I've also started to give Rowan a snack trap. It's good entertainment during Fiona's 45-minute(!) swim class. He looks like a little primate trying to get the puffs out. He sticks three fingers in and uses them as a scoop. Someday he'll figure out that the thumb is king.
Everyone's a little under the weather: runny noses, sore throats, and the like. But that ain't no reason to frown.