The day started a little early and a little cranky but thankfully we dialed it down before the screaming began. Any correction is a correction, any hint of sleepiness or me wanting more sleep can be turned into a moment of time that can spiral us into a very interesting day before it can even become a day. Thankfully Owen looked at the clock, took his tablet, and went back to his room, kinda.
After I was able to process that it was morning time we got our day started. Some days I’m tired before I even leave the bed. His energy is what one might call high and my energy might be called “momma needs another pot of coffee.” He knew we had a very busy day ahead and he was excited about it.
We were meeting our friend for breakfast and bowling. He was ready to get going. I explained to him what was happening and at least this time he was a little more calm about all the steps we had to go through before it was time to go. It was finally time and he was ready. We got in the car and headed to Cracker Barrel.
Besides not getting the dude enough pancakes he ate a lot of food. I ordered him a kid's pancake meal and they were gone before I could even cut them up for him. Then I got a meal that had chicken fried steak and gravy plus eggs, hashbrown casserole, grits, and biscuits. I gave him a little bit of everything and he ate most of it. He loved the chicken fried steak.
We didn’t get to go bowling because they were closed due to no water so we drove around instead and showed our friend several of the places Owen loves like the train depot. She did wonderful with him and it was nice to have a different perspective on everything. He wanted to go bowling but he handled the disappointment well. It was good for him to learn that we could still do other things when we were disappointed. It was good for him to go through the process and our friend handled the situation well.
He keeps reminding me that I hurt my foot and he got to ride with other people. He asked me who was going to take him to therapy when I hurt my foot and I told him I didn’t plan on hurting my foot again. We headed to his therapy after dropping our friend off. He looked at his tablet when we were in the car and said, “It only has a little bit of juice.” I’ve said it to him before but it is always funny when I hear my words coming back at me.
His speech therapist said he had a good day but he was extremely focused on what was next and what everyone was wearing. I told her it didn’t surprise me and that I completely understand. I wanted her to know that his focus isn’t always on the moment and that anything she works on with him is fine because I know it is about him learning people skills as well as therapy. He did good with the rest of his session but was very focused on clothing.
We came home and he told me that he wanted Chinese food when I took him to grandma’s house tomorrow. I told him we would have to wait and see. He was very focused on letting me know that I needed to be awake and not napping when he was sitting right next to me. I tried to explain I was tired from our very busy day.
The screaming and squealing can be unreal sometimes. My heart flutters at the first note of the scream, waiting for what will happen next. Sometimes it is completely attention seeking and other times it is full-blown meltdown mode before I can even turn around because I haven’t answered the same question for the hundredth time or maybe the thousandth time in the exact same way he needs it. Redirecting a genius is not exactly an easy chore. As the scream begins to soar my heart races and breaks a little more. I know he can’t stop himself or process it all but it still doesn’t hurt any less. This is my amazing sweet baby O and the screams of my son echo through my soul and bounce off the walls of my house and my bones. I pray for my words to come out right and for him to understand screaming is not the answer he is looking for.
Bedtime came and he stood in the kitchen once again screaming about going to his grandma’s house when I kept telling him he was going. I went to my room and he followed me back in. I told him that all he had to do was go to bed and he said sleep until “five oh oh am amen.” I said, “Yes please.” Even though he screamed a lot tonight he had a good day. He can’t wait for our next adventure and that makes me happy. His laughter is what makes me smile. Find joy in your day and a smile in your heart. Smiles to all and donut daze!
After I was able to process that it was morning time we got our day started. Some days I’m tired before I even leave the bed. His energy is what one might call high and my energy might be called “momma needs another pot of coffee.” He knew we had a very busy day ahead and he was excited about it.
We were meeting our friend for breakfast and bowling. He was ready to get going. I explained to him what was happening and at least this time he was a little more calm about all the steps we had to go through before it was time to go. It was finally time and he was ready. We got in the car and headed to Cracker Barrel.
Besides not getting the dude enough pancakes he ate a lot of food. I ordered him a kid's pancake meal and they were gone before I could even cut them up for him. Then I got a meal that had chicken fried steak and gravy plus eggs, hashbrown casserole, grits, and biscuits. I gave him a little bit of everything and he ate most of it. He loved the chicken fried steak.
We didn’t get to go bowling because they were closed due to no water so we drove around instead and showed our friend several of the places Owen loves like the train depot. She did wonderful with him and it was nice to have a different perspective on everything. He wanted to go bowling but he handled the disappointment well. It was good for him to learn that we could still do other things when we were disappointed. It was good for him to go through the process and our friend handled the situation well.
He keeps reminding me that I hurt my foot and he got to ride with other people. He asked me who was going to take him to therapy when I hurt my foot and I told him I didn’t plan on hurting my foot again. We headed to his therapy after dropping our friend off. He looked at his tablet when we were in the car and said, “It only has a little bit of juice.” I’ve said it to him before but it is always funny when I hear my words coming back at me.
His speech therapist said he had a good day but he was extremely focused on what was next and what everyone was wearing. I told her it didn’t surprise me and that I completely understand. I wanted her to know that his focus isn’t always on the moment and that anything she works on with him is fine because I know it is about him learning people skills as well as therapy. He did good with the rest of his session but was very focused on clothing.
We came home and he told me that he wanted Chinese food when I took him to grandma’s house tomorrow. I told him we would have to wait and see. He was very focused on letting me know that I needed to be awake and not napping when he was sitting right next to me. I tried to explain I was tired from our very busy day.
The screaming and squealing can be unreal sometimes. My heart flutters at the first note of the scream, waiting for what will happen next. Sometimes it is completely attention seeking and other times it is full-blown meltdown mode before I can even turn around because I haven’t answered the same question for the hundredth time or maybe the thousandth time in the exact same way he needs it. Redirecting a genius is not exactly an easy chore. As the scream begins to soar my heart races and breaks a little more. I know he can’t stop himself or process it all but it still doesn’t hurt any less. This is my amazing sweet baby O and the screams of my son echo through my soul and bounce off the walls of my house and my bones. I pray for my words to come out right and for him to understand screaming is not the answer he is looking for.
Bedtime came and he stood in the kitchen once again screaming about going to his grandma’s house when I kept telling him he was going. I went to my room and he followed me back in. I told him that all he had to do was go to bed and he said sleep until “five oh oh am amen.” I said, “Yes please.” Even though he screamed a lot tonight he had a good day. He can’t wait for our next adventure and that makes me happy. His laughter is what makes me smile. Find joy in your day and a smile in your heart. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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