A Chip off the ol’ Tooth

Ian had already been having a pretty lousy day. He hadn’t had much sleep, for one thing… Mommy decided to take him for a ice cream to see if that would help; he apparently misstepped while trying to be a nice boy and throw something out… he tripped, fell on his face, smooshed his lip, and chipped his tooth a little. Ian’s not eating anything tonight, he’s very upset and in a bit of pain… everybody’s nerves are a little frayed around the edges, but we’re hanging in there. At this point we’re pretty much praying that he falls asleep and wakes up tomorrow feeling good enough to be able to eat, he couldn’t really get his lips around a straw without balling. We managed to get a little milk in his tummy by letting him drink like a big boy and putting a little bit of flavor in the milk so that he would sort of get through the pain for the sake of more.

I’ve got a bowl of Cheerios soaking in milk right now in the fridge for the morning.