Noah is sick again. I hate when he's sick. I'm pretty sure it's just a cold. But Marty is taking him to the pediatrician tomorrow just in case. Too many times in his short 2 years of life "just a cold" has turned into more. I'd rather it just stay a cold.

On a more positive front: This kids talks. A lot. All the time. About everything. I can't count how many times in the last few weeks someone has commented on how clearly he speaks. Friends, family, strangers... it's crazy. Every day, it seems, he's saying something new. "What do, Mommy, what doin?" is definitely the favorite. Along with "What sound?" He's a little (ha!) curious, so I'm sure the "why?" stage is just around the corner. silly boy.