Yesterday, my son got stung by a bee while walking barefoot in the backyard. Today I did. I'm not deathly allergic to bees, but perhaps a bit more than average.

For a few hours after I got stung, I could only limp around, feeling slightly sick on a foot that was swollen a little all over. The major swelling went down in a few hours and after I got the girls down for their naps, I had time to feel grouchy about my foot.

The fact that there are so many bees in our backyard is partly our own fault. No one has mowed back there for almost two weeks and the clover is blooming nicely. Although still limping a little, I decided now was the time to spoil their fun and if I was lucky grind a bee or two up in the lawnmower blades.

I got the whole lawn mowed before The Baby got fully awake. Yea! And don't worry, sweetie, I think I actually raised the blade to cut the front yard. Unless I lowered it. Um...yea! The Grass Is Mowed! How lovely!