Owen hasn’t screamed in at least a week about the drawers being open in the kitchen. What conditions changed I wondered off and on throughout the day and I still feel anxious when I open a drawer knowing he might scream at me. He was relatively calm today even though he had to “be with mommy” instead of being at school. He processed it by repeatedly asking Siri how to say “be with mommy” in all the different languages. After a while, he moved on to asking Siri how to say, “Humpty Dumpty sat on them all in French”. This nursery rhyme phrase ranks right up there at the top of my list with his Christmas tune “single bells single bells single all the day”. I know partly this is because of how he says some of his letters but it will always have that special place in my heart. I have been trying to prepare him for a power outage or our internet being off. Both of these would be highly unacceptable to Owen and the same with not going to school. Any and all breaks from routine are beyond hard for him to understand. Earlier he walked right up to me when I had to sneeze, wanting me to help him with the voice-activated option on YouTube. I put my finger up to show him one second, knowing he wouldn’t understand but still trying. I moved my head and he kept saying what he wanted. The sneeze was coming. I moved my finger closer hoping he would stop. He moved an inch from my nose and my sneeze was swallowed. He has no general understanding of bodily functions. He’s learning but this is still hard for him and he didn’t understand I needed to sneeze. As I laid in bed with him I cried and I rejoiced. He started asking to go to bed so he could “go to sleep and get on the bus” by dinner time. He took his bath and was in bed before eight. Two hours later my emotions were drained. My sweet baby O spit on me. I couldn’t believe he did it. This used to be common and here he was doing it again. In the two hour span so many actions and reactions he had for being out of his routine. My heart aches for him and I pray he gets to go to school tomorrow. To calm him I said, “a is for apple” because I knew he would finish it. In today’s version H was for hamburger and he spelled it. To say I was shocked is an understatement but then he started singing the alphabet in French. My sweet baby O is amazing and I knew that tomorrow would be a brand new day. Rejoice in your victories, celebrating each and every one, no matter how big or small celebrate them all. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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