No Show, Dr. Is

This morning, we packed up the entire family and drove into Philadelphia for William's appointment with the International Adoption pediatrician. After waiting half an hour, we concluded that she was not coming. That we were the only people in the waiting area and that there were no staff people at the front desk should have tipped us off.

We were disappointed by this turn of events, not merely because of the inconvenience, but because we were really hoping to have more clarity shed on William's recent skin drama. We're due to take him to the dermatologist on Monday. But for now, we have begun an elimination plan, washing his clothes in Dreft and taking him off Nestle Good Start formula. We've reverted to feeding him Snow, the brand used at St. Lucy's (good thing we bought the extra cans while in Taiwan!)

Since we were already in Philly, we decided to take a trip to the Franklin Institute. Currently on display there is a "Star Wars" exhibit and of course Andrew, who has yet to see "Star Wars," was enthralled.

For his part, William was the model of calmness as we pushed him through the tight crowds. Babies everywhere, take note. Towards the end, we took him out of his stroller to get a picture of him with Yoda. Unfortunately, William couldn't take his eyes off the other 2'6" guy behind the glass to face the camera. "Hey, Mom - that little green guy has troubled skin, too!"