Got home from my sister's house and it was completely overcast outside, no sign of sun at all. I have never let Ace play outside in the grass without being in his walker or on his canes, so I thought I'd set up his little blow-up pool and the new fun sprinkler that his cousin Veronica got for him. He was having a blast. He'd play with his toys, get out, crawl over and play with the sprinkler, get back in the pool, get out, make me blow bubbles, get back in, get out... until...
Nothing makes me feel more like a top notch mom than seeing my son turn around and start crawling toward his pool in a panic because he's got a huge swarm of ants marching up his arm.
I gave him some Benadryl and buttered him up with some hydrocortisone cream. I think he's got somewhere around 15-20 bites. Ugh. I'm going to go set fire to my front lawn. I will have revenge, you little jerks. I will have revenge.
14 hours ago