Doug fell asleep last night, so I brought Amy to our bed and held her for a while. She is either getting a cold or having some allergies. Could be either. This morning she was more interested in playing than in sitting in bed with us. I still haven’t heard from the other children and my anxiety level is cranked up to high. Doug is playing with the cat using the laser pointer. I think I’ll get dressed and try to find something fun to do with Amy. I want to go look at puppies. I have puppy on the brain. Before you gripe at me, recognize that puppy is better than baby because there’s no college costs involved.