Don't stop- itch it, itch it.

I literally would like to rip my skin off. I itch so bad it feels like I am being poked with tiny needles. Awesome. And the best part? I deal with this at least once or twice a year in the spring time. I have some sort of allergy to sunlight (I know, lucky me) and every Spring I have my yearly allergic reaction or two the first few times I am exposed to sunlight. Thankfully, after dealing with this condition for eight years, I know how to manage it. The best part? I am too lazy to go to a doctor who could properly diagnose and medicate me.

So instead I self diagnose by reading things on the internet which we all know is super reliable. A combination of left over steroids and Gold Bond makes the pain more manageable. And I am not kidding when I say pain. This itching, some years, has left me crying in pain and unable to sleep for two nights straight. I know, I know. I am an idiot for not going to a dermatologist for help. Instead I go for the quick cure at the urgent care and that, for the time being, will suffice.

I told myself this year I am going to go to a doctor though. I promise!

And what caused this year's annual itchfest? The most wonderful, awesome, enjoyable day at the park! We went with Dan's sister and niece and all of the cousins and it was great. Dan was a little crabby, but I can't blame him. He works hard and has been pretty drained the last few weeks. Either way, it was great. A little on the cooler side, but when the sun was out it was perfect. We cooked hotdogs- a delicacy in my eyes and ever so yummy, ate fruit, gobbled up chips and drank iced tea.

I took these photos with my point and shoot, but I do have to admit I think they turned out fairly nice with a little Photoshop business.



Is this photo of the three of them in the wagon not the cutest cousinly moment ever? I just wish we had the eldest of the foursome in the photo as well, but maybe next time.

Today, the little monkey came with the hubsters and myself and walked around this great outdoor shopping mall. We stopped to have lunch and let the little one crawl around the children's area of the bookstore which is pretty much her favorite thing to do. A million germy toys, a bazillion germy stuffed animals, books galore and old gum (literally, she somehow found this and put it in her mouth...I almost died when I saw the complete grossness of it when I yanked it out of her cute little feed hole). What is not to love?

We also went to a sporting goods store and bought Dan and tent. Ha. This is really funny. So we have this huge, monsterous tent that Dan received for his birthday. It is the mack daddy of all tents. Several rooms, massive size, big enough for a family of 10. Only problem? No sound proof walls to keep out the loud and obnoxious snore of my husband OR the noise of him fumbling around, drunk, trying to get into the tent at an indecent hour OR the noise of him finally figured out how to work the zipper and falling all over the tent, breaking several poles, slipping on the air mattress and waking me up. Yeah, for some reason these features didn't come with the mack daddy tent.

Soooooooo. Our solution? A little mini tent for him. To be set up reeeeeeeeeally far away from us. He can snore and fumble and fall all he likes- until his heart is content. Me and the baby? We will be sleeping, soundly, with no snore/fumble/fall interuptions.