the little muffin has become a hot cross bun.

last night, rory woke up in the middle of the night with a fever and felt so lousy, she didn't want us to take her temp or give her some tylenol to make her feel better. i had to sneak the thermometer under her arm while she snoozed on me, and then brian mixed the liquid tylenol with water to get her to have at least some in her system.

she felt well enough this morning to take some yummy grape tylenol off a spoon and hopefully she'll feel even a little better when grandma and grandpa arrive tonight, but i'm not holding my breath.