Thanks everyone for the kinds words and sympathy about Max’s toe. I’m happy to report that it’s healing nicely, and he’s pretty much back to normal aside from the occasional, “OOOOOWWWWW” when Wyatt or the dog accidentally steps on it. As a matter of fact, Monday, the day after said incident, we were able to go to the lake for a picnic, and Max was bouncing around on it fine.
I’ve mentioned before that one of the boys’ favorite pasttimes is throwing rocks in the water. On our walk, we came to a floating pier, with a small rocky beach beside it. The boys begged to throw rocks. “Why not?” we said. I opted to stay on the pier to snap photos and basically not have to bushwhack my way to & fro, as there was but one entrance through brush & bramble to this beach. One entrance which I now refer to as The Gateway of Doom.
See, it wasn’t until our group exited said beach that I looked at the big honkin’ bush they had only moments before pushed their way through, and said, “Hmm… that looks like poison ivy…. a REALLY BIG bush of poison ivy.”
In recent months I have become somewhat of an amateur poison ivy spotter, ever since Bill took out the mass of weeds in our backyard with Wyatt helping him. They both came down with it, and somehow I did, too, even though I was nowhere near the stuff. Knowing we had some in our backyard, I’ve (sort of) educated myself in what it looks like, etc. and this looked like a mother of a bush.
“Nah”, said Bill, “We’re fine”. We wiped down the kids as best we could with wipes just to be safe, and went about enjoying our picnic. It really was a beautiful day to be at the lake:
Anyway, have you figured out where I’m going with this yet? After a beautiful day out with the family, my new-found eye for poison ivy, some makeshift clean-up efforts, and my own avoidance of the Gateway of Doom, guess who ends up with the nasty rash… AGAIN??!!?? Seriously, I haven’t had this stuff since I was about 10 years old…. I thought I had built up an immunity.
Life is so not fair.
At least the boys are ok for now….