Under a Blanket, Hiding from a Bumble Bee

This post is about exactly what its title says it's about. Last night, while Claire was napping on my chest, a bumblebee flew into our living room.

While Brad tried to kill it help it outside safely, Claire and I retreated to the master bedroom. Because the lights were on in the master bedroom, I pulled the covers over my head so she could continue sleeping peacefully.

It created a little tent, which reminded me of my childhood days spent building forts with sheets, blankets and pillows. I used to love building forts, especially ones that looked like tents, and line the inside with pillows.

I tried to take a few pictures to capture the dreamy feeling of being inside my own little tent with Claire, and to remember the occasion, but a photographer I am not, so the above picture was the best I could do.



P.S. I just love the way Claire puts her hand underneath my chin. She does this a lot when she sleeps on my chest, and it is just the sweetest thing.