The thing was as tiny as the head of a needle, we are thankful that Vince is so fair skinned-as it made it easier to see. It was a nymph deer tick, which are plentiful around here in the Northeast.... so I am naturally completely freaked out of Lyme's Disease. I know the risk of contracting the disease is basically zero unless the tick is attached for over 48-72 hours, but when the blood sucking arthropod is on your own son... well, there's no stopping the panic. We are pretty sure he got it from our own backyard (which makes it even more frustrating), as that's the only place we've been for the past 2 days!! We had so much fun running around and playing in the pool yesterday..... I never realized you have to worry about ticks in the grass. I thought they pretty much just stuck to the brush/bushes/wooded areas. Anyone know if spraying your yard for ticks/mosquitoes works?
Well I got the tick off in one piece, and kept it in case we'd need it to identify. We called our medical provider just to give a heads up, but they weren't too worried. Now we just know to make sure and check for ticks every day.... oh yeah, and watch to see if he develops a rash!! I think I'll die if that happens! Turns out we didn't need to save the tick, so I decided to suffocate it... and then make it drown. So I put some water in the cup it was in, and watched it slowly sink to the bottom. Unfortunately I just left it there after wards... little did I know it wasn't dead.
Ok, so we think we're over the tick debacle, and things are looking better for the rest of the day. I convinced some friends of ours to come over with their boy Max (Vince's viral rash is totally gone now) so we could have fun in the pool... which was up to about 83 degrees today!! I'm telling the tick story and my friend wants to see it. So I go up to the kitchen and look for it floating around.... and it was gone! Oh gosh, I started going nutty with thoughts of a tick on the loose in the house. Then my friend Danielle comes up and also starts obsessing about having a tick on the loose, and we both just stare blankly onto the counter. Danielle starts actually looking for it on the counter (crazy). The thing was smaller than a poppy seed and totally blending into the counter!! Well, I couldn't believe it but she found it (totally crazy)!!! The tick had escaped and was crawling around the counter... nice. I tried to squash the thing to death and that didn't work either... I finally flushed it down the toilet. I'm so thankful that she found it!! I swear, between the weather here and worrying about ticks the rest of the year... I'm wanting to go running back to the West Coast!
Chilling out in the bulldozer raft
On a happier note, our friends gave us their old sofa and love seat... so now our living room isn't full of patio furniture anymore! As we are enjoying the pool, we've moved everything outside to the backyard anyway. The living room was pretty empty and needed some help.
So as we approached the evening, Mike helps me get ready for dinner by turning the oven on.... then he heads out to help our friends get the sofa and love seat to deliver to our place. I had the task of trying to get Vince in from the backyard, changing him, and then finishing up dinner. In the span of the next five minutes everything went downhill: I have to practically drag Vince indoors as he's having a tantrum to stay outside, I strip him out of his wet swim shorts..... meanwhile the cat escapes out the backdoor (she's an indoor cat), and Vince having been naked and diaper-less for only about 2 minutes... has already pooped and peed on the carpet near our bathroom. I can't leave him without a diaper for even 2 seconds! He goes around squirting bits of pee around the house as if he's a dog marking his territory. He'd never actually pooped before today though. Ok, back to the story. Vince is pointing to what he did on the carpet and saying 'uh oh, uh oh' and I start smelling something totally burning in the oven. Hmm... I thought Mike only turned the oven on to preheat it for me? I run upstairs and open the oven to find a left over pancake from this morning... smoking like a charred piece of coal! (I put our pancakes in the oven as I'm making them to keep them warm until we eat). Ok, get that blackened charred pancake out, run back downstairs and clean up the carpet before Vince tries to do it himself, get a diaper on the poor boy, and try and chase the cat back in the house before she collects the rest of the ticks in the yard on her fur and brings them in the house. Everything eventually got done, and we had our dinner, and now have some new used sofas. Wow I can't wait to get back to work tomorrow.
Nothing like warm sun and popcorn after a swim