Sick kids are the worst.
It sucks.
It's not just sucky because they're sick, though. Sadly, it's more because the problem can't always be fixed and as a parent it makes you feel helpless. You spend all your time guiding, teaching, snuggling, kissing away the ouchies.
But then along comes a virus that wreaks havoc on your preschooler's intestinal tract and leaves in its wake little hands and little feet and, in our case, even a little nose covered in hives.
Showing posts with label rash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rash. Show all posts
Friday, November 22, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
An itch I'm trying not to scratch
I look like I got into a hardcore wrasslin' match with a poison ivy plant.
Oh wait ... I did.
Never in my life have I had to endure this ridiculousness. Ever. All my years of wandering through wooded areas with friends, going horseback riding through thick grasses and playing in areas you'd think poison ivy would grow, and where do I pick up this itchy, scratchy rash?
The flower bed at Future Home.
Oh wait ... I did.
Never in my life have I had to endure this ridiculousness. Ever. All my years of wandering through wooded areas with friends, going horseback riding through thick grasses and playing in areas you'd think poison ivy would grow, and where do I pick up this itchy, scratchy rash?
The flower bed at Future Home.
Labels:
dirt,
Future Home,
garden,
green thumb,
poison ivy,
rash
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