A heat wave's sweeping through the region and I can't be happier. Yes, at times it feels like you're living in an oven, but it sure beats walking around bundled like a burrito. And hotter days equals less laundry. I like.
Kayla's been enjoying the sun and like all babies, she loves playing with water. She tells me all day she wants to do water painting, when in fact, all she wants is for me to turn on the faucet, fill her baby bucket with water so she can pour it all over herself with a shovel. I probably should just stick her in a bathing suit all day.
She's already started pulling out my plants.. my poor chives and parsley. I'm training her not to rip out the tomato flowers or my blooming dwarf satsuma, so we'll see. But other than that, she's been her pesky self, terrorizing me in the day and Daddy at night.
Oh, and she's learned how to sing "Jesus loves me" pretty well. I'll try to catch that on my Flip when she's in the mood.
I apologize if this post sounds totally disjointed. My brains are fried (not from the heat, but from the magazine going to print this week. Deadline weeks are killer weeks).
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