When Dinosaurs have allergies

Yesterday my little man woke up with red, puffy eyes. he didn't act like he was miserable or not feeling well in any way, but as the day continued, his face got more and more puffy and his eyes redder. Despite the obvious discomfort we know he was in by the afternoon, he still insisted on going outside to play in his "play pit", a square area Dominick leveled out and filled with pea gravel last weekend for the kids to play in.

He was a dinosaur, a "hum-hum" as he calls himself. He played out there for a good while, and was absolutely a dirty mess when it was time to come in for dinner, but he had the biggest smile on his face. His eyes were watery and glazed over, his nose was running, his cheeks were red and his lips were shapped, but that little buggar was the happiest he'd been all day.

After dinner we got him dressed for bed, and I'm telling you, as soon as he started calming down a bit, those allergies hit him hard. He became lethargic, stuffy, clingy, warm. We put Tay to bed first and decided to let the little guy stay in bed with us for a little while until he fell asleep. All night he was up crying for more blankets or just to make sure someone was there with him. He sniffed and coughed the whole night, too, poor guy.

This morning he looks much better, but there are still little remnants of those nasty allergies in his eyes and nose. He is still a dinosaur today, though, and so far he seems to be enjoying himself as he wreaks havoc on his sister. He had horrible allergies when we were living in California, but last year they weren't so bad, I figure because he didn't spend a whole lot of time outside last year due to our yard and his size, but now that he's bigger and is spending so much time out, the allergies are back at full force. I've never had an issue with allergies so I don't know first hand the misery of it all, but just looking at the little fellow makes my heart melt.

Thank God for Benadryl.