Cass is sick.
She’s got us all worried. We know she’ll get sick, but I had no idea how much it would effect me. She diarrheaed all over me a few days ago. I was OK with it, but Scott was not. He couldn’t quit wincing and yelling, “Ooooooh! Oooooh! Eeeeeeeewwwww! Groooooosss!” It made me laugh to see him so grossed out. He’s a great Daddy, by the way! I have no doubt that if I hadn’t been here he’d of had no problem cleaning it up by himself.
The doctor’s got me on a dairy-free diet to see if Cass’ tummy will react better that way. I hope so! Please pray that it will. When it all boils down Scott and I are just scared kids trying to hold ourselves together. It’s impossible to tell where we’d be without real love. We are both such prodigals – definitely undeserving of what we have.
Scott is hunting for a teaching job. He gets up first in the morning and Cass and usually pass out in bed for a while longer. I woke up to this a few days ago.
On another note, we are dogsitting for my best pal, Amyh, who I would gladly link here, but I can’t figure out her myspace url.
Emily is our favorite dog. If we could have a dog we would want Emily. She’s a good dog.
Next time: hair bows, doctor visits, and hopefully some really good news!