To grandmother's house we go...
And this sweet little girl could not have been happier. She's standing on her grandmother's patio, where she would have happily spent most of her vacation...and where she was likely standing when she had the pleasure of meeting her first tick. I mean, what's a vacation without the threat of Lyme Disease? (Sorry mom, I couldn't resist).
It was maybe our second morning in paradise, when I ran my fingers through Tatum's curly locks and discovered the stow-away. After a few minutes of our best Google efforts, and a few failed attempts at holding her still, we punted and decided to take her to the doctor. It took two of us to hold her down... my sweet little bull. The doctor retrieved the tick, and dutifully showed me it was indeed alive, and intact upon retrieval. Ew.
And after that, we took the party inside for a while. See the fire-station? The helicopter? Those belonged to my older brother. He and I spent hours and hours of our childhood playing with those very toys...Oh, and let's not forget the child-death-traps we once innocently called "weebles." I imagine we must've looked something like this:
My brothers and sisters joined in the fun too... Trevor and Tatum followed them around like they were rock-stars. They were sweet, patient, and attentive... it took quite a bit of self control for me to keep from stealing all 6 of them and bringing them back to Texas with me. It'd be like Wonka's everlasting Gobstopper of babysitters.
And this sweet little girl could not have been happier. She's standing on her grandmother's patio, where she would have happily spent most of her vacation...and where she was likely standing when she had the pleasure of meeting her first tick. I mean, what's a vacation without the threat of Lyme Disease? (Sorry mom, I couldn't resist). It was maybe our second morning in paradise, when I ran my fingers through Tatum's curly locks and discovered the stow-away. After a few minutes of our best Google efforts, and a few failed attempts at holding her still, we punted and decided to take her to the doctor. It took two of us to hold her down... my sweet little bull. The doctor retrieved the tick, and dutifully showed me it was indeed alive, and intact upon retrieval. Ew.
And after that, we took the party inside for a while. See the fire-station? The helicopter? Those belonged to my older brother. He and I spent hours and hours of our childhood playing with those very toys...Oh, and let's not forget the child-death-traps we once innocently called "weebles." I imagine we must've looked something like this:
My brothers and sisters joined in the fun too... Trevor and Tatum followed them around like they were rock-stars. They were sweet, patient, and attentive... it took quite a bit of self control for me to keep from stealing all 6 of them and bringing them back to Texas with me. It'd be like Wonka's everlasting Gobstopper of babysitters. 
At the end of the day, the kids climbed into Grandma's big 'ol bathtub and washed all their worries away...
...(along with any pesky burrowing arachnids).
...(along with any pesky burrowing arachnids). 
1 comment:
Oh no. Ticks are the worst! Sounds like the dr visit was tons o fun. Priceless pictures!
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