Hot-n-Cold

Well, it has been rainy and cold since November and now it has decided to go to the other extreme--HOT!

I am not complaining...

I am so grateful to finally have sunny days, that I don't really care if it gets Texas-hot around here. With the 90 plus days we are hearing the dulcet tone of borate bombers overhead and the banging of hip-hop music as teenagers drive by with their car windows down.

I am not complaining...

I am determined that the hanging petunia baskets (for which I purchased the expensive cascading petunias and lobelia) will not get incinerated by the afternoon sun. Many of the plants in the shadier backyard are growing to hugantic proportions this year, and I have yet to hit them with even one ounce of MiracleGro.

The people who complain about global warming need to come to my house and spend 9 months in gray, soggy drizzle to appreciate the finer aspects of sun and heat.

On the downside, it has been a little hot for even Kirk to venture outside. The backyard is nice in the evenings, but the front (where they like to hang out) is quite toasty. Suzanne on the other hand, isn't so picky about the temperature and likes to go out quite nakey most of the time. Even if she has clothes on when she goes out the door, they come off pretty quickly. But only in the back. In the front she seems to know that clothing is not optional. Social skills...so important as one ventures out into the world...

Last week was quiet because Kirk was in Klamath Falls going to basketball camp and staying with the grandmas. He had a wonderful time, as usual, but is still tired from it all. He is napping as I type this. The week was weird because Suzanne really had an awareness this year of his being gone. She was clearly discombobulated by it spent all day Saturday running to the window because I told her that Daddy was bringing Kirk home. When they finally arrived, she totally ignored Greg and started screeching "Kirkie! Kirkie!" at the top of her lungs. Boy was she a happy girl--for about 5 minutes which was how long it took Kirk to hook up his Wii baseball game with the bat remote extension. On his very first swing he whacked her in the head a) because he was excited and not being careful and b) because he was showing off to his buddy Cameron who had wandered over when he saw Greg's truck roll by. She was blubbering away, Kirk had the doomed look of a man headed for the gallows, and Cameron was curled up in a ball on the couch trying not to attract negative attention. Hysteria, chaos, we had it all...

We released Cameron from the asylum, checked Suzanne for damage and mopped her face with a diaper wipey, and informed Kirk that the Wii was off limits and he was grounded for the rest of the day. He had been home for about 10 minutes at this point. He finally got his nerve up to try the Wii again today and he has been VERY careful about making sure that Suzanne is in a safe place.

The blissful silence of naptime is over and Kirk is wanting to know what's for dinner. Not unusual, except that Kirk would really like me to tell him the entire menu for the week--not just today. He likes to plan his meals in advance...