A couple of days after I got on the plane to go to Pittsburgh, Daddy and Uncle Tim drove Rowan south to meet Gram and Aunt Julie "halfway." I called to see how everyone was doing, and Tom said somberly, "Something is wrong with Rowan." Tom went on to describe a swollen, red, gunky eye that Rowan had woken up with. It sounded pretty icky, so I encouraged the guys to find a Saturday clinic at a city along the way and get it looked at. That idea did not appeal to Tom, who would rather...um...perform the most awful household chore I can think of than go to anything resembling a hospital! :-) Thankfully Rowan seemed comfortable enough that they decided to wait it out, but when Gram and Aunt Julie assessed the situation they decided a trip to a clinic was in order. Being a Saturday evening by that time, it was off to the friendly neighborhood ER where I understand that Rowan was a model patient. The diagnosis was contagious conjunctivitis.
Oh man, I just remembered that I forgot to call his preschool and tell them. He is very happy there, but preschoolers sure are a germy bunch.
Well, off to sleep! Got a presentation tomorrow. Here's a picture of the model patient.