Hives

So apparently my kids are crazy little hive balls. Ellie's trigger is strawberries—at least that's what we suspect. But I have no clue as to what causes little J-man's and this drives me crazy.

Let me give you an example. Today we went to the playground to hang out with a gaggle of Ellie's classmates from last year. Jonah was such a doll and sat contentedly in the stroller for much of the time, happily munching away on a box of raisins. Actually, to be fair it was the raisins and the box. As we packed up and got ready to leave, I noticed some little welts sprouting up on Jonah's face. Upon closer inspection, I noticed they were on his arms and thighs too.

So in a fit of panic, I dialed the pediatrician's office. Of course the office was out to lunch. I continued to hit redial until one of those lunch-hour lazy bastards picked up the phone. Didn’t they realize it was 1:03 and their lunch ended THREE minutes ago. Where the hell were they? Finally someone picked up and simply told me to give him some Benadryl. My baby boy is having some type of hivey-allergic reaction to God-only-knows-what and they don't even want to see him. Just throw a little Benadryl down his throat and everything with be a-oh-kay?

Okay, so the Benadryl totally worked and his doctor called a little later to check in. And in reality the little bugger even laughed through it welty-faced and all.

So now I think maybe he was doing it to mess with me. Maybe he has some secret ability to produce welts just to drive me nuts. Maybe, he just wants to add more gray hairs to my head. Because it definitley could not be that I may overreact from time to time. Everyone knows I am simply the most calm, cool and collected mother out there. Uh-oh I think I heard him cough. Good thing I have his doctor on speed dial!