Saturday night we went to a house party in Wheeler. Ali was feeling feverish before and I gave her medicine (mind you, not enough). The tough part about this age is discerning between being sick and just teething. Anyway, though she felt badly and was worn out already she looked cute and held up pretty well until 8:30, a good hour or so past her bedtime. Sunday was just so heartbreaking. Well, in the evening. The morning was nice and I’m going to do more on that later. From about three-thirty or so on, Ali mainly stayed on the boob, not really nursing but kind of hugging? She was so sweet but so, so struggly. She wouldn’t eat anything, wouldn’t even open her mouth for grape-flavored baby tylenol (which she usually loves). The rest I pretty much said before. Here is a picture of her pretty much at her worst. She wasn’t sleeping, just staring and panting.

And, yes, our internet has been restored! Rejoice!