In the final hour of the third straight morning of basal testing, Charlie finally had enough.

"Can I eat something now?" He yelled from his room.

"Something WITH carbs!" he added.

At this point Charlie had gone quite savage - pouncing on slow-moving stink bugs and flicking them in his mouth like popcorn and licking the carpet up and down in search for old crumbs and juice stains.

We spent the long holiday weekend testing Charlie's morning basal rates. The results were extremely telling.

Take a look at Saturday morning's fasting numbers:

7 am - 118
8 am - 141
9 am - 228
10 am - 260
11 am - 192
12 pm - 186

From 8 am to 9 am he was spiking 80 points and from 10 am to 11 am he was dropping 70 points. We found the 8-9 rise the most interesting because that was a problematic time of day for us. Charlie would shoot up very high two hours after breakfast before finally coming into range in the third hour. Well, sometimes falling into range. We started to just assume that it's just the way it is. He's got diabetes. We figured we had to let the insulin run its course. This basal discovery changed our thinking.

We made a tweak for Sunday morning testing and got slightly better results, but still too far off.

We made another tweak for Monday morning testing and got the following:

7 am - 99
8 am - 104
9 am - 134
10 am - 118
11 am - 76

Wow! Isn't it glorious? 8-9 is just a gorgeous sight to behold. It's like a postcard from Hawaii.

Today was the first real test as we finally let the kid eat a proper breakfast. He didn't peak at 300 or 400 two hours post-meal as he did in the past. He climbed to an acceptable apex of 220 before descending smoothly to a snack time number of 92.

I'm going to bask in this Hawaiian sunset for just a moment. There are so many unexplainable obstacles with this stupid yet highly complex disease. It's so refreshing to be on to something.

Even if it's fleeting.