Summer has apparently been running on Mormon standard time. But thankfully the days are finally staying consistently warm, the cicadas are playing their familiar summer tune, we are sleeping with windows open and for the first time the kids were dying to get wet. Not just tolerate the water, but welcome it with open arms. It's amazing how hot 87 degrees can feel, I had sweat trickling down my forehead as I cooked over the hot stove and with no air conditioning it was a sticky sleepless night. But I didn't mind too much, I was born for days like this. I'm starting to appreciate the rain more, it means I don't have to water the garden and it's a good excuse to not have to go running or do laundry. I especially love falling asleep to a good rainstorm. But this right here is the good stuff. And please take a moment to admire my tomatoes in the background. It's a good thing Jayden threw a football through one of those glass tiles so that my magic beanstalk could have a place to grow. Man, my thumb sure is green.
I really wanted to pack up the kids and take them to the beach as soon as they walked in the door from school but Jayden had a rugby game that evening. Considering that the cold weather forced me to spend 8/9 of the past games watching from the front seat of the car as the boys scavanged through the seats looking for stale fruit snacks, I didn't mind the chance to watch that cute boy play out in the sunshine. Jason met us after work and I must say, I really like having that guy around more often, fatherhood looks good on him.