Hero Daddy to the rescue!
Phoebs is currently being comforted by her sweet, sweet Daddy so that I can continue to have a little Food Network zone-out time. Neither of us girls is feeling much better today... I'm beginning to think I'm battling a really nasty seasonal allergy attack (the self-diagnosis is always so accurate, right?); Phoebe, on the other hand, has some kind of mystery infection. Wouldn't it be great if she could talk!
Fortunately, in spite of her fever, Phoebe is somewhat unflappable. She's still collecting items in her bucket, loving on Jake, and parading through the house in her diaper. She did, however, spend more time in arms today than she has since the last time she was sick. Her tummy also seems to be a little sensitive, so we're taking all kinds of necessary precautions. (We already learned the hard way that milk+fever=disaster.)
I have been so blessed to have my sweet, sweet "hero husband" home for the weekend to steer our ship; pray that he doesn't get this "yuck" from either of his girls. Right now, we're just trying to "consider it all joy", since sick days can certainly be a trial for all that are involved!