Squeetoes

Yesterday, I wanted to go on a jog and Julia did, too ("Stroller! Fast!"). However, we were busy having fun, and before I knew it, it was getting dusky outside.

I like running in the evening: it's cooler out and I don't have to bother with sunscreen or hats. I also don't have to worry about having to risk jogging on the streets when it's twilight, since we have plenty of sidewalks near our house to use, and the streets are well-lit, which makes it even safer.

With evening comes mosquitoes, though, or, as Julia calls them, "Squeetoes!" I didn't want my precious daughter to get massacred by the nasty creatures, so I came up with a protective device...

A mesh laundry bag. I know, I know... I really should have completed that engineering degree because I am so terribly talented at problem-solving design.

I'm not sure, though, what people must have thought when they saw me huffing and puffing and pushing Casper the Friendly ghost in a baby stroller. Or maybe they thought I had a pious, Muslim, crippled midget in a white burka in the stroller? Or maybe they just thought I'd put my baby in a laundry bag, and they contemplated calling DHS because I seemed like an unfit mother? (Because who does that??)

But, just for the record, Julia was perfectly content inside and was breathing quite comfortably. She actually fell asleep inside the netting about 1/3 of the way into the jog. And she didn't get a single mosquito bite.

Take that, squeetoes! Victory was mine, if you ask me, even if I did feel like a bit of a weirdo.