While celebrating Matilda's accomplishment in mastering rolling over, Parker and I took her outside. Parker assisted with the photo shoot and then we ran around for a bit kicking his ball. It was a balmy day, kind of muggy. Apparently the kind of muggy that invites mosquitoes to feast on little boys.
Parker is full of bites! I feel so bad. Not because I take credit for the offense, but because I can empathize with that awful itchy pain.
My dad took me to Alaska when I was in 2nd grade. It was an epic trip where he taught me how to fly his plane - but all I seem to remember were the swarms of mosquitoes that followed me around day and night.
