Sadly I have no pictures but I thought it necessary to capture these moments for all to enjoy.
1. Last Sunday when Martin was grilling our yummy bass dinner and a bee landed on his leg. I have never seen a man move so fast. Henry looked at him and said, "Mom, why is Dad dancing a jig?" It was authentic.
2. A few nights ago when there was a ruckus in the hen house - at 3am. Martin went out to evaluate the situation and on the way back in - right in front of the bedroom window - the flashlight started acting like The Blair Witch Project and all I heard was, "Aaaaaaaaah!" Like really loud. It seems someone accidentally stepped in a fire ant mound barefooted.