Day two was just as fun as Day 1 except for the fact that it started with a trip to the doctor’s office thanks to a weird rash on his bum and right thigh.
I thought it was poison ivy, but damned if a boy from the ‘burbs knows what poison ivy actually looks like. It’s gotten slightly worse over the past few days and I figured it was time to get a professional opinion. I called at 8:30 am and they were able to get me in at 9:45 am, which was nice. He doesn’t really fear going to the doctor, but he hates getting weighed. I mean screaming bloody murder hate. Turns out, it was indeed a rash, but I don’t think it’s poison ivy. I think it was from me being a bonehead and getting natural detergent that WAS NOT free and clear/gentle. And possibly dryer sheets. I got some corticosteroid ointment prescribed and picked it up at CVS before heading to the airport to check out some flight arrivals.
We sat there for about 35 minutes and there was nothing, I think the runway they were using was on the other side of the airport. We were just about to head home and lo and behold, an oncoming plane! I stopped the car and took him out of his seat, plopped him in the passenger seat up front for him to enjoy the sights and sound of a low-flying plane. He was pointing and smiling when he saw it — I guess he forgot about the doctor.
We got home and he napped for a solid two hours which gave me ample time to clean, do some laundry with the new detergent (which is the same detergent we used when he didn’t get a rash) and ate some lunch.
When he woke up, we folded laundry — meaning I folded and refolded and refolded — and got ready to have a dude dinner date and trip to the Granby Day fair. He threw back some grilled cheese and fries with loads of ketchup before we headed over to check out the fair.
There were a bunch of punk high schoolers there enjoying their Friday night the same as a 32-year-old and his two-year-old son. Lame. He had a blast and was dancing to the music of the band and ogling at all the rides. It was your typical carnival stuff — Ferris wheel, merry-go-round, boat ride, car ride, blah blah blah. All he did was talk about the Ferris wheel and how it went “round and round” but when I asked if he wanted to go on it, he refused. Again and again. I bought 22 tickets for $20 to be safe — the fair runs tomorrow as well, so we have some tickets left over. All he decided on was the fire truck ride and boat ride (sans water).
Overall, another solid dude’s day with the unit. Tomorrow I have some baseball games to coach so my parents are heading up tonight to tend to Nolan and Nate while I’m in Waterbury for the morning and early afternoon coaching.
For now, I’ll have some beers and watch some baseball. The Braves are in control of this one.