So here we are, a month since Kieran was first diagnosed with an ear infection and he’s still not better.  He is now taking a third antibiotic and the doctor says if this doesn’t work he will have to see the Ear/Nose/Throat specialist, possibly to get tubes put in his ears.  This really doesn’t concern me.  I just want him to get over the infection so he can hear properly. This is such a crucial time for figuring out sounds and if he can’t hear well it could seriously affect his speech development. 

On the up side the kids have been been trying to kill me starting the day at 5:30am.  If by “up” you mean “waking”.  Because that’s really all I can say about that without cursing.  We think Avery might be developing allergies because she seems to have a runny nose that won’t go away and it seems to get worse at night when she was sleeping on a feather pillow and under a down comforter. I am going to make some changes in her sleeping environment and see if that improves things.  But it would seem that she may have inherited her father’s sensitivity to…well…everything.  Allergies suck.  For the allergy sufferers, sure. But don’t think that the families of allergy sufferers don’t also suffer! We have to put up with the sniffling and snoring and general crankiness, too.  And Avery has DEFINITELY developed a case of the grumpies.  She is so cranky these days. I don’t know if it’s because of this possible allergy, or the fact that she’s waking up so freaking early that she’s tired, or if it’s just the three-year-old-crazies.  But some days she is more belligerent than a teenager.  She’s also started lying. Unfortunately (for her) she’s not very good at it. So she gets caught.  This results in punishment. Which increases the moping and moaning and general gnashing of teeth and rending of garments. 

Example:  Avery is not allowed to get up until the digital clock in her room says 6:00am.  (What she doesn’t know is that the clock has accidentally been set back by half an hour.)  This morning she comes out and tells me that her clock says “6″ and she wants to get up. I, knowing that the clock does NOT say “6″, say “Let’s go check and see what time it says.”  Avery scurries ahead of me to her room, covers the numbers with her hand and says “No! Don’t look Mommy!  It’s a secret!”  Secret, my ass!  I set the damn clock. I think I know what time it says!  This child will never work for any kind of secret intelligence agency!