|From April 2016|
Kevin left for his month of single nerdhood in America on Easter morning. Kevin took the big suitcases, yes, the super-cool big suitcases, and got out of the car at the airport where everyone has super-cool bags and luggage carts and didn't take Zupe. This was not going to make our little boy happy. Not one bit.
So, good mother, Ann, decided she would plan fun things for Zupe. First, we went to the secret road behind the airport - it probably isn't a secret, but it was a surprise to me - where you can park and watch planes take off and land. It didn't take long before I realized that jet planes were more interesting to Mommy than Zupe. He really only wants to watch bags being weighed, pulled and loaded onto luggage carts and conveyor belts. So, plan B.
Plan B - The Boondall Wetlands. A nice cool morning. A boardwalk. Trees. And, millions upon millions of biting insects. Maybe I should have more fully considered why there were no other cars in the lot. But, it WAS Easter morning. And, I had tropical strength insect repellent.
At least my give up time was not excessive. I didn't have to watch the swarming mosquitoes, and worse, biting midges, too long before I turned the stroller around and said, "Let's go to McDonald's and buy pancakes!"
Those damn midges (aka, sand flies). I woke up in the middle of the night tearing the skin from my legs and continued to scratch and rub and rub and scratch for almost a week.
|From April 2016|
Not the most attractive self portrait- but not as bad as my ugly toe shot. Still, the point here. I double applied the tropical strength repellent to behind my knees. What would this have looked like without it??
Oh, and a bit of good news. Mr. Zupe, for reasons I cannot explain, is not allergic to insect bites! No itching on the raised red welts all over his arms and legs. At least I am the only one to pay for my folly.