Get the Ball Rolling

Well, my dear child has graduated to the throwing of furniture, screaming, kicking, hitting, and yesterday he bit his brother.   It's a joy being around A, as 80% of the time we're walking on egg shells.  The other 20% he's not around.  


Both boys had swim lessons today.   Ares has been doing great - aside from him almost nearly drowning while doing the back stroke - every time.  He's good with the other strokes though.   He's been behaving because he knows that if he does well, and participates, I won't make him continue with swim lessons.   It's more self preservation than anything else.  He's in pre-swim team now, so I feel that he'll live if he happens to fall accidentally into a pool. 


Atlas - well.  Atlas.   He's his own person, and aint NO ONE tellin' him what to do.  $67 down the preverbal drain.   He wasn't happy that Ares got a cookie today and he didn't.   (the crazy thing, is that we were swimming for a half hour before lessons started, but he wouldn't get into the water for lessons. He's lost that privilege.) 

Ares had 10 vials of blood drawn this past Wednesday.   Then something concerning came back (elevated ANA levels, showing an autoimmunity deficiency), and a pediatric rheumatologist was contacted, and he requested 4 more vials of blood to be drawn for more tests. That was fun.   took 4 of us to hold him down, and then we walked out, sat down for 10 minutes, Adam talked to him for a while, we went back in, and he was ready and watched the needle go in without even a flinch.  good boy. 


Atlas has been taking a page from Ares' book and now screams, kicks, cries and throws tantrums when he doesn't get his way.   This is not all that often, but often enough. 
So right now I hate my life.   I'm trying to survive, but I'm drowning.  But at least Atlas won't go into the water - so he's not drowning!