This summer has been record hot and sticky. The no air conditioning (except for a single bedroom window unit) thing has gotten old.
Lionfish still fights expressed milk from a bottle. Our fifth different bottle brand (Playtex nurser with latex not silicone nipple) is fought somewhat less. Bullshark has given her a bottle about every other day for the last two weeks. She still won't take formula, though.
Angelfish, meanwhile, is on a sippy cup strike. She only wants a bottle. How it goes, I guess.
You park on the street in front of my house at your peril when it rains. You never know if the deadly combination of high tide and fast rain will cause the entire block to flood. We had our house appraised for the re-fi at 1 p.m. yesterday. At 3 p.m., we had our
annual flash flood, which covered our entire block and threatened to swamp
our cars in the driveway and (yikes) even approached the foundation. Dodged a bullet there, in more ways than one.
Bullshark leaves in the morning for the rest of summer. We gave him his birthday presents -- he has spent a lot of birthdays overseas. But it was too hot/humid and too kid & flood crazy to bake for him.
Clownfish goes to LEGO camp on Monday. Jealous.
Fresh basil and tomatoes from our garden is possibly my favorite summer thing.