After a long summer studying, the boards are over. Floyd and I were both worn out. Hopefully they went well. I felt good about them, but when you are a few hours out, nice and relaxed, you suddenly remember the correct answer that had you banging your head and contorting in you seat over. I hate that.
Wednesday we set out on a vacation of sorts... presenting my research in San Diego. The trip got of to an ominous start. We rushed to the airport, running a lot late. We park the car, run in to check in and the little "kiosk's" cannot find record of our reservations. Turns out my information packet with our reservations actually had the wrong information. Our flight had been rescheduled to an hour earlier. Awesome! So they put us on stand bye for the next one. Okay so what else can go wrong?
We get to security, have to disrobe; belts, shoes, any liquids, blah blah. People were rushing rob through which caused him to leave his belt on the first time through. Then earphones in his pockets the second time through. Meanwhile I am on the other side, holding the dude in one hand and trying to re-assemble his stroller/carseat one handed while trying to keep up my pants too. Oh and I was barefoot. We walk out to our terminal which was literally terminal - E71. But then the terminal had been moved to E61. Meanwhile we here "Robert Jones please return to security in terminal 2." How many Rob Jones are they. It couldn't be rob rob right? Uh yeah, the dude left his computer at security. So he runs back. I wait with the dude and our carry-ons. Then I hear my name over the loud speaker, and somehow I had dropped my driver's license. Sheesh! what else?
Well, nothing, we made it on to the plane, made it to dinner with our friends in Del Mar, and arrived at the posh little hotel recently remodeled and redecorated by Barclay Butera! -(cousin for the uninformed)
Well we made it to San Diego and had a good time. We were able to see some old friends, have some nice meals, a few massages, and hit the beach. Floyd loved the beach and wanted to follow dad into the ocean. 
Our last day we were able to hit the Zoo. Floyd loved it, but I believe he preferred people watching to the animals. We made it home Sunday night without incident at the airport. Monday night I noticed a few small red spots on the dude's belly. I thought they were scratches or something because the boy could use a manicure. Tuesday morning the same thing. I got him ready for school and that was that. A few hours into my work day I got a call from Floyd's school, reporting that they noticed some red spots on his belly. I told them I had seen them but rationalized that perhaps they could be bites of some kind as we had been to the beach a few days before. As if acknowledging that your child may have fleas is a normal thing. I had to work late that night, so when I came home the dude was already asleep in his frog jammies. The next morning when I was getting ready it was obvious that the rash was worse. Again my first thought was sand fleas, there was an infestation in floyd's crib or something. I snapped a few photos and sent them to my dad. FLoyd had been on antibiotics for an ear infection for about 1 week. Turns out after a trip to the doctor, he is allergic to penicillin. I guess that is better than fleas right?
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