When Adam & I moved to Erie in the summer of 2007, it was a hot day and we didn't have a ceiling fan, so we went to Lowe's and bought a huge industrial fan. It made delightful white noise and we ran it every night, year round.
Once Henry came along and grew sensitive to the squeaking and creaking of footsteps by his door, we transferred the Great Fan to his room. It helped him sleep and we were thankful. A few weeks ago, it started making weird noises and lthis morning, it went kaput. Sad. Guess what else? It's really difficult to find big floor fans in the winter in northwest Pennsylvania. We have our other wimpy fan going in there along with some static...here's to hoping that all works out.
Mom says that I should break Henry of the white noise habit. To that, I say, "no way Jose.". It just ain't worth it...I do not want to diminish his nap time... Or for him to wake up at 1 am or 4 am or whenever Elliot is squalling. The end of the fan story. That was the most I've ever written about fans. My life is riveting?