Another Bad Night

The night I made the previous entry “Steps of Progress” was a rough one. A couple notes… Ian’s temp didn’t get too outlandish, but he was not able to sleep well at all. Very early in the morning, long before sun-up, Ian would not go back down, and so I took him downstairs to get some milk, which he had asked for. He also asked for “Teebee” which means television. Using a trick I saw Grampa Ray pull on a certain nephew of mine, I switched the TV to the doppler weather channel, sat down in the recliner Uncle Ben had suggested, and the two of us fell asleep until a less ridiculous hour. That recliner has already paid for itself about twelve times.

Ian’s doctor appointment revealed another nasty ear infection, poor kid.