Last night we should have been enjoying a nice evening with Jeff's parents, who brought a lovely dinner for the eight of us (Kathy, Greg, the Parents Lovebo, T & B, and Uncle Jon and his GF Rachel). But Theo developed a rash on his scrotum that looked a little worrisome to us, so we called the pediatrician's after-hours line. The nurse couldn't tell what might be going on over the phone, so she advised us to take him to the pediatric ER at Upstate.
We ended up having a pretty great experience, given that we were taking our infant to the pediatric ER past his bedtime. Theo was a total sweetheart to everyone, smiling and giggling and chatting with the nurses and doctors. We waited only a few minutes before we were called into triage, then a few more minutes back in the waiting room before we were called back to an exam room. I will admit to having a few bad flashbacks to my own recent traumatic time in the hospital, but given Theo's fantastic mood and the similarity of his symptoms to what he had had before, I was not honestly very worried. The doctors were both great and had us out the door with bacitracin in Theo's hands within about 90 minutes of our arrival at the hospital. Dr Cantor diagnosed essentially a skin rash, a kind of diaper rash plus that was at risk of becoming infected. So we'll have to keep applying bacitracin several times a day and he started a course of antibiotics this morning that he'll take for seven days. He loved chewing on the tube of bacitracin on the way home and promptly fell asleep clutching it in one hand and resting the other fist against his temple. We were lucky enough that the Grandparents Leibowitz could stay with sleeping Beckett while both Jeff and I went to the hospital with Theo. We even ran into a colleague of mine, a lawyer there with his wife and son. All in all, as good an experience as we could have.
This morning I was in the midst of four loads of laundry and cleaning the stove when I got a call from my real estate lawyer that the closing for 120 Linn St scheduled for this Friday was indefinitely delayed because a search of the city tax records showed a city lien for over $4,000 for unpaid sidewalk repairs. Without going into the painful, outrageous details of that debacle, suffice it to say that we won a lengthy battle against the Board of Public Works mainly because of the brilliant legal arguments of our non-lawyer neighbor at the eleventh hour. But apparently the city had never taken the lien off our house. After some crafty web searching we found the meeting minutes which demonstrated that the charges had been expunged ("try google. it's a search engine.") Problem: averted.
Also beginning this morning the gas company arrived with large machines to tear up our lawns and the lawns of our neighbors to begin some sort of gas line replacement project, and to add the meter to the outside of the house. All I know is that it took all day, blocked my driveway, created an incredible volume and violence of noise, and resulted in two holes about five feet deep, five feet wide, and five feet long. They did refill the holes at the end of the day and the boys did enjoy watching them work when they were directly in front of the house, so not all was lost. By the time Daddy Lovebo got home from work the holes were
filled in but it's going to take some labor to get the yard back to
normal. I hope the gas company will come back as they promised!
On the bright side, the boys took lovely long naps midday and we had a fun trip to Wegmans in the morning, including a visit with our friend Mike the helping hand. I need to get a picture of Mike with the boys some day, since he sure does love them and helps me so much with unloading the groceries. We also enjoyed a lovely walk with Daddy when he got home, and they had a great dinner before conking right out at 7. Tomorrow Grandpa Stu comes for another day on his own!
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