I sat down on the couch and Owen ran past me yelling, “need to go potty let’s go potty”. I don’t exactly move fast, but I know I need to get to the potty quickly. It’s been almost a year since Owen has been potty trained, mostly. The diaper expense alone is a blessing to no longer have. We still do a pad at night, but it’s such an incredible difference. However, if I don’t get to the potty quick enough he finds water very fascinating and how many changes of clothes can you go through in one day. If it’s not the toilet it’s the sink. He likes to turn the sink on full blast and fling the water around the room. And as many times as we have worked on washing hands, multiple times a day, every day, for how many years, nine times out of ten he only sticks one hand in the water to wash. He won’t get soap unless really prompted and drying his hands is more like can he dry them by hovering over the towel. I could tell he was really thinking and processing as the day wore on. His words were strong and his actions bigger. And probably his appetite the biggest. He ate food all day again it seems. He went between turkey and shrimp for his requests and no matter how I tried I wasn’t fast enough for him at all today. His screams were loud and his tablet went sailing across the room on more than one occasion. Every noise seemed to bother him and he ran to the basement door numerous times trying to get down the steps to “turn it offT”. I can’t even remember how many times he ran past me to go potty or to get to the basement. All I can do is think we made it through our day. He sang and played his instruments numerous times. When I think I know which one his favorite might be he then switches it up and starts playing another one more. I’m thankful for his love of music, his smile, and the laughter that makes my heart sing. Find your happiness, remember you are amazing, and keep moving forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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