fell asleep last night he slept until after four, got into bed with me, and then slept for several more hours. At least one of us can sleep. “Throw it in the trash”, he chimed in when he saw me eating a banana. He was in the other room and still had to come to check to make sure I threw the banana away. He tried to take it out of my hand. This is the part that is so hard for me to grasp. He is super sensitive about the banana but loves the taste of bananas and wanted to paint with them like Curious George did. One day at a time. I keep telling myself July is going slowly fast, he will be back with his beloved teacher soon, and his routine. The glorious routine. On the way to church, he started telling me about the femur and how it was connected to the “leg and foot and body”. I’m truly not sure when he started learning about the body but it seems like a journey we are now entering. The language train is still going strong but it’s like it’s back to all one big language even though he can still tell me what language he is listening to. He occasionally throws foreign words in while he’s telling me something and I’m shocked when he tells me what it is. His words are stronger but he also gets confused easily about how to express himself. “No wheels on the bus today”, he yelled with his foot stomping. He had asked me to find the song for him but as soon as I told him that he would have to listen to it he told me no. But once I looked it up he listened for five seconds and asked me to find it again. I was like the circle is going to go round and round like the bus. I made him play his drums with the recording of the song, trying to distract him from being mad that he had to listen to the song that he requested. My head spins from trying to figure that out. The day was calmly wild. Not smooth, not hard, not quick, not slow, but we still had a pretty good day. I laid in the “blue bed” with him where he fell asleep numerous times, only to wake up every time singing a quick round of “the wheels on the bus go round and round”. And with that, I wanted to cry. My emotions get me some days and exhaustion wins. I held him in my arms and he finally fell asleep, or so I think and hope, for the night. Tomorrow is a brand new day. We are going to the park and therapy. That made him very happy. Find your inspiration and know that you can do amazing things in this world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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