Chase is having a hard time lately - partly because of of a cough that just won't go away and partly because of something more sinister. His cough has been going on for a long time now. It seems particularly bad at night and the only thing that makes it stop is to hold him upright for about 30 minutes. He's going to need another trip to the doctor in the next couple days because it doesn't appear that the cough is going to subside.

To rub salt in the wound (this is the sinister part), we cut the end of Chase's pacifier off. The idea is to make it easier for him to transition off the pacifier, but without the sudden shock of losing it all at once. In addition to the suffering he's already inflicted with, we are adding to the pain by removing his comfort.

He's saying a few words now, including yocksh (socks), bubble, ball, dinky (binky) and Poppa (Grandpa).