In which it's getting harder to think up clever titles.
We're tired around here. It's been a busy couple of weeks-- visits to the oncologist and radiologist, Thanksgiving Day feasts to eat, a small forest of leaves to rake and a driveway full of snow to shovel.
There's been no rest, either-- Owen has (another) double ear infection.
We spent all of Monday night holding him so he could sleep upright and the nastiness could drain. It's remarkable, but at 4 a.m., after say twenty minutes of sleep, a 2-year-old's head seems amazingly pointed and heavy pressed into your sternum.
But that's what we do for the people we love.
