It's funny. Just last week, I was bragging to my aunt about how my body has adjusted so well to living in Kansas. When I was young, I despised the heat. I would avoid outdoor places during the summer. I was one of those kids that flushed immediately upon stepping foot outside when it was above 70°. I was going on and on about how I actually enjoy the summer heat these days, and I was anxiously awaiting the REAL HEAT to come...
Yeah, I'm wallowing in the irony.
It's been hovering in the high 90's all week, and we've clearly surpassed the 100° mark with the heat index. Apparently, it's breaking news around here...
We've had a relatively low-key week, with Sassy on the mend, and all. Yesterday, we went to the library for a magic show. As far as I'm concerned, the only thing magic about it was its conclusion. I kid, I kid. It was cute. I am a genius, though, and I thought it would be a great idea to get their super early for good seats. In turn, we were stuck in front of a conglomeration of small children, with no escape route. Bad news when you have a 10-month old with a serious case of ants in her pants. We survived, though.
Oh, and do tell me how I can teach my child that crawling across industrial carpeting is never a good idea? Her poor little knees are raw. Where in the
Sweet Sassy at the library:
Little A giving Sassy a taste of her own medicine regarding personal space:
Following the library, we hit the park across the street, which was just remodeled. We were there for approximately 4.2 seconds before Sassy slid down the slide into some wet sand and had a meltdown that rivaled a scene from Supernanny. Or, The Exorcist. Take your pick.
Here is the saga, in its earliest stage:
Even though Little A looked like this...
...it was time to go home.
Fun times, I tell you. Any brilliant ideas for indoor fun, seeing as the forecast doesn't look to be relenting anytime soon?