The Garden and the Bee

First off, our garden is growing really well. Henry is doing a great job checking on the plants, watering them everyday when there is no rain and weeding with me. He really loves it. I'm not surprised, I guess I just wish we would have kept up with it three years ago.  Here, take a look at our garden.

Henry would never smile big for the camera on purpose. I had him tell me a funny joke and obviously it was pretty funny.



There are carrots in the background and edamame in the foreground.

This is Henry's flower from church and you can see little wild flower seeds sprouting around it.

This week has been pretty nice out. I got to run outside with my Garmin watch. The first five minutes were great. The breeze was perfect to keep me cool and waft in the smell of lilacs and other flowers. Then things got a little tougher and then even more tough. I was trying to run slow, but it was hard to keep my legs from going at their natural pace. After about 2 miles or so, I had to walk. Walking is fine, but the whole time I felt I was on the verge of puking (don't worry, I didn't). I guess I pushed it a little too hard. Hopefully I can run again today. In all honesty, I am not as bad off as I thought I would be. To go from nothing to two miles is pretty good. I guess my body stayed in okay shape throughout the pregnancy. I think I will be joining a beginning running club next month. This should give me some motivation and maybe some good tips. I'll keep you updated.

One day after work I took Frances and Henry to the park across the street. I had Frances in the Baby Bjorn so I could have my hands free. When we got to the playground there were some kids from the neighboring school. One walked up to me and said "I like your baby" and then walked back to where he was playing. A little bit later that  same boy came up and talked to me again. He was playing with two other girls. One of the girls asked Henry if he wanted to play with them. Henry said "no thank you." Such a polite guy. The kids were still talking with me and I was trying to keep Henry in the conversation. One asked where we lived and Henry said "across the street."  When Henry started playing on the playground again, the kids just joined him, and you know what? Henry loved it. I was so happy to see him playing with kids and I could tell he was too. The kids were in 1st grade and all of them seemed really nice. I love the part of mommyhood where you can just step back and watch your child flourish.

Eventually we had to go home and while we were walking Henry felt something on his hand and he brushed it off. I looked on the ground at it and it was a bee. Henry seemed scared so I squashed it, but then Henry started crying and I knew it stung him. I looked at his hand and I could see the stinger. I was trying to get the stinger out and Henry was saying "Mommy you're hurting me." I got it out pretty quickly and then I scooped him up with my right arm and started for home. Henry was crying pretty hard and I knew it hurt him pretty bad. I'm sure I was a site to see, with Frances in the Baby Bjorn and Henry on my side. Still, we made it home and with Aaron's help we managed to ice it and give him a dose if ibuprofen quickly. After a few minutes he was calm and it seemed like the pain was in control.  His hand did look pretty red. Then next day I could see his hand was still a little swollen and he said it hurt, so we gave him another dose of ibuprofen. After that he was back to normal. Even though this was a small, minor pain, in my mind I keep reliving the point where he realizes he got stung and the pain starts.  Poor little guy, well I guess maybe not. There are worse things to happen and this one is over and done.

So time for a little tally, Henry has been stung by a bee twice now, Aaron has only been stung once and I've been stung a gazillion times (or so). I'm the winner!