Rudy is weary.

Rudy went to doctor's last night, and it seems that her sweet and wide-eyed but lethargic session at Gymboree yesterday was yet another indication I missed that she has a VIRUS of some sort. I've included it here in a list with the others I misdiagnosed:

1. She hasn't been eating much lately BECAUSE HER THROAT IS SORE, not because she's tired of nuggies. (No kids ever get tired of nuggies, right?)

2. She's been cranky at night and sometimes a little warm BECAUSE OF AN INFECTION, not because of teething.

3. She's been coughing at night BECAUSE SHE'S A MESS, not because of a little cold.

4. She was overwhelmed at Gymboree BECAUSE SHE'S EXHAUSTED. And so on.

Here she is the night before last, just barely able to crawl across the floor. She was probably trying to get to me to tell me that she didn't feel good, poor thing. Thank goodness she had her precious Lambie to rest on along the way.