There was a call...

...apparently there was a call. A call that said "your doctor is sick, we had to cancel your appointment." Jeremy got the call when he got home from work. AFTER I picked Colin up early from school, we picked Nana up to come along, we listened to Chloe cry most of the trip down because she has a cold and she pooped (which we didn't discover until arrival), we listened to Colin complain most of the way there that he was STARVING, so so STARVING...and didn't want to listen to Chloe's video anymore, even though it was appeasing her for moments (quick moments), we parked in the garage down the street and bundled up and walked to the hospital, we rode elevator after elevator, we changed the diaper, we waited and waited and busied two kids in a crowded waiting room until the receptionist called our number to tell us there was a call. There was. Too bad it takes us hours to prepare, gather, drive, unpack and arrive. The call came after that started. Oooh, I knew I wanted this full day to be over quickly. 6 hours later we arrived home, but we know nothing, and we'll do it all again on March 1st to learn something, because "your doctor is sick."