Thompson Falls, Montana is home to a billion gajillion mosquitos.And they all bit Ethan over the weekend. At last count we were over 90 bites.
My poor baby.
Can you say Benedryl?
Good morning, peeps. It's Friday. There's frost outside this morning. *FROST!* This week has been ridiculously chilly. I'm having mixed feelings about blogging lately. Mostly because I feel like all I've been doing is whine about being tired. Or overwhelmed. And because comments are lacking. And because I can't seem to think about anything to write about except Tejan. And because some of the thoughts I'm having are too private for the blog - or too repetitive. Or too unformed to turn into actual words you all could understand. So I'm struggling a bit. And yet, I'm committed to documenting the process I'm in. So I'll keep writing when the words come. And when they don't, like this morning, when I looked at that intimidating blinking cursor and my mind went blank and I started to break out in a cold sweat and began by talking about the weather... well, then, I'll just gracefully (or not so gracefully) back out of the room... tail between m...
I itch just looking at those poor legs. Seriously, I do!
ReplyDeleteOuch. Poor thing!
ReplyDeleteLooks like he takes after his Uncle Ken. When we went to Yellowstone the Dr told to give him yeast tablets for a period of time before we went. Don't remember the details of how much or how long before but I guess it helped. It is scarier now though with the West Nile virus out there.
ReplyDeleteAck! That looks uncomfortable!
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