there's a first time for everything

including bee stings...

Yesterday was Liam's day.

We were in the backyard. I was sitting on a blanket, knitting as if to convince myself it wasn't 95 degrees outside. Liam was crawling around, saying hi to the chickens, over and over, then investigating the ashes in the fire pit, when all of a sudden he started whimpering and made it over to my lap in record time. I held him while he cried, trying to figure out what was causing so many tears. When he finally calmed down, I saw the stinger sticking out of his calf.

Let's just say he wasn't a model of bravery and gracious behavior. He screamed and clung to me. But after the past few weeks of needless temper tantrums, discovering he can hit others, and just being a stinker, him wanting his Mama was fine by me.

The good news is, he doesn't seem to have any bee allergies....

Now, back to New Orleans. Maybe I can finish it up today.