My evening was going well......or at least better. Lizze and I were watching Swamp Loggers and I was finally relaxing.  Next thing I know, everything in the room went dark.  Blue, Emmett's kitten, was playing behind the TV and has discovered how much fun it is to press the button on the power strip and shut everything off. Thankfully, Maggie is now guarding the TV and we should be able to finish our show without further interruption. :-)

Who doesn't love stickers? Stickers are a sign of accomplishment.  When we were kids, a sticker on our school work meant a job well done.  Emmett is no exception to this sticker loving rule, although he takes it to a bit of an extreme.  He loves wearing stickers like there some kind of tattoo.  Thankfully, this ink is removable when he's done.  You can see in the picture how happy he is, covered in stickers.  Which, strikes me as a bit odd.  For a kid with severe sensory issues, one would think that this would be unpleasant for him. 

Embarrassingly enough, we have yet to pull our Christmas tree down. However, it's proving to be a source of entertainment as of late.  The kittens have discovered the tree and have been having a blast inside of it.  It's really kinda funny to watch them race each other around the inside and then leap out of the top and take off across the floor.  I tried to get pictures but they were buried in their pretty good.  I just thought it was cute and it actually put a smile on my face.  :-)

What I'm about to share with you is deeply personal.  I'm laying down on the couch trying not to have an anxiety attack or vomit. At this moment in my life, rational or not, I feel like I'm losing Elliott.  Elliott, at 6 years of age, has been forced to deal with one trauma after another.  Most of these were a result of his big brothers violent behavior over the years.  It's not like I wasn't trying to protect Elliott and he wasn't physically injured by Gavin.  However, he has been hurt on an emotional level.  I hadn't realized just how bad it was until tonight.  Lately we've been struggling with Elliott.  He's so angry anymore,  and I honestly can't blame him.  In his eyes, he's lost his older brother…

Today was once again, Therapy Tuesday.  Every Tuesday, we cram a crap load of therapies in for the boys.  Doing it this way is exhausting but the boys love Tuesdays and it frees us up for all the other various appointments that pop up throughout the week. As much as I enjoy watching the boys in therapy, I am sooooooo glad that this is it for today,  we'll almost.  We had Dr. Patti tonight and the boys spent some time with her while Lizze and I hung out on the other side of the room. Someone,  I won't say who okay'd yo yo's out of the treasure closet after the appointment.  Friggin yo yo's. Does she hate me or something? Yo yo's are worse than slinkies when it comes to…