Under the Weather (can't you tell?)

Another month, another cold. And this one's a doozy! Sylvie is a runny, snuffly, coughing and sneezing mess this weekend, and as a result has spend much of her time either watching Sesame Street or on our laps, insisting on endless repetitions of her favorite books.

This morning I figured some fresh air might do her some good. As you can see from these photos, I was right - for a few minutes at least. About a third of the way into our walk, though, she asked to be picked up and then started crying softly. I asked, "Sylvie, are you all right?" Her answer was the most complex single communication I've heard from her so far: "I all right, Daddy. I just tired."