Giggle box, that’s pretty much what Owen is lately. It seems to be a way he is processing interactions with me, as well as laughing more at funny things. I often wondered if he got humor. And I wondered if he knows when he is being funny or silly. He will come up with some of the funniest responses to something I’ve said or come up to me for tickles and hugs, but I don’t know if he connects that with humor. He also laughs now when things are upsetting him or if something happens that in general isn’t funny. If I try to correct him in any way he will now erupt with laughter. The kind that shakes your whole body. He will throw himself over on the couch, rolling to the ground laughing. Trying to correct Owen is getting harder all the time. The more I try to explain or even if I only try to alter or adjust his behavior without explaining it he seems to handle it worse. His outbursts are bigger and now the laughter is his way of dealing with it. I have to be on my toes constantly about the words that I use with him. And as soon as a word leaves my mouth I want to grab it and stuff it right back in there because I can tell almost instantaneously whether it is going to cause him to be more upset or if it will be effective in helping him process what I’m trying to say. Every day I’m thankful for his words and the connections he is making. I know that with the increase in vocabulary he will be able to process why we do certain behaviors or he can use his words to explain why something is difficult for him to do or understand. One step at a time, I remind myself. I think about when the doctors told me Owen most likely would not talk. I couldn’t hold on to those words, even though I know they had to explain this, I still couldn’t believe it. I tell him every day that we have to keep growing and learning, together we are a team. Know that you are amazing, believe in yourself, and the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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