Wow, what a rough night. I was so congested that I could barely sleep. I got up at a bit after midnight screaming really loudly. Dad tried to come in and work his magic, but he totally failed. Then Mom came in and made an even more valiant effort — she sat with me in my bathroom with the shower on hot to try steam out my snot. That worked for a while, but soon enough I was up again. Well, finally Dad came in and — for the first time I can remember — admitted defeat by bringing me into his and Mom’s bed. Miraculously, I slept a lot better. It was fun to see Mom and Dad wage mini-battles over who got to put his or her arm around me!
I slept so well that Mom left even before I got up. Dad and I got up together, around 6:45. We came downstairs and Grandma Droste was right there waiting for me! I didn’t really drink much of my bottle, and I nibbled at my lunch with what Grandma called “lackluster enthusiasm.” Grandma and I played and read and had a really fun time together. Dad was working from home, so I got to see him whenever he came upstairs for anything.
In the afternoon, I played with Grandma in her bed and eventually fell asleep with her for about an hour. I got up and still refused to drink more than a few ounces of my bottle. But, I had the best time ever in my Jumperoo! I was getting real air — watch out WNBA!
I noticed that it snowed today, which would have been awesome had I not been too miserable to go outside and enjoy it!
Dad gave me some Tylenol at about 4:30. At 5:00, much to my surprise, Grandpa Yagan dropped by to see me! I hadn’t seen him since Wednesday. I greeted him with a huge smile and he whisked me away and started playing with me. He even insisted on feeding me dinner! It was really great to see him and I am so glad he stopped by.
I have a question, though. What is it about grandparents that makes them so passionate about wiping the snot off my face? I hate it when people wipe my face off! Dad never does. He leaves the snot there and you can always find remnants of the last meal he fed me. But not Grandma Droste and Grandpa Yagan. They were militant!
Dad was hoping I’d make it to 7:00, but by 6:50, I was having a meltdown. Dad gave me my bottle and then read me my goodnight story in my bathroom-turned-sauna. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep mid-scream!
margaretyagan 
Dearest Maggie
I just done reading your latest news on your blog and watching your newest cute photos! You are as healthy and adorable as always:) Iam in Aleppo right now enjoying a great weather and having fun with my family and friends. I miss you a lot and think of you often. Take care and stay well.
Love always,
Nana