
On Labor Day we decided to go to an Irish Festival. Macy wanted to be really fancy for the festival, so I pulled out one of my old dance costumes. I had to roll up the waistband 4 times. . . and then it fit perfectly! She was so excited.
We were at the Festival for 10 minutes and she got stung by a wasp. We spent the next 10 minutes trying to find a first aid station for some benedryl and an ice pack. No luck. We spent the next 20 minutes at the nearby firestation. They couldn't help us either, unless we wanted to be transported to the hospital. We spent another 10 minutes trying to find Tyler and Ollie, then packed up and came home. . . on the way stopping by the store for some benedryl.
So much for the Irish Festival. And now Macy is deathly afraid of bees.