We love to play outside without bugs!
I have a strong disdain for bugs, namely, bugs that bite. Lately, this strong dislike has been directed toward mosquitoes. I have a zero tolerance policy for those little suckers.
It’s bad enough when mosquitoes bite me, but biting Braylin is simply unacceptable. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not naïve and I know that it is inevitable, however, I would like to delay Braylin getting a bite for as long as possible. My dad used to joke that bugs liked to bite me because I was so sweet, well, if that’s the case, my sweet girl is in big trouble!
Being that we …
While we were up North visiting my family, Isaac and I discovered a frightening and rather itchy occurrence: For some reason, the Yankee mosquitoes seemed to prefer out sweet Southern blood as opposed to that of the local Northerner.
That’s right, my son and I became victims of the killer mosquitoes, but they didn’t appear as interested in my husband and stepdaughter…I wonder why?
The second we walked outside, regardless of the time of day or the weather, these vicious bloodsuckers zeroed in on us, formed a battle plan, circled, and attacked.
And you know how mosquitoes are; as soon as you notice one on you, it has already feasted and even if …
