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Just a regular boy

It is hard to imagine, but when I began this blog in 2006, I counted my son’s age by months instead of years.  He was barely walking, communicated only by screaming, and was of the opinion that sleep was for the weak.

Not long after his 2nd birthday he developed what we later learned was severe Atopic Dermatitis.  The next number of years were on odyssey of medical guesswork, wrong diagnosis, numerous specialists visits, funky diets, allergy testing, and frayed nerves.  In the end, we learned that our boy had a disease that affects the top layer of his skin, in so much as his skin is so porous that it cannot hold onto any moisture whatsoever.  The result is severe scratching to the point of bleeding.  His skin when inflamed resembles sandpaper, and he often would develop staph infections.

His outbreaks could be brought on my his allergy to dust mites, grass, nuts, or simply by environment, heat and sweating.  Imagine telling your 7 1/2 year old boy that he cannot get hot and sweaty.  Or run barefoot in the grass with his buddies.  In the summer.  In Florida.

There are several variables his doctors have agreed on.  Pool water is good for his skin.  This one shocked me, but the chlorine actually is beneficial and reduces the staph germs.  In fact, his doctor recommended a 1/2 cup of bleach in his tepid bath water.  The fumes were overwhelming, so we have settled on 1/4 cup when his skin is inflamed.  For a couple of years, one doctor strongly recommended two – 20 minutes tepid baths a day.  Jensen grew to hate baths.  With a white hot hatred.  His present doctor (who he loves mostly because of this) told him that 1 bath a day was fine, as long as he stayed moisturized.

The routine that we settled into over the last number of years was that after a bath, while he was still damp, we slathered him in Spectrum Shortening (this is organic pressed palm oil).  There were also topical steroidal creams that we used sparingly.  For years he was also prescribed Hydroxyzine to stave off the flare ups.  We then dressed him in 100% long sleeved/long pants cotton clothes.  At night, we’d put him in pajamas, and we’d have to soak his cotton gloves and socks in ice water.  He would then get a dry pair to cover the wet pair.  In the worst of times, he’d have to sleep in a pair of wet pajamas, covered by a dry pair.  And to cap off the whole party, he has to be taped into his gloves and socks so that he can’t scratch himself to pieces at night.

A night diaper also entered the fray.  Because if you can imagine a little boy who accidentally wets his bed at dark thirty, and then has to get cut out of all the tape, gloves, and socks, then get rinsed off, moisturizer reapplied, re-gloved, besocked, and then taped all over again.  Followed by a weary mother stripping his sheets and remaking his bed, well, let me just say that Goodnights Big Boy Diapers?  You complete me.

He has been a trooper (for the most part) about the whole ordeal these last number of years.  There were many moments of tears (both his and his parents) and at the worst of times, screaming and crying through the pain, while two weary parents had to listen to their son wail, “Why can’t I just be a normal little boy?”  It broke our hearts.

So many of you have followed Jensen’s journey from the beginning, and have been ROCKS of support for me over the years.  I wanted to give you an update on his progress.

We changed to a pediatric dermatologist (as opposed to his allergist) a couple of months ago.  She has had us try a few different things, and have finally landed on a combination that is working.  She prescribed Fluocinolone Acetonide 0.01% Topical Oil.  This is a mild steroidal ointment that is to be used extremely sparingly.  We use a small capful on his most affected areas twice daily.  We avoided using this medication because of Jensen’s peanut allergy, but the doctor assured us that the protein had been removed from the peanut oil used in the product.  In our desperation we gave it a shot.  And kept the Epi-pen close at hand.  There was no adverse reaction.

We started using this oil about a week and a half ago.  On top of that we use Neosporin Eczema Essentials, which helps to restore the skin barrier.  Then we still cover him in Spectrum, but have discontinued giving him oral Hydroxyzine, and use occasional Children’s Benadryl when necessary.  The results have been nothing short of miraculous.  His skin is softer than I’ve ever felt, he’s not scratching, and since the pores have closed, he is starting to get a tan.

This morning as I was getting him dressed for church, he was admiring his skin.  He said, “Mommy, If I don’t scratch anymore, can I just wear my underwear to bed at night?  And I mean JUST my underwear.  No pajamas, socks, or gloves?”  “Sure, buddy, just you and your skivvies.”  “Wow, then I’ll be just like a regular little boy!”

{Now, if you know Jensen, this is not a possibility.  But still…in his eyes…}

And with that he went to church for the first time wearing normal little boys jeans, a SHORT sleeved shirt, and no gloves taped onto his hands.

I wanted to put this out there because I know so many of you have children who suffer with dermatitis,  eczema, and other skin issues.  It’s certainly something to discuss with your doctor.  We’ve researched the side affects of Fluocinolone Acetonide and will follow our doctor’s instructions to the letter.  He can only be on this medicine two weeks on followed by two weeks off.  This will allow his skin to repair and rebuild the necessary cells needed.  It is our prayer that he will outgrow this disease.

For now I’m grateful to have a happy little boy fly past me wearing nothing but his Hanes boxers and a big grin.


As I’ve reported, per doctor’s orders Jensen is to have two 20 minute tepid water baths each day because of his Atopic Dermatitis.  As far as the child is concerned, the whole ordeal amounts to torture that no little boy should endure.


Huck Finn being forced to take a bath.

Twice a day.

It’s not that it’s a painful experience, unless he’s had a particularly festive scratching episode just prior, but rather as Jensen proclaims IT’S SO BORING.

We go to great lengths to keep things interesting, as we allow him to take most any of his toys in the bath with him.  But eventually he tires of it all.  And I’m left with legions of rusted out hotwheels.

And then Fiddledaddy located this in the baby aisle of Target to the tune of about $4.


We quickly took off the top packaging which labels it a bath toy for BABIES.  Because horror of all horrors.  Calling him a baby is an offense that will conjure up his entire wrath.

Now the bath is a joyful experience.

But this is what I’m left with at the end of the 20 minutes.

Let it be known that a closed shower curtain masks a multitude of sins.

Making Waves

We celebrated a milestone this weekend.  Of sorts.

Jensen ventured into the ocean.

This would not seem like such a great feat, but he hasn’t stepped foot in the ocean in a sweet forever.  He dearly loves the water, but his atopic dermatitis has been so severe this last year that whenever he tried to wade out, the subsequent SCREAMING from all of THE STINGING FROM OPEN RAW SKIN would draw a crowd.

I’m not kidding.

People from a mile or so away would come running to see the little boy that had been bitten by a shark.  Because that’s the only explanation for the sounds coming from his general direction.

Fiddledaddy would be standing by, ready to swoop him up into his arms and make a mad dash for the showers at the top of the boardwalk.  A workout of epic proportions, considering that he has to carry a 65 pound sack of screaming writhing potatoes over the rugged sand, up the rickety wooden steps, and down the plank to the shower head.  All the while praying that the water was turned on.

Ordinarily, salt water is excellent for a child with eczema or a skin condition like Jensen’s, but if the skin has been scratched and there are raw sores, salt water is rather like pouring alcohol over a gaping gunshot wound.  Even should he stay dry, the sand is a terrible irritant.

We share this in common.  Sand irritates me as well.  I do not prefer the beach.

How Fiddledaddy (who grew up at the beach) and this country girl ever got together I will never know.

All this to say, we avoid the beach like a puss filled plague.  Thankfully, my sweet SIL, Trish, often collects my girls for beach romps, while Jensen happily stays home with his mommy.  Where it is safe.  And free of sand particles.

We had a church youth beach function scheduled for Sunday night.  Jensen thought that he might like to try going, but NOT GETTING WET.  We kept him lotioned and taped up into his cotton gloves and socks all day, and his skin has been looking particularly good.

We knew it was a risk.  But we’re nothing if not adventuresome.

Jensen put on his swim trunks and rash guard at my insistence.  I knew that would be far more comfortable than being covered from head to toe.  When we arrived he happily played in the sand with his friends, his new beach shovel, and an array of angry bird action figures.

After an hour or two my attention drifted to the snack bag, where I rifled through searching for something chocolate.  Nothing was found, but when I looked up, I saw Jensen STANDING IN THE OCEAN.  Alarmed, I looked to Fiddledaddy to alert him to this clear and present danger.  Calmly, he assured me that he thought everything would be all right.

Forgetting my cravings, I stood and intently watched my boy splashing about, and diving into the crashing waves.

No screaming.

After a while I relaxed and watched him frolic joyfully.  Eventually he made a bee line up to us and we noted the universal sign for I HAVE TO PEE.

Well.  Neither of us wanted to make the trek back to the bathroom, so we told young Jensen to wander back out into the ocean and pee at will.

His eyes widened, WHAT????  We have drilled into our offspring’s pointy little heads that you are NEVER to pee in the pool, so this instruction took him by surprise.  We explained how vast the ocean is, and that no one would know, and it would be quite washed away.

Do not judge me.

Dubious, he wandered back into the ocean.  Retracing his steps back to us a few times to make certain we weren’t pulling his leg.

I sat back down in my comfy chair as he reached about knee deep water.  It was then I realized, much to my horror, the child was going to drop his swim trunks right there in front of God, our youth pastor, and fellow church goers, and let it fly at will.

People.  I ran.  For the first time since way before the Lyme Diagnosis, the knee surgeries, and the fact that I only run when chased, I SORT OF RAN.  All the while yelling at my son, NOOOOOOO!

I reached him in the nick of time and explained that he needed to go further out and he might try sitting down.  Thankfully, there was no one in the water nearby.  It took a good deal of convincing and finally he asked me to keep him company.  I drew the line at sitting in the water and peeing with him.

As he sat there, he started yelling I’M PEEING, I’M PEEING.  I was hoping that the sounds of the crashing waves and my singing off key drowned him out.

He then very excitedly rushed over to his sisters some 50 or so yards away and told them that he just peed in the ocean.

Much to their audible horror.

Some parenting moments are worth reliving ad nauseum in one’s mind.  Memories like that get me through the day.

So I guess two milestones were reached.  Jensen was able to frolic in the ocean, AND commune with the fish.

His joy was palpable.

Not just a regular boy

My son was diagnosed with atopic dermatitis when he was somewhere around the age of 4.  This came after a couple of years, a number of doctors, and an array of other diagnosis which ranged from scabies to severe food allergies.  His skin issues were evident, but we were also dealing with some significant behavioral problems as well.  Problems that involved public nudity and TALKING IN ALL CAPS.  And of course there was the SCREAMING whenever he entered a public building with few to no windows.

This all resulted in the blog fodder that dreams are made of.

We’ve had the atopic dermatitis mostly under control over these last couple of years through the use of oral Hydroxyzine (very limited use), prescription topical Triamcinolone .1% cream, and liberal use of Organic Spectrum Vegetable Shortening (the LARD, as I lean toward calling it).  He wears only 100% cotton clothing and we also still apply cold wet gloves and socks to his hands and feet at night time.

When his condition is really acting up, we also resort to applying duct tape to his besocked hands and feet to keep him from scratching so hard at night that he reaches a major blood vessel.

He really is such a good sport about the whole thing.  He loves picking out his own duct tape, and has been spotted wearing a different color on each extremity.

I know for certain that we tend to indulge the little guy because his life can be really really hard.  My girls can at times resent this and we constantly walk a fine line between trying to keep him distracted while not spoiling him, and keeping the siblings from resenting the attention and desiring to staple him up onto a wall.  It’s a tight rope act performed by two not terribly graceful parents.

About a week ago he was having a reaction so severe that his skin looked and felt like he was on fire.  His doctor has stressed the importance of letting him soak in a tub of tepid water prior to applying all the LARD and such. An event he usually relishes as he can share his bath time with all of the Brothers Mario and friends action figures.  But during this time, water which usually gives him relief, was like applying alcohol to shredded skin.

Thankfully Fiddledaddy has assumed most bathing duties and has to endure much screaming, crying, and fighting when it’s time for a bath during these bouts.  Everyone in this house knows that mommy is a marshmallow and will cave under pressure and not pursue the route of the bath for healing.  Especially when ice cream is more preferred and will cure whatever ails you.

After one particularly difficult day, Fiddledaddy was struggling with Jensen in the bath as I walked by.  My heart broke into a million pieces when I heard a tearful Jensen pleading with God in prayer, “Why can’t I be just a regular boy?”

I ask the same thing.  Every day. I believe in my heart that Jensen will be healed from atopic dermatitis.  I also know that God has his hand on my Jensen boy, and is preparing a path for him for something awfully special in life.  I have a suspicion that the sweetness and empathy that this little fellow displays is a direct result of all that he has endured in his 6 short years on this earth.

And God will use him in mighty ways.


Being regular is over rated.

When the cat’s away, the mice all freak out

The weather here in Florida has been Africa hot, with a high probability of pollen that will ensure anyone with even an inkling of an allergy will be fit to be tied.

Jensen’s Atopic Dermatitis gets particularly festive during a long period of high pollen.  For the last month or so, I’ve been able to revisit his past, wherein he has behavioral issues that will challenge even the most seasoned of parents.  Not to mention ALL THE SCRATCHING.

We’ve had to duct tape socks (soaked in ice water) to his hands and feet at bedtime.  And the least little upset in his delicate nature will cause a fit of itching so severe I’ve had to tackle him to keep him from ripping himself to shreds.  And when I say upset, I’m talking about the teasing nature of two older sisters with a thirst for punishment that can come only in the form of GROUNDING THEM UNTIL COLLEGE.

We went to our beloved small group on Sunday night.  This is a time when we get to have blessed adult conversation with 3 other couples that have become dear friends, while our children frolic together.  All went particularly well, until Jensen had a dispute regarding dessert.  Which lead to a melt down.  Of epic proportions.

And no, we don’t give in to the melt down, because as we have learned from past experience, when you give in to the melt down, YOU ARE REINFORCING THE BEHAVIOR.

Which really stinks, because, OH DEAR GOD, you just want to do or say ANYTHING to get the screaming to stop.  YOU WANT ICE CREAM?  A PUPPY?  A MERCEDES BENZ?

Good times.

When it was time to go, he suffered from yet another meltdown because it was, well, time to go.  Fiddledaddy ended up picking him up football style, and depositing him into the van.  While his sisters held their ears.

We stayed calm.  Scarily calm.  And I knew that there was no judgment from the other bedraggled parents because WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE.

When we arrived back home, Jensen, now full of deep remorse, asked if he could film a heartfelt apology for his fit to the group to be sent to our small group.

Jensen’s betrothed, E, and her family are part of the small group.  When E saw the apology via e-mail, she turned to her mother, “What fit?”

Which is reason #236 why E is perfect for Jensen.  She manages to completely overlook all of his faults.

We’ve had an answer to prayer in the form of a two week job that Fiddledaddy has in Alabama.  Which started this week.  He had been feeling particularly uncomfortable with the idea of leaving me alone to deal with our three crazy children.  Especially Jensen, who makes HIGH MAINTENANCE look like a vacation.  I assured him that I will be fine.  (Translated:  there is plenty of ChocoVine in my refrigerator).

Don’t judge me.

When we dropped Fiddledaddy off at the airport, he leaned into the van to have a heart to heart with the children.  The gist of which was to BE GOOD FOR 2 WEEKS.


I’m just trying to keep everyone’s dance card full so that no one hardly notices the empty chair at the dinner table and makes the time go by faster.

Tonight, we’re finally getting some much needed rain, which should ease our pollen burdens.  But the subsequent thunder and lightning and intermittent power outages are causing a rather high strung 6 year old to come apart at the seams.  In a brilliant parenting move, I removed his mattress from his loft bed, and moved him in with the sisters.  Revenge is best served steaming hot.

Which is the only way I’m able to get a post written.  And some semblance of sanity restored.

During times like these my heart really goes out to single parents.  I don’t know how you do it.  But you have my admiration, that’s for sure.

And as far as all of the issues that we’re dealing with now, with our boy, they will pass.  Just as they have in days gone by.  I look back on posts from years ago, and I don’t know how I got through it.  But by the grace of God, and a solid partner to walk with me through life, I’ll get to the other side.

For that, I could not be more grateful.

Bring the rain.

Jensen’s Journey

We celebrated a milestone today.  When my baby went to sleep last night, he was only 4.  But this morning, a 5 year old ambled sleepily out from his room, clutching a Blues Clues Blanket.

“DUDE!  You’re 5!” He blinked a few times, then stated matter of factly, “I don’t feel 5. I still feel 4.”

When you still feel 4, you are more apt to get away with more inappropriate and treacherous behavior, than you would if you were considered a big boy of, say, 5.

It wasn’t until he was opening gifts later in the day that he said brightly, “NOW I FEEL 5!”

When a child celebrates a birthday, I imagine the majority of mothers would sit and dwell on baby books and photo albums.  No me.  I peruse old blog posts.  As hard as it is for me to fathom, I began this blog when Jensen was 16 months old.  He had just started walking.  A carefree phase the preceded several years of unending doctor’s visits, tests, trials, errors, and the guilty tears of not being able to find answers for why my son was in such anguish.

All of those moments were chronicled on this blog.  The incessant screaming upon entering a store, fits of scratching himself until he bled, NOT SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT for the first 4 1/2 years of his life.  Wondering if he was autistic, allergic, hyper-sensitive, or all of the above.

I think the majority of the e-mail I’ve received over the years is Jensen related.  Other moms seeking answers, and not even knowing what questions to ask.  I think that I have felt the greatest sense of community in those e-mails and the comments from the posts that I’ve written chronicling our journey with Jensen.

While most of my Jensen-centric posts have been presented with all the humor I could muster, so many of you were able to see my heart and offer your unwavering support.

This milestone that was celebrated was a joyous one.  We’ve overcome so many obstacles with Jensen.  We have many more to go, but I rest in the knowledge that by God’s grace, he will grow up to be a normal little boy.

If you are just tuning in, in a nut shell, Jensen was finally diagnosed with severe Atopic Dermatitis.  With just a couple of allergies thrown in the mix to keep us on our toes.  We went through a fistful of doctors and specialists to finally find one local allergist who could see clearly the treatment that Jensen needed.

Prior to that, my boy endured painful blood tests, only to be told that he was allergic to EVERYTHING.  And for 9 months, he was restricted from wheat, gluten, dairy, peas, legumes, fish, fruit, plus some other stuff that I’ve blocked from memory.

As it turns out, he’s only truly allergic to dust mites.  And since I rarely serve dust mites for a meal, he can eat whatevertheheck he wants.  We have regiment for treating his skin issues, and I chronicled that in this post.

Short story excruciatingly long, he will likely grow out of most of his skin issues.  We’ve already seen a huge improvement.  He sleeps through the night.  And he’s a normal, LOUD, AND RAMBUNCTIOUS boy who loves deeply, and powerfully.

The other day on the playground, I watched my son march around with a bunch of his homeschooling buddies following after.  Like the pied piper.  His joyous laughter filled the air and lingered in my ears.  I pray he will grow to be a strong leader.  And that God captures his heart and his imagination, all the while holding him close.

As much as I adored 4, I think I’m going to completely crazy about 5.

It’s Only Skin Deep

One of the questions that I get more than any other (including “are you sure that English is your first language?”) involves how we treat Jensen’s eczema.  I just sent a blogging compadre, Valerie, our daily routine.

And she’s still speaking to me.

I know so many of you have kids that are dealing with skin issues.  If you’ve followed this blog for the last few years, you know that we’ve been on a roller coaster ride as far as getting a proper diagnosis and then pinpointing a treatment that works for our boy.

From the time he was a little bitty guy, Jensen would try to scratch his own skin off.  He also had other issues that simply stemmed from not being able to communicate his own discomfort.  We saw a number of doctors which diagnosed him with everything from scabies (my personal favorite) to severe food allergies.  For 9 long months my boy existed rice cakes and organic hot dogs.  And little else.  He was miserable.

And up until recently, he did not sleep through the night.  He’ll be 5 in March.  Do that math.

And you’ve been wondering why I write as though I’m deranged.  It was sleep deprivation, my friends.  And btw, I still write like I’m deranged. Now it’s just a fun part of my personality.

I’ve come to you all many countless times asking for advice for a whole bunch of issues.  From my hair woes to my son’s skin condition.  And you’ve always come through for me in spades.  A lot of Jensen’s path to a cure is because of wonderful advice that I’ve gotten from readers of this blog.

I am so grateful for that.

We finally got a diagnosis from an pediatric allergist a little over a year ago.  My son’s skin issues do not stem from allergies.  He has severe atopic dermatitis.  And it’s only skin deep.  What he eats and drinks make no difference at all.

I wanted to document the routine that is working for us.  So much of this has been trial and error, but I think we’re finally getting a handle on it.  And Jensen is showing wonderful signs of significant improvement.

If you have a child that suffers from skin issues, always check with a doctor before changing their treatment.  And while our regime works for us, it is always going to depend on the particular child.

The Treatment

Jensen’s doctor prescribed Hydroxyzine orally.  When we started, we had to give him up to 4 teaspoons a day.  We’ve been able to wean him down to 1 t. right before bed.

His doctor also prescribes Triamcinolone Acetonide (topical) on the super itchy red spots. We can apply this up to 2x a day if needed.

Okay, here’s where it gets really weird.  We soak him in a tepid bath (no soap) for 20 minutes up to 2 times a day.  When we get him out, we don’t completely dry him off. This is when we apply the Triamcinolone on the bad spots and really apply a thick layer of the Spectrum Vegetable Shortening (it’s really organic pressed palm oil, and it’s only about $7 for a large tub- WAY cheaper than Aquaphor, which can contain mineral oil, btw).  I find Spectrum at the health food store.  BUT, Walmart is starting to carry the Spectrum brand, so I’m hoping I can talk them into carrying the Spectrum Shortening.  This is by far the best topical lotion I’ve ever found.  It is what I call Lard, for fun.  But it’s really not lard.  But saying LARD makes me laugh.  Because I’m 7.

BTW, do you remember when Jensen use to drink Neutrogena straight from the bottle?  I guess even then he knew something that we didn’t.

Then I dress him in 100% cotton clothes and make sure he has socks on.  And matches.  Because matching is really important.  Just kidding.  He rarely matches.  After a while, his clothes and sheets get really heavy because of all the goop I put on him, but now even his clothes stay moisturized…    And I wash his clothes separately and make sure I put them on a 2nd rinse.  And no dryer sheets or softener.

At night, because this is the worse time, after his bath and after all the goop, we put saran wrap on his hands and feet, then we put COLD WET SOCKS on his feet and hands over the saran wrap.  And he wears long sleeved 100% cotton pjs.  He doesn’t mind the cold wet part because it takes away the discomfort IMMEDIATELY.

In fact, if we’re out and he has an itchy attack, I keep “cold sticks” (those frozen long skinny things that you can put in water bottles to keep them cold) in the cold bag, and apply it to the itchy part.  Ice works too.  Takes the itch away immediately.

On really bad nights, we’ve been known to wet one pair of pjs, and put a dry pair on top.  And he sleeps in them.  (A reader gave me this tip, and then our doctor confirmed it.)  Our doctor also recommended putting 1/4 cup of bleach in his bath water and then fill the tub very full.  I kid you not.  This helps to ward off infection if his skin is broken from scratching.  Then we rinse him well.  (And as a bonus, the bathtub comes out SPARKLY white.)

All of this is just part of our routine now.  We don’t even think twice about it.  And Jensen is completely used to it and complains very rarely.

Unlike his mother who literally yelped when he wrapped two very cold wet besocked arms around me tonight before bed.

Thank you to all of you who have graciously shared with me your tips and recommendations.  And if any of you are new, and have a child suffering with Atopic Dermatitis/Eczema, I hope you find something in this post that will help.  And if nothing else, please know that you’re not alone.

Another community of bloggers that I rely heavily on for all sorts of tips and information can be found here at Works for Me Wednesday!


Sibling Rivalry and Weapons of Mass Destruction

Of my 3 children, Cailey is by far superior when using creative means to exact revenge on hapless siblings.  One such incident was chronicled here.  And another one here.

Today she astounded even me, her seasoned mother.

In an attempt to keep Jensen’s skin hydrated because of his Atopic Dermatitis, he has to take two 20 minute baths a day.  He knows the drill.  When he first arises, he trudges into the bathroom and gathers up his favorite bath toys for the ritual.

Let me pause here to explain that Cailey and Jensen were cut from the same mischievous cloth.  Mutt and Jeff.  While they tolerate love each other dearly, they also achieve extreme delight in pushing each other’s buttons.  In fact, they both have the others buttons on speed dial.

Seizing a prime opportunity to torture her brother, Cailey sauntered into the bathroom during Jensen’s morning soak.  He had only 5 minutes logged in the tub, and another 15 to go.  Cailey announced she intended to have her morning constitutional, and it couldn’t wait.

Those are not the words she used, I’m just attempting to be delicate.  She is, after all, the child that taught her brother how to burp on command.

When Jensen, who is in possession of heightened olfactory senses, realized what was happening just a mere 12 inches from where he was sitting, he began voicing his displeasure.


Followed of course by much gagging, and he even went so far as to stick his finger down his throat in an effort to hurry her up.

Cailey was unfazed, as she is suffering from a head cold, and is void of her usual keen sense of smell..  She derived a good deal of pleasure in taking her sweet time.

I stayed in the kitchen, rather enjoying Jensen’s predicament.  Because, hello?  You can’t pay for this kind of entertainment.  I would call into the bathroom at 5 minute intervals, “Cailey, are you through?”

To which I would hear a small satisfied, “Nope.”

And then more gagging and complaining from the younger brother.  THAT STANKS.  YOU’RE STANKY CAY-CAY.  EEWWWWWW.  I’M GONNA FWOH UP!

When at last she bored of the game, or her legs fell asleep, she finally left the bathroom.

Jensen continued choking and sputtering in the aftermath, as the paint was peeling off of the wall.  His 20 minute soak had concluded, and I had absolutely no trouble getting him out of the tub.  Which is not always the case.

I’m going to partner up with Cailey.  Imagine all we can accomplish if we join forces.

I know for a fact that I never want to be on the receiving end of her revenge.