The last two weeks have been so gross and hot that even water play didn't feel good outside. Our grass has burned out in a few spots and Lewis' already hurting garden shriveled up and died. We salvaged the tomato and bean plants.
Logan braved the heat and grilled for us most nights because our air conditioner already struggles when it's that hot outside, so to add oven/stove heat often puts it over the edge and I end up driving the baby and myself to G&G's at 2am so we can sleep without laying in a puddle of our own sweat. It. Was. Hot.
The heat and humidity finally broke to a more tolerable level so we've been getting out in the mornings and going out again around dinner time.
Now that he loves to watch Logan mow, he's been role playing. His control of the mower is exactly like Logan!
We've been doing a lot of watering for the Bashes while they hop all over the US, and we don't mind one bit. It's fun when it's not our garden to weed. :)
It was still melting hot this particular evening, but we braved it bc the Puppy Dogs were playing the Meow Meow Cats in a game of t-ball, and who can miss that just because you have to drink the air outside?! The kids organized themselves (7-3yrs old) with batting order, chasing balls, running bases, scoring, etc. It was impressive, although it was more BYO rules style, which was HILARIOUS. The Puppy Dogs won and Logan and I had a lot of laughs!
He also has to be ON the grass. My other boys would go down the sidewalk or on a walk around the block with me while pushing the mover. Not Elias...must be on grass.
This truck was having swim instruction from the sponge. The words were verbatim from Lewis' swim teacher. Two more weeks of lessons and we are done for the summer.
He thought the squirrel would like to eat his sweet corn. The squirrel didn't like sweet corn with kid spit all over it.
L: I want to eat my lunch in the house by the front steps.
Me: you have toys in the way and the car is right there.
L: you can clean up the toys and move the car. And make my lunch.
Me. Yeah right. I'm not doing all that work myself.
L: fine. I'll move the toys. But I can't make my lunch.
Me: or move the car. Ever.
He thought the squirrel would like to eat his sweet corn. The squirrel didn't like sweet corn with kid spit all over it.
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