Rough Day(s)

We have been having a series of rough days lately. Last week, Dave's grandma NoniRae passed away and the whole week was disjointed and up in the air. The funeral was (as my father-in-law Scott put it) a happy sad occasion. Dave has been appointed as Pompa's chauffer and we take him lots of places to visit the doctor. Jed and I come so I can help drive (sometimes) and all the travelling is a little tough on Jed. He is getting better, but every so often, he has a rough day after a trip. That was our day today--every phone call woke Jed up, he wasn't a happy napper, the wind blew while we were on our walk, Jed has an awful blowout in his diaper and he sorta got attacked by his stuffed dog!

Poor guy, when your dog attacks you, it really is a rough day!