Gardening with the Bims

One thing that never ceases to amaze us about New Orleans is the amazing (non)winter weather.  Although it gets into the 40s at night, many of the days (like today!) are marvelous- high sixties, low seventies.  We spent a good chunk of the afternoon gardening. 
///Blog post interrupted by baby trying to eat pieces of a styrofoam cup///
Aeli is especially entranced by the hose.

The best/worst moment outside today was when I looked up from my transplanting to notice the tell-tale pucker of a baby who has put something in his mouth that he shouldn't have. 
"What do you have, Aeli?  Spit it out," I say (a phrase that is routine at this point) as I approach him with my hand out.
I swoop in and retrieve a small, peach jabenero pepper.  !
I don't know if you know anything about peppers, but one jabenero will put too much spice for my taste in an entire pot of soup.
For some reason, though, I thought, "Well, he doesn't look upset, so maybe this isn't a jabenero; it must be a sweet pepper."  And then I took a little bite myself, and offered it back to Aeli.
His lips just began to touch it as mine began to burn.  I realized what I had done.  Oh. No.
As I pulled away, Aeli began to cry just as Stefin and two friends got home.  My lips were on fire.  I couldn't believe I just tried to feed my baby a jabenero.  What a terrible mother.
"You're just in time.  Aeli just got a jabernero."
"You're kidding," said Stefin.  His jaw dropped.  "You're not kidding?"
I hurried inside and much milk drinking ensued. 
We were fine, of course, and Aeli actually recovered much more quickly than I did.  Resiliency, huh?  And I think he didn't really get a skin-puncturing bite like I did.

Oy vey.

Now we're relaxing, cooking cornbread-crust pizza and preserving a bag's worth of lemons we picked from the backyard. 

Life (and especially vacation) = amazing.