Move over Spring, its Summer here

Clear blue skies, mercury rising into the 90s, hello summer. It might only be May but it feels like July around these parts. Around our house we’ve been depleting our stash of fruit pops and logging some serious slip n slide time. We’ve been blessed with lovely weather.

she was far happier than she looks in this photo.

Ellie got in on the action too, check out her orange julius moustache…

Now if only the allergies would figure out this is summer weather, not spring. I guess I can’t have it all.

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Roar!

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Sometimes I dress myself

Yes, we have reached the age where Claire cares about what she wears. I have spoken of this in previous posts but here is an example. On this day it was clothing only with animals and then her baby legs. She loves those baby legs.

Claire loves flowers, especially picking them and doling them out as gifts to people. We’re trying to teach her that not all flowers are meant to be picked.

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rain AND shine

Typically April showers don’t bring May flowers (at least in my experience) in the East Bay. This April has been a mix of below season temps couple with rain and some previews of early summer. One day its 75 degrees, the next it doesn’t even make it out of the high 50s and its raining. Literally, the other night we finished dinner with the screen open because it was so lovely, packed up the stroller for a before bedtime walk and by the time we got out the door it was raining and not just drizzle, RAIN. Good thing we have a rain cover for the sroller. I threw routine out the window in April (which is difficult for me) because we never knew what to expect. Now, lest I be mistaken for a wimp, I lived in the Pacific Northwest for four years. I expected this kind of weather when I lived there but here this seems quite unusual to me. Claire and I did get creative about how to spend our time in both warmer and cooler/wetter weather.

Rain…

I don’t know what she was doing…Josh came home and said, why is she laying on the couch (she never does that).

We built a fort. I thought, cool we’ll play together in the fort, read stories, etc. Nope. She didn’t want me near her fort, Lola – yes, mom – no way. She also began referring to her fort as her f***…so, now we builded houses inside not forts.

My first attempt at playdough…turned out pretty good, its even hanging around a week later.

She called the playdough her “blue”..ok.

and shine…

blowing bubbles started out good but turned into a pouting session when we wouldn’t let her hold the cup of bubbles.

We now spell the P-O-O-L unless we are going outside to play in it immediately…you can imagine why…oh yes we are already exerting our will that way…yes we are!

There she is folks, She-RA junior…loves lifting big things, heavy things, ackward things…

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