I'm suspecting that my rash woes may have started on Saturday. That morning, my mom, Ashley and I drove to Ohio to meet the newest member of our family: Jonah Christian. My oldest sister, Shannon, gave birth to him just a few weeks ago and we were eager to see him. It was such a gorgeous day, we spent the entire afternoon sitting on Shannon's back patio and even though we were under a large yard umbrella, I fried one side of my arm into the sexiest of farmer's tans.
I have super sensitive skin anyway, and I think the burn just kind of imploded into some kind of heat rash that's slowly taking over my body until I eventually become one giant chunk of red, flaky skin.
That was ... disgusting.
But the burn and possible subsequent rash was totally worth it.
We later walked down the street to get ice cream (and oh my gosh, this little ice cream stand had "Krunch Kote" topping which tasted identical to Dairy Queen's Crunch Coat of yore) and Ashley captured the cutest, funniest little face on Jonah:
And then I totally upped the creeper factor when he fell back asleep:
I'm the reason why we can't have nice things or decent pictures.
How was your weekend?