What started out as a manageable-enough process of giving him fish oil in an oral syringe turned into full combat after the first couple of days. If I knew a martial art it might have been easier, but I doubt it.

The last couple of days have been a bit better - a relative concept. It has made giving him his other reflux meds harder as he distrusts everything we give him now. He holds a long grudge about these things. I personally don’t blame him. It’s not the most pleasant stuff in the world to take.

So far, no noticeable improvements in speech or otherwise as far as I can tell, though he has seemed more chatty in the last few days. I didn’t do an in-depth statistical analysis or anything, but I think he’s been using syllables a bit more often rather than his normal R2-D2-like moans and grunts. I haven’t seen any physical side effects so far, so that’s a big positive.

It’s supposed to take a while to notice much in the way of improvements with Omega-3s. It’s hard to be patient when you pray everyday that something will work. But it’s a lot less messy than offering animal sacrifices, so we’ll hang with it.

New word of the day - ‘two-berty’, the two-year-old equivalent of puberty marked by tantrums, stubbornness, and parental drinking. (see also Twos, Terrible)

We’ve gotten lucky so far. J-Man’s tantrums generally have been short-lived. Give him a minute and he’s fine. I think those days are coming to an abrupt end.

I dropped him off a while ago at ‘inclusive preschool’, a.k.a. Group Therapy with Paint, The Place Where Therapists Try to Get the Kids to Not Notice They are Therapists by Disguising Themselves as Teachers, and (most importantly) The First Church of ‘Yes, We Can’ Even If It Takes Us a While. He threw a fit something awful. My caffeine-to-parental-guilt ratio was a bit skewed this morning, so I think that leveled it out. Um, thanks.

Next week, the school transitions to a new building with more space and a playground. Hopefully that will help. Lots of people in a close space tend to unnerve him. Still, the transition may take us a week or two, especially since his occupational therapy and developmental therapy are changing days and we’re getting a new OT because of the new preschool schedule and the previous OT going on maternity leave. Should be a fun week next week.

Well, Daddy quiet time at the library is nearly over. Off to pick him up and see how well he did today.