Is it 100+ degrees where you live too? I'll be careful not to complain because I will take a heat wrath rash and is-this-skimpy-outfit-immodest-or-just-sensible? over grey skies and not-enough-overpriced-North-Faces-in-the-world-to-convince-me-to-go-outside (which is why you'll find me living in a strictly tropical climate when the joy that is residency comes to a blessed end in precisely 1095 days).
We're weathering another Simonless Saturday over here and surviving with the help of:
1. Watermelon turned sticky juice alllllllllll over the floor and the lowest two feet of every interior wall c/o Sebastian's happy hands
2. Julia's continued insistence on ditching the diaper and wearing only the emperor's new clothes while reading books to an uninterested Sebastian from her little throne while I Google "is two fistfuls of Swedish Fish too much reward for two teaspoons of potty productivity?" because I'm running out of enthusiasm and cheerleading steam in that and almost every parenting department.
3. Our little morning jaunts around the hood before the temperature hits a high of 'will melt children' where we encounter every headphoneless male that is willing to furrow his brow at Julia's unmistakable and detailed announcements about her potty triumphs while I blurt out, "don't you mean you see a doggy?!" or "please be quiet, he doesn't care" or "almost home, please stop talking" in between multiple to infinite gasps for breath depending on the state of the incline or decline we are enjoying at the time.
Because I'm confident you are always curious about the intricate details of life with the poky little puppies.
And lest I leave a single 'tail out, I've been thoroughly enjoying this book while the kids simultaneously nap and/or are simultaneously quiet which is many hours on end as you can imagine.