Case of the Mondays

I think many of my Mondays are going to start off looking like this:



and if that's the case, keep them coming. After this sweet moment, Monday as usual blew up. A couple days before I birthed Matthew, Daniel had a crazy looking bug bite on his foot. It was all red and swollen, but it died down. Shortly after we returned from the hospital, the blister swelled up with fluid and looked creepier than our bug bite tolerance allows, so we had the doctor look at it while also doing Matthew's post-hospital weigh-in. The doctor put Daniel on amoxicillin and prescribed an ointment for the bite. Today, his other foot had two or three new blisters on the outside of his ankle, and his entire ankle was swollen and warm. I've been on the phone with nurses all day trying to get word from the doctor. Turns out, he'd like Daniel to come in this afternoon.

I don't remember bug bites (if that is what these are) being so scary as a kid. Is it just me, or are the bugs bigger and badder than ever? I went outside last night for just a few short minutes and my legs were covered in mosquito bites. I've read several posts from friends about their kids getting enormous welts from bites. If I didn't have a veggie garden, I think I'd just bomb the entire yard for weeds, mosquitoes, ants, feral cats, and squirrels - and shoot, why not douse it in antibiotic hand sanitizer while I'm at it?