Evan has recovered from his bout with bronchialitis (a fancy name for what seemed like a cold), and is smiling and screaming again. He's also decided sleeping through the night is for sissies. He might miss a big party, right?! [Sigh] I've gotten very good at sleeping upright, and Dan is a master at finding a pacifier with his eyes closed. He's such a happy baby though. We heard his first laugh yesterday, and that made a hundred sleepless nights worthwhile.