Eaten Alive

Um, all my posts may begin to seem a little Bean-centered.  Good thing she's so adorable, eh?   (Don't answer that.)

So, we live on a tropical island.  It sounds like paradise.  In many ways it is.  Not so much in all ways.  One not-so-paradisaical element is the beast known as "mosquito."  They always seem to eat the newcomers first.  Both Bean and I seem to count as new-comers.  After just a couple of days here, her little face looked so sad (and yet she grins), with all the bites on it:

And her little arms and legs were worse.  Especially the tender (ok, it's all tender on her) under-arm area, since she always sleeps with her hands above her head as though she is surrendering to a brutal police force.  Thankfully, a friend of ours had a mosquito net he was willing to lend us.  Now she sleeps like this:

The puffy pink spots have GREATLY decreased.  They really didn't seem to bother Bean (although she is just developing enough body awareness to rub her eyes when she's tired, so maybe she doesn't have a way to show that it bothered her), but it definitely makes for a much happier mommy.

Conclusion:  Armor of all kinds has value.