AAAAAAAARRRRRGH

I have poison ivy.

I HATE poison ivy.

I seem to get it regularly every other summer. The last 3 times I haven't seen it at the time of exposure, so it's spread everywhere in little dots by the time it comes up, and then my frantic washing doesn't help much.

It started to come up about 4pm yesterday. New areas still emerging overnight (current locations: inner thighs, underside of forearms, one tiny bit only so far on a finger, lots around my neck and collarbones, one dot under my nose.). It will continue to get worse for the next 4 days, plateau, and at about a week in, start to get better, very slowly. I'll still have marks on the worst areas a month from now. Knowing that this is how it will play out somehow makes it even worse.

the sweet girl

This is how sweet our little girl is:

She is currently taking very good care of her bears in the hallway. Cuddling them when they are sick, asking where it hurts, changing their stinky diapers. Brushing their fur.

When told about my poison ivy, she said, "Poor mommy!" with such a concerned face, and was eager to help make it better. She also told me "don't touch that plant again!"

After my cold tecnu shower I had two ponytails in, and she said, "You have two pretty ponytails. You look so cute."

My mother sent me an old (vintage 1988 agnes b) skirt of hers on Thursday, and Casper said, "Put it on! It will look so nice with your shirt. You look so cute! Now dance! [after my twirl - it is a very full skirt] Now bow!"

She loves on my belly sometimes (most amusingly though the entire church service on Easter), and will put her head there and sing to her baby brother. She tells us she is "growing up to be a skinny big sister."

We've had FIVE pee-pees in the potty today, after an end-of-week lull. Has worn panties all day except for a requested hour break to play outside in a pull-up.