Today Ada, John, and I met some friends at a local neighborhood park for a picnic and some outdoor play time. Everything was going well until I noticed Ada crying and slapping her foot. I went to check out the situation, and I found red fire ants crawling all over her little legs, arms, and even her face. I started brushing them off as quickly as I could, but I ended up having to strip her down until she was standing there with nothing on but her tinkerbell panties. Bless her heart. The ants brought our afternoon at the park to an abrupt end.
John was even peacefully sleeping on a couch under a pavilion, but I had to scoop him up and quickly head out.
I knew that the ant bites would drive Ada (and myself) crazy if I didn't find some sort of medicine, so we stopped at Publix on the way home. Can I just say that I love Publix. Their customer service is so far above any other grocery store. Today was no exception. I had John in his car seat in the back of the buggy, screaming, Ada in the front on the buggy, barefoot and covered in swelling ant bites, and I stopped to ask the pharmacist what I should do for the ant bites. She was so kind. She looked at me and said, "you have your hands full, let me help you!" And she walked over to the medicine aisle, and handed me some children's claritin and hydrocortisone cream (is that what you would recommend, Sarah, my Publix pharmacist friend?).
The day continued to get even better at that point. (Warning: breastfeeding talk ahead) John continued to scream--loud enough that lots of people were starting to look, and I began to feel my shirt getting wet. You understand, right? John was signaling to me that it was time to eat, and the milk started flowing. To top it all off I was wearing a black shirt, and the milk began to dry in white circles on my shirt. It was lovely. The line was so long, the milk continued to flow, and John continued to scream.
We finally, finally made it out of Publix and back to our house. I fed and bathed John (he was a sweaty mess from screaming in his car seat), and I bathed Ada and put the cream on all seventeen of her ant bites. (Scott and Ada counted them tonight, just for fun), and all three of us went down for a nap.
Ada seems to be feeling better, but her little feet and ankles are so swollen as a result.
Now, I must quickly close this post because Lost is coming on. Can you believe only two more episodes?!!!!!