Poolside

Virtually every day I say to myself, "I'm going to not post today. I'm going to just put the kids down and chug some Hulu and be prudent and not post." And then ... here we are. I'm sorry.

We need to bite the bullet and buy a new air conditioner because our house is really bleeping hot. We knew it was an old unit when we bought the house and that it would need to be replaced but when you're presented with a house that doesn't reek of cat urine or cigarettes like the previous houses you looked at did ... you don't care to think that far ahead. But! When you're stewing in your own sweaty juices by 8:10 every single morning you start to think that far ahead while lingering in front of the open freezer. We had a couple over a few weeks ago and the poor guy parked himself under our living room's ceiling fan after dinner until Simon noticed and insisted they go hang out in our master attic (that was very messy and I'm really sorry Jeff - although I'm sure you're not reading this) where the a/c is a little bit cooler. Don't read this as a complaint because ... laundry room woes like whoa ... it's just a not so cold but a very hot fact.

So ... we go outside and live it up poolside until lunch and naps most mornings.

Simon always says Julia is such a bully but I don't know what he's talking about and I know. I don't know where their suits are at the current moment. C'est la classiest life.

If Theo is awake he joins me at my lifeguarding post ...

Where he usually just plays a game of cat and mouse with one of my hands until he catches and gnaws and gnaws and gnaws and gnaws.

But sometimes we can't resist Julia's, "you guys want to play with me and Bash? Okay. I'll let you."

And because I can't resist that kind of generosity ... we join ...

Theo puts up with it for like .3 seconds.

When Julia lays down in jumping jack position you know she means mean business because (shockingly!) there isn't one single inch of extra space for "the kids" as she calls the boys. We raise nothing but the sweetest of hearts around here.

And sometimes she pulls a faux nap to get Sebastian to leave her alone which works about as well as you'd imagine it might.

"Wook! We're ALL swimmin!!!"

I'm wooking. And ... we are.



Stay tuned for part II: The Sprinkler. To be blogged tomorrow.

Or sooner.



(just be happy I didn't blog about our trip to Costco this morning because it was a fun one complete with "is THAT Santa Claus?!" and "is that a BOY or a GIRL?!" question yells and a spilled tray of root beer samples et al)