Typical dinosaur days

X needs routine, he needs his mornings to be Dinosaur Train mornings, he needs his afternoons to be Dinosaur Train days, and he needs his evenings tucked into his dinosaur bed, with his dinosaur stuffed animal, in his dinosaur pajamas. 

I can't remember how long ago it was that we introduced Dinosaur Train into X's life, but I guarantee you if he could talk like kids his age, he'd recite every episode. I'm getting to the point where I can recite them. X's days start off with sending his brother and sister to school on the bus. We then walk home and he either eats cereal (which is really just a joke, because he's stopped eating cereal, but I make it for him because if I don't then he's mad) or he will eat some pancakes. He has his sippy cup of milk clutched in his hand just drinking away and fully absorbed into Dinosaur Train. Buddy from DT sings a song about being a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and at the end, he roars as loud as he can; perfect timing every time, X tilts his head back and closes his eyes, as if for one moment he's Buddy, and says "ROOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRRR." Then he sits and breathes in every second of his beloved Dinosaur Train. 

Tuesday through Wednesday, we'll go to Occupational and Speech Therapy (we haven't started ABA yet, still waiting on that) so his dino time is interrupted, and then we come home. I make him lunch and he either opts not to eat, or will nibble here and there. X no longer takes naps, instead he runs circles in the house, or will fight with his toys, or give extra lovin's to the cat. Bless our cat, she's SO sweet and just lets X hug her till his heart is warm. I think she secretly loves it. ;) Come dinner time, it's a hit and miss with X. He will either eat or will have nothing to do with dinner and run circles around the table. Bath time is another ordeal, he use to LOVE bath time but here lately he doesn't want his hair washed/touched in bath time and screams and cries every time. 

Bed time, oh bed time, why must you be so difficult. It takes about an hour to two hours to put X down. He'll go down, then get up and come peek into the living room, give us a little shit eating grin, and then laugh at us. Then you know the drill.... wash, rinse, repeat. He has to sleep with his iPod (well it was my husband's, but it's now in X's room so it's his), his iPod plays Rock A Bye Baby and then he has a turtle that projects stars into the wall/ceiling. This is the only way X will go to sleep. If one of these factors are not on, he's not sleeping.

X really has a huge obsession with dinosaurs, and it's so cute. He has these dinosaur nose masks that he likes to wear on his face. The other day I went to the BX to mail off a package and he was wearing his dino mask and we kept getting strange looks. I'm use to it now, either we get strange looks for his melt downs, or him wearing rain boots in the middle of summer without it raining that day, headphones on his head in the store, or his dino mask. I should gather up his dinos and take a picture and just add it to this post later. Today I went to change his diaper, and he finally realized that mickey is on his diaper. He was not happy about this at all. He started roaring at me pointing to Mickey, and then ran into the hall closet, shut the door, cried and roared. I got up, held him in my arms while he roared and cried and bit me, until he passed out on my shoulder. 

At the end of the day, we all go to bed exhausted, only to wake up and do it all over again. It's our life, and it's how it was meant to be.