December is learning parts of the body. She only knows a couple of them so far, but we're working on it every day. The one she learned the fastest was her bellybutton. It's pretty cute to watch her respond to "Where's December's bellybutton?" by reaching for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up, and pointing right at her bellybutton. Last night I learned that she gets very frustrated if she's wearing a shirt that snaps on the bottom, because then she can't get at her bellybutton. That is a traumatic event in the life of a one-year old!
To my great dismay, I am currently the cause of the birth of many baby mosquitoes. You have my sincerest apologies if any of them find their way to you and eat you. As you know, it's only the girl misquitoes that feast on your blood (the boy mosquitoes are the nice ones -- they only eat plant nectar). The protein in your blood gives them the fuel they need to lay eggs. Every time a girl mosquito lays eggs, she drinks your blood. I'm surpised that I have any blood left! A couple of nights ago, I went out to water the flowers. That was a big mistake -- our yard is prime breeding ground for these vampires, and they all come out at night. I now have about twenty mosquito bites, sixteen of which are on my left leg. That must be where my tastiest blood hangs out. I was wearing heavy jeans, too. I guess our yard breeds massive brutes of mosquitoes that can puncture any kind of clothing.
So the moral of this biology lesson/tragic tale is just this: if you ever come over to our house, take along your bug repellent.
