Dr. visit

Like everything else, going to the Dr. while in Italy is an adventure. We don't have a clinic at our nearby base, so if we want to see a Dr. that speaks english,(and we do) we must travel to the army post about an hour away. This is also where the nearest commissary is, so when we go we make a day of it.

Dain had had a cough for a few days now so we decided it was time to get him checked out. The clinic was booked for the day when we arrived, but because we live so far away (and they are awesome) they said they would squeeze us in if we didn't mind waiting. So we waited. And waited.

 

 

 

We waited so long Hayden sprouted some whiskers.

 

 

He has learned to embrace the crazy.

 

 

 I already embarrass the living daylights out of Dain. I cannot stop laughing at his face in this picture. I'm sure he thinks I'm a complete idiot.



 

Trevor was not so keen on having a moustache so I settled for cuddles.

 

 

Dain was finally seen and deemed not dying. He has a cold that is kicking his butt though. Here's to hoping the rest of the family is able to stay healthy.

 

 

~Ashley