We are dry and dusty here. I’m actually getting used to the triple digit heat. It’s been so long since we felt anything else that it seems normal. Of course, if I had to actually spend time outside doing anything close to exercising or working, I would feel differently. But I have a cool house (most of the time), so I’m content with my little backyard visits and trips to and from the car, and Wednesday evenings in the breezy shade of the pavilion at church. That’s the extent of my interaction with the heat this summer.
This guy, however, could live in the dust and sunshine all day, if I let him. He plays outside with the biggest sisters when Mama refuses to stay out any longer.
(Note that the knees no longer touch the ground. He’s like a little bear cub.)
And with this one too, of course. She thinks he’s pretty big now.
I love how you said, “The biggest sisters.” Does that include Naiah? You know, she is still like THREE in my mind. And Ella is a newborn. Just sayin’.
Well, I was going to say the OLDEST sisters, meaning Anna and Sarah, because they’re the ones he’s usually following around, but sometimes they let Naiah take over for a few minutes, too, so I thought I should include her and say ‘biggest’, which means Anna, Sarah, and sometimes Naiah, for now anyway… Naiah is the ‘y’. Poor Naiah. And yes, that child is SIX. And Ella is the one who will be three in a matter of weeks. And not many weeks. Three weeks. THREE WEEKS. Three weeks. It’s all slipping away. Sigh…
I refuse to believe that Naiah is 6. And you are absolutely LYING (liar pants) about Ella. So says me.