We're up at one of our favorite places, Sleeping Lady outside of Leavenworth for a few days. This is our third or fourth visit here, the last being when Sofie was about five months old. As you can see in my posts from 2007, on our last visit here in February it was 15 degrees and the snow was several feet deep. This year, it's 49, and there's almost no snow to speak of.

But it's still a lovely place, and we're happy to be up here for a few days. We brought my Dad along this time, installed him in the room next door, and are exploring the place with him. He's easy company and seems to be enjoying himself.

Poor Sofie, though. She's had a rough two weeks. Last weekend, she threw up for 48 hours. Then a few days later I got a killer sore throat that only really cleared up yesterday afternoon. Today, it's her turn again. she seemed more and more tired as the day went on, ended up laying on the floor in the dining room here "just resting", and when I finally wised up and carried her back to the cabin to check out my suspicions, sure enough. She's running a fever again and she said her throat hurt. Arg.

Luckily I travel with a bag of medical supplies, and the other good news is that mine cleared up on its own so it's *probably* viral, but still. It's no fun to be sick on vacation. She fell asleep in record time tonight and we'll take it easy with her tomorrow. With Dad here, one of us can still go out with him and enjoy the surroundings at different times of day while the other stays home in the cabin to be with Sofie, which is no real hardship. Most years we just come up here to read insanely huge piles of books and take walks and eat.

But still, I feel bad for her. Two different sicknesses in two weeks is a lot to bear for a toddler.

In retrospect, the second she showed no interest in eating a chocolate chip cookie at dinner tonight, I should have known she had the plague. Cuz this kid, she will stop to eat a chocolate chip cookie if the house is on fire. Just let me finish this mom, then I'm right behind you on that evacuation plan. Oh, and pass me some milk.