My Poor Baby!

Jason and I have each only been stung once in our thirty-something years, and Peyton, only 16 mos. old, got his first today, indoors no less.

This morning I was on the phone with my dad and I noticed a bee. It possibly came in with the bags of apples we brought home from the orchard yesterday. I motioned to Jason so he would see it (and I was hoping he would kill it), and I went on with my phone conversation.

A couple hours later, I put Peyton into his high chair to eat. He started to cry almost as soon as I put him in and I thought it was because one of his legs was folded underneath him. As I was fixing it, I remember thinking, "He sure is crying a lot for something like this." He suddenly lifted the other leg and a bee came flying out. He had gotten stung!

He's actually been quite the trooper about it, hardly noticing it. He actually cried the most when I put the Clifford the Big Red Dog ice pack on it! It looks painful, but thankfully there was no severe reaction. Right after it happened I had the thought that at least we have Epipens in the house if we needed one (thanks to Gavin!). Praise God, we didn't need them.

Jessica, you now have a kindred spirit in Peyton!