Yesterday my friends,
Laurel,
Charlotte, and I, (and of course the kids), all went to play at the Brooklet playground. I didn't bring Royal's shoes with me, but thankfully Charlotte's son Roland and Royal can wear the same size shoe (even though Roland is 11 months older.) I know, it's crazy.
The shoes were crocs, and Royal loved them and did really well running around in them. Looks like we are gonna have to get some of those! Anyway, at some point Royal kicked off the crocs, and I let him wander around by himself, to do some big boy exploring. It was hard for me, because I wanted to stand over his shoulder and make sure he didn't get into anything that could hurt him, but I thought, I have to let him go a play by himself at some point. And he wasn't walking far away from us (we were sitting on a quilt watching the kids). After about 15 minutes of exploring and taking in the world, he toddled back over to the quilt. I immediately saw his right foot! It was red, swollen, and covered in about 15 fire ant bites! My heart sank. That is why I wanted him to wear shoes, but he kept kicking them off to play with them. Oh, well. He never even cried out there whenever they were attacking his sweet little foot. In fact, he was laughing to himself most of the time he was walking around because he was having so much fun! I guess he was just laughing at the pain. My sweet boy, always happy! This was his foot after I got home. This picture doesn't show the redness, but you can kinda tell his big toe is swollen.
It isn't red anymore, but the bites are turning all pussy and white, and bumpy. He never cried, and he didn't have any kind of an allergic reaction, so I have just been putting a little Hydrocortisone on his foot, and I gave him some Tylenol last night before bed. My little tough man.
The shoes were crocs, and Royal loved them and did really well running around in them. Looks like we are gonna have to get some of those! Anyway, at some point Royal kicked off the crocs, and I let him wander around by himself, to do some big boy exploring. It was hard for me, because I wanted to stand over his shoulder and make sure he didn't get into anything that could hurt him, but I thought, I have to let him go a play by himself at some point. And he wasn't walking far away from us (we were sitting on a quilt watching the kids). After about 15 minutes of exploring and taking in the world, he toddled back over to the quilt. I immediately saw his right foot! It was red, swollen, and covered in about 15 fire ant bites! My heart sank. That is why I wanted him to wear shoes, but he kept kicking them off to play with them. Oh, well. He never even cried out there whenever they were attacking his sweet little foot. In fact, he was laughing to himself most of the time he was walking around because he was having so much fun! I guess he was just laughing at the pain. My sweet boy, always happy! This was his foot after I got home. This picture doesn't show the redness, but you can kinda tell his big toe is swollen.
It isn't red anymore, but the bites are turning all pussy and white, and bumpy. He never cried, and he didn't have any kind of an allergic reaction, so I have just been putting a little Hydrocortisone on his foot, and I gave him some Tylenol last night before bed. My little tough man.
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