I just took the boys to the doctor. Ammon met us over there. They are sick. Noah has fluid in his left lung and is wheezing. Dr. Robertson (who I love love love! I'm so glad I finally found a pediatrician that I like) initially thought it could be walking pneumonia. His cough is terrible but he is acting totally fine. He still plays and eats and is a happy boy. After a test for RSV for both kids, it was determined that they just have nasty colds. Griffin's isn't that bad and we hope it stays that way. Noah was put on an antibiotic and an inhaler. We're supposed to travel up to Virginia on Friday so I hope they feel better soon. I absolutely hate it when my boys are sick. It's the worst part of parenting thus far. We talked briefly about starting sleep training for Griffin. I love to rock him to sleep. There's something about having a baby fall asleep on your shoulder... so peaceful. But then he wakes up 4+ times per night to eat and I can't take it anymore. I don't sleep at all and it is definitely taking its toll on me (and anyone I come in contact with). Dr. Robertson assured me that he doesn't need to eat in the middle of the night anymore... When we sleep trained Noah, he did really well. He had a pacifier and a blanket though. Griffin won't attach himself to anything but me. I might wait until after our trip to begin the journey.