Happy Birthday, BabyGirl. You've got poison ivy!

Oh yeah. You read that right. The child has rung in her 7th birthday with a nice little case of poison ivy. I'm pretty sure (99.99%) she picked it up romping in the woods yesterday with the boys while their dad cut down two trees near the sheds. Doc looked at it & said, "Does it itch?" BabyGirl replied, "Not so much." Doc responded, "Don't worry. It will." Yippee. In the meantime she's on Prednisone and a steroid cream along with Benadryl for itching. She has a grandmother & a great-grandmother that react horribly to poison ivy, so Doc didn't want to risk her getting in VERY bad shape over the weekend. I have Skittles to bribe her with....and if all else fails, there's poison-ivy.org. They have a fabulous gallery of "see what can happen if you don't take your medicine" pictures. Not for the faint of heart.

We finally got in the house last night. It was 11 o'clock before I sat down. Groceries needed putting away, kids bathed, Bitsy medicated & soothed, dishes washed, laundry washed & folded, a cake baked, frosted, and sprinkled, the house picked up. I was half dead when I crawled into bed. Just so you know, there is now a spare key squirreled away just in case.

Bitsy slept better last night than she has in weeks. I'm wondering if allergies have been contributing to her bedtime issues. BabyGirl on the other hand, was in our room at 5:30 this morning. "It's my birthday! Will someone turn on the TV for me so I can wait for everyone else to get up?" Then 20 minutes later, "I found this present sitting on top of my cake. Can I open it now?" Then 30 minutes later, "#1 Son's up. Are you getting out of bed soon?" Then 15 minute later, "When are we having cake?" Then 20 minutes later (do you see the pattern here?) "IT'S LIGHT OUTSIDE! WHEN ARE YOU GETTING UP?! EVERYONE ELSE IS UP!!" In between, Husband had to get up once to break up a fight, then I got up at 7:30 to break up another.

BabyGirl sat in the floor & cried because it wasn't fair that she had to wait for her dad to get up. Then she cried because she only got one present. Then she cried because "this is the worstest birthday ever!" By the time everyone was up, I was ready to toss the cake out to the goats & take her gift back to the store for a refund.

She only had one present because she & I went shopping after we went to see Prince Caspian last Saturday & I let her pick out her gifts. I couldn't see wrapping up what she'd been packing around all week, so I got her two books yesterday so she'd have something to open. I also reminded her that #1 Son had nothing to open from us on his birthday. He picked out his presents in the Dinosaur World gift shop.

She's in a much better mood now (she was once she got to open her gift) and so far has not started the steroid craziness I'm fully expecting.

And I'm just feeling old. My BabyGirl is SEVEN!