Two weeks ago we went to Kids Towne and the boys did this (iphone picture) as part of the wipeout zone:
You probably didn't notice Alex's feet. They were jumping off the ledge, grabbing onto the rings, and swinging like monkeys. Alex was obsessed with it, did it over and over and over until he got blisters on his hands.
Note to you: THE FASTEST way to crazy is to try to explain blisters to a four year old.
Note to me: They were so good at this and they are so short that I briefly entertained the idea of them being gold and silver winning twin Olympic gymnasts. But then I would cry because one would come in second. So, instead I decided one should be a gymnast and one should be a jockey.
Back to my story. Alex had blisters and then we basically forgot about it. Which is dumb because Alex has always been grabby and his hands are always filthy. We got back from Chicago and Jon noticed one of the blisters was infected. I got to be the one to tell the doctor we're not sure when it happened in the last TWO WEEKS.
The doctor prescribed Alex cephalexin, an antibiotic. It also happens to be the only thing in the world to which I am allergic. It's been roughly 30 years since I've had any exposure so we don't know how serious to take it but my mom is deathly allergic to even the smell of penicillin so I'm being cautious as a single parent. With Jon out of town, I have been breaking out plastic gloves to administer Alex his medicine.
I have a theory that all this crazy stuff has to happen before our vacation so that our vacation goes awesome. Even steven, if you will. So bring it universe, until Saturday!