Happy and Sad, Grouchy and Glad

Phoebe is a happy baby most of the time.

But she spiked a 102-degree fever on Thursday night.

Which was too bad because she was supposed to fly to Montana with Scott on Friday morning. We gave her medicine; it didn't work. We thought perhaps she'd sleep it off. Nope. She was still 101 degrees on Friday morning, so Scott got on his plane alone and I got a sick kid and a hyper kid for the weekend.