Killer Mosquitoes

I don't know what it is about this summer, but the bugs are out in full swing.  I used to be the one to get eaten alive by bugs once the weather got warm. The hubs never quite understood the welts since he never got bit -- his theory was that if you didn't scratch, the bug bites wouldn't itch, and therefore, would never blow up to be the size of a variety of marbles and baseballs. Sure, honey.

But now he has a kid that puts my mosquito history to shame. These days, T has taken the "sweetest blood in the family" superlative to a whole new level. He is being utterly devoured by mosquitoes, no matter how much spray we put on and how much fancy outdoor bug-repellant equipment the hubs buys.

He looks like a bug bite disaster, almost any day of the week these days.

Even fingers aren't off limits to these crazy buggers!

How many bug bites can a kid get on his face at one time? Today, I count 6.

And one particularly bad reaction to a particularly mean bug. 

Yes, that is my child hidden under the half swollen face.