As if there wasn't enough going on right now, Broden has a cold. Poor baby's nose is raw, he can't breathe to drink out of his bottle or to get a good nights sleep, and I'm sure his head is just pounding from all of that boogie pressure. There is nothing like having to wipe an ounce of running snot off of your baby's top lip every 5 minutes. Yum, and he just smeared it all over the front of my t-shirt. I think I better go. Have a splendid President's Day!