The dude did not fall asleep until almost eleven last night. He woke early having a diaper problem, coming to me to fix it. Now that’s something I’m thankful for. He’s starting to process that his diaper is wet. He wanted to get right in bed, but I had to fix his diaper first. This upset him, but once I changed him we were back to sleep for several more hours. He woke in an amazing mood. Owen’s words, comprehension, and connections are really blossoming. I always worried that he wouldn’t be able to tell me if he had a rock in his shoe or something was wrong with his socks. But today I know he can. I put his shoes on him, got up to get our stuff so we could go bowling, and he runs to me, lifting up his leg, yelling, “shoe”. I rejoiced right in that very moment. Many times he has said, “ouch” or has tried to tell me something hurts, but it was always one of those things that worried me. I was afraid he wouldn’t be able to tell me when something was really wrong. And here he was lifting his foot because he had a problem with his shoe. We sat back on the couch, I took his shoe off, put it back on, and that seemed to fix the problem. That little moment felt like a huge victory for us. My sweet baby O could tell me something was wrong with his shoe. I went back to getting our things together and he walked up to me holding my shoes. Blessing number two. There were days he was ready to walk out the door with no clothes on. I’m thankful and grateful for these changes. Today is a bridge for tomorrow. Celebrate the little victories because they are the hugest of rewards. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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