Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot!

So Friday Tom and I visited the local Farmer's market. Bought some lovely corn-on-the-cob, tomatoes, and jalapeno peppers. They were cute little red/yellow/green peppers, seemingly harmless. Not so! Tom cut up the peppers and put them on the BBQ with the chicken. I touched my tongue to the edge of one and was on fire. I warned Tom to be careful after cutting the peppers not to touch his skin cause I had just licked my finger and could feel the fire coming off my finger from the oils. Next thing I know, chicken is off the BBQ and we're ready to eat; well, I was. Tom was in physical pain as he had scratched his chest, belly button, and lower lip...with the jalapeno oiled fingers. We tried eating, but Tom was huring to bad he could hardly make it though dinner. I tried washing it with soap, rubbing it off, ice, a baking soda/water mixture (hence, the photo), but nothing really helped. He had to leave dinner to get in the bath where I proceeded to try sugar and milk (my mom's suggestion), but even after mixing, stirring, and baking at 350 for 10 minutes, he was still burning. It took another few hours until it actually got better and he was still feeling the heat the next morning. We learning our lesson about the cute little jalapeno peppers, and if anyone knows how you're really supposed to get that burning horrendous oil off, let us know! An internet search said rubbing alcohol, but it was too late.
So I managed to work in labor and delivery for 1.5 years with barely a sniffle. I'm at the health center 2 weeks and have a nasty cold! That's what I get for changing from healthy laboring moms to snotty little kids who like to touch me with their wet fingers. I'll survive thanks to Dayquil and Nyquil. The job is still fantastic though and I love having normal hours and the range of things I am involved in at the clinic. I am going on my first home visit in the morning and looking forward to that. I've met so many amazing people already from literally all over the world.
Now we're just looking forward to September and a visit from our parents! Yipee. There better be some good zucchini bread on its way!