Isaac has a cold. And what that essentially means is that every damn thing in the house is coated in a quarter-inch thick layer of baby snot. Clothing is stiff with mucus. Isaac's lovey has just taken on the smell of death and casino tokens. Everything is gross. To add to the excitement, I was sick this weekend,too, and Shannon was finishing off her cough. We were like the Von Trapp family singers, only with boogers instead of Julie Andrews.