That said, no matter how hard you try to avoid it, you can only live in the bush for so long until you end up with
poison ivy.
Its telltale angry red rash and oozing blisters appeared on our five-year-old son’s leg last week, but we optimistically thought it was a bug bite he’d scratched too hard and treated it like as such. But when Isaac woke up in tears yesterday morning, exhausted from a night of scratching at his legs, elbows, stomach and back, we knew that we couldn’t deny it any longer: he had poison ivy.
Either picked up on our property or at his school (which has an amazing woodland play area that, yes, has poison ivy in it), we are now trying to figure out ways to get our son to stop scratching.