The cold is continuing on its course and the baby now sounds like Kathleen Turner. Part of the hoarseness is probably from the massive amounts of crying he did Friday and Saturday--you know, when I was pinching him and putting all of his binkies in the Cuisinart? But he's developed a husky voice so it just sounds hilarious when he laughs (when I'm not pinching him and destroying his binkies) and he's also got this demure, princess-sounding cough that seems as if its going to stay for a while.
I'm really done with house hunting. No more condos, tandem parking, storage lockers or shared gardens. But also no more teeny tiny shoe box sized single family homes with lots of termite damage and dry rot in questionable--at best--neighborhoods. Just no more. This is one of those times when I really wish I hadn't gotten my hopes up so high.