in the spirit of moving, i have started a new blog here. not sure if i love it there yet but we'll see.
 

tonight i'm home from my most favorite job in the world because we had to take v to the ped late this afternoon. she's had a pretty roughed up buttcrack for almost 2 weeks. at first the doc thought it could have been a staph infection but today she had the test results and it wasn't. just your run of the mill gross baby butt.

for the past 10 days or so she's been getting thrice daily baths and lots-o-naked time in the playpen. tonight was the same thing. except tonight, when i walked over to finally put a diaper on her she was COVERED IN SHIT. yep, that's right, she took a dump in her playpen unbeknownst to me and proceeded to roll around in it. WTF????

then.

i inspect her more closely and i realize she has shit on her cheek. so now i'm freaking out thinking my baby just ingested her own shit. what do you do when that happens? we immediately gave her another bath and i made her drink some water. then i googled ' i think my baby just ate poop'. i think she'll be fine. that is, if she did eat poop but the world may never know.

i guess at least it was her own poop.

tomorrow will be spen packing up our house as we prepare to move. we are heading to newport, mostly because my family is there. it'll be nice to be able to spend time with my husband again, thanks to all the free babysitting we'll have access to. woo-hoo! i hate moving though, especially in july. yuk.
 

Jesse & I took z to the vet on Tuesday and he was put to sleep. It was the most heartbreaking thing I have ever had to go through. We brought his favorite fleece blanket for him to lay on and he was just so brave. The vet and the techs at the animal hospital were so loving and kind and they did such an amazing job helping Z to recover. I just wish that he actually did. It was so horrible to see my once powerful 90 pound dog turn into a frail 70 pound mess. Monday was spent taking him out almost every hour so he could puke or shit blood. He was bleeding internally and he could hardly breathe. He hadn't had a lick to eat in over a week. My poor buddy. I will miss him so much. Although he was sick, I'm glad we had that last weekend together to spend some quiet time just loving and appreciating him. He was truly the most gentle soul I have ever met. The best dog ever. I miss having him around tremendously and it still hasn't really sunk in.

here are some of the last pictures of Z. The photograph with V is the very last one I took.

Goodbye Sweet Buddy. I Love You.

Zombie Castle-Greyskull McFartsalot von Doom

March 7, 1998 - May 29th 2007