Our Little Invalid

Maya went for her four month checkup yesterday (a little early, but in time to get her shots before next week's big trip). She checked out great; she's growing like a weed: 90th percentile for height and 95th for weight. But, for some reason, Maya doesn't believe in "well-baby" visits. She got the beginnings of a cold Sunday night, and now she has the full-blown thing. She's lost her "voice," so in addition to the phlegmy breathing and hacky cough, she has the most pitiful almost silent cry. It's horrible. About the only thing that's making her happy today (other than napping in my lap) is her electonic star:

And from Maya's perspective:

If one toy goes with us on the trip next week, that's it.