I am upstairs in our bedroom with the door closed and the fan on trying to work. I can still faintly hear Roark SCREAMING downstairs as he no doubt is upset about the tilt of the earth on its axis or perhaps the impending global warming, or even more likely that his bottle is a teeny tiny bit too cool for his delicate palate. He is THAT high maintanance. Cole on the other hand sprouted two teeth last night and has yet to complain about anything - ever. Explain that to me please.