Sick. AGAIN. That's right, folks.

Something is wrong with mah boy. At first we thought he was teething. There was the appearance of upper toof #1, and the swelling near said toof that was surely the hallmark of upper toof #2 emerging. There was the pilfering of ice-packs whenever I would open the freezer with him on my hip, and then the shoving of those ice-packs into his mouth for his chewing pleasure. There was the inability for him to sleep more than 2 hours at a time at night. But now we think he might have aNOTHER cold, thanks to our cold barometer, Clayton. Each time we wonder whether or not Isaac might be sick, we need only wait 2-3 days until Clayton comes down with the same symptoms as Isaac. Both of them are now cranky and constantly sleepy, yet unable to stay asleep; incapable of doing anything or being anywhere happily without one hand attached to Mom; and are now running low-grade fevers (Isaac's is 100.5). At this rate, we will be staying home from school tomorrow. PBBBBFlt. This whole "winter" thing is for the birds.