Fevers Stink!

I got my first full-blown fever after getting back from Herron Island. Woke up with a 102. Geez, talk about a feeling of uncomfort! I wasn't happy in Daddy's arms, I wasn't happy in Mommy's arms, I wasn't happy not being in Mommy's arms, I wasn't happy eating, I wasn't happy drinking, I wasn't happy, period. (I definitely wasn't happy with Daddy taking pictures of me not being happy, but that is something I will take up with him later) What I finally realized was that if you can't be happy at all, you have to make due with the closest possible scenario to happiness. For me, that was resting my head against Mommy's shoulder.