The best medicine

Yesterday, it seemed that Franny was definitely starting to feel better; she had just a touch of congestion left. This morning, however, she woke up on the wrong side of the crib. She wasn't her usual smiling self, she wasn't hungry, and in general, she had just a rather cranky disposition. When she asked for some milk, I assumed she had just been thirsty, but when that didn't boost her spirits I was afraid that her virus was still aggravating her little system.

Just when I had resigned myself for a long and demanding day, Auntie Noelle arrived for her weekly visit. At most, it took five minutes before Franny was running around, rolling on the floor laughing, and enthusiastically eating her cinnamon scone. A fresh, friendly face was just what she needed to end her morning funk. We even took a low-key excursion to the local nursery to peruse the flowers, enjoy the beautiful morning, and get some fresh air. And she has been in a great mood ever since. I guess even toddlers get cabin fever!