The boys both slept well for their “slumber party” but just not enough. Trevor was up until midnight or so because he kept hearing motorcycles and airplanes. Our checklist of supplies is two pages long, but I think we have a comprehensive list now.
Today should have been a recovery day but it was pretty hectic. Brendan started his new rate & med today and did well. There was just one issue early this morning.

Trevor thinks he is going to escape.

One day soon, he will probably get this gate taken apart for real

This is what Brendan thinks of my singing voice. He especially hates it if I try to sing Irving Berlin’s “Blue Skies”. He cries like it is torture, big tears pour out. I know my voice is bad, but wow!

Now I have to get back to my war on fingernails. Brendan even fights me in his sleep, I can only get through 3 or 4 nails at a time.