Margot is sick today. She started yesterday with a watery eye, and a mild fever. By last night, she was running at103 and threw up. She seems to be better today, and has stayed cool for eight hours, but she is still fighting. She hasn't eaten, and doesn't really feel like doing much except getting cozy on the couch. I hate when she is sick, because she looks at me like "Why can't you fix this?" and it breaks my heart. I am thankful she is a healthy kid and doesn't often turn up sick, but even just these little fever episodes make my heart sink into my stomach.