Jack my boy ....

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My rosy cheeked boy. He woke up last night at 11. Yeah we all know that is not good when a child wakes only two hours after they went to bed.. so yeah,
Picture this.
MAMA MAMA\
Boo booo ears.
booooo booooo eeeeeeyarrrs!!!!
I take a peak and yup his right ear is all red on the inner portion that I can peak at. So gave him some motrin and big sister allie had a paper to write and knowing she would be up all night anyway took him to her room.
He slept til three and woke up again. (this time mama was replaced with YAYA(allie))
BOOH BOOOHHH EEEEYARRRRSS OWWWWWWW.
She snggled him up and he slept til 6ish.
Went to the doc and his tube is blocked with ane ar infection.
Antibiotics and drops and back tothe EENT in two weeks.
Gotta say though its been 10 months without an ear infection so I am not complaining.
I am attaching his pic from this morning you can see his red cheeks and a little dull looking.
Love him ore than ever.
My Missi is going to the prom this saturday night. So excitnig for my baby girl. She gets prettier everyday.
Allie has almost finished her first year of college and I couldnt be happier.
We are applying to local universities for their nursing programs and I think she is going to be alright.
I dont know what I would do without her. Any of them really but she is an immense help and truly my friend. When I gorw up I want to be just like her.

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