Poor Bav...

Oh poor Bav...That is my latest nickname for Olivia, kind of a play on how Annie says Baby (Bavee). I like calling her Bavee, but every time I do Bailey comes charging across the room with hopes of a treat or a nice pat on the head so I have to shorten it to Bav. Now whenever Bailey hears me say Bav, he'll just perk up his ears and look in my direction. But anyways, Oh poor Bav...she has had to live all 10 or so months without ever having a cold, runny nose, cough...you name the sickness...she hasn't had it. Until this week that is. I credit her exceptional bill of health to my exceptional lack of cleaning skills. Who knows how many bugs Bav has gotten used to with all the shoes she had occasionally enjoyed chewing on...or all that dog hair that gets stuck in the carpet. Well the bugs have finally caught up with her. She's got a horrible cough and a runny nose. And I have the same cold too, poor Bav and poor Mambo. Let's just hope that Tim and Annie get through it unscathed.