“Sit”, Owen said. I was sitting. But then I had to go to the bathroom. This did not please him. I don’t want to cry. Heck, I don’t even want to think about it. I walked to the bathroom, he started screaming. I stopped. I told him that we don’t scream at each other and especially when someone needs to go to the bathroom. I do not want to go back to the days where he would scream at the bathroom door, kicking and banging on it after he closed it. I told him to apologize to me and he said, “sorry mommy”, coming to me for a kiss on top of his head. Sometimes I think he needs to go through these negative behavioral steps as much as he has to go through the appropriate ones to make the connection to his own emotions and how I react. Not being in routine yesterday certainly changed how today would go. The dramatic stomping continued tonight. It’s almost like it is connected to a song or dance he is learning. The stomping gets me. It brings a little giggle to my heart. It’s so exaggerated and expressive. This is not something he normally does so to watch him stomping is a cherished moment. And the language train is chugging along. He laughs as he asks Siri to say, “I want banana and veggie straw and chocolate milk and monkey please in German”. He listens and then asks for the same thing in “spinach”. He changes it up a little and asks for Italian this time. Then he is laughing so hard he can’t get Siri to understand so he comes to me. I remind him to go slowly so she can understand him. That’s when the smile washes across my face. I actually have to tell my sweet baby O to slow down with his words. My baby is talking and learning every language he can think about. Owen’s back on his shrimp kick but after a little dinner conversation, he decided to eat the meatloaf in front of him. He had a bite and then he spit it out. “Meatloaf that is beef”, he stated, like he had just decided it. Beef is not something he has been eating for very long but we’ve had meatloaf numerous times and he’s always enjoyed it. After saying he wanted shrimp and me not moving he ate all the meatloaf and rice on his plate, asking for more. This momma is happy and cranky all at the same time. The world’s still spinning when I would love a calm day for all. His smile is the calm in my storm. Find what makes you smile and know that tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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